milliways_bar | Jan. 7th, 2006

Jan. 7th, 2006

astral-brat.livejournal.com

Ben slept on one of the couches last night. Still stuck here, it seems, and hasn't found someone he knows properly.

He spent most of the day outside, because if he's got to be here, he doesn't want to be cooped up in a bar all day.

But he's at a table now, sullenly poking at a plate of air cakes. He's eaten half of one.

It's amazing how much you miss real food when no one's making you eat some.

door-2-door.livejournal.com

Yes, The Salesman is still in the bar this evening, making up for the late start he got today. He's relocated, though, and is now sitting at the bar.

He's also finally smoking one of those cigarettes which were sitting in front of him most of the afternoon, and now the pack is back in his pocket. Why is he here, you might ask? Well, having seen quite a lot of the morning crowd, he's decided it's time to play night owl and keep an eye out for new faces.

If you're one of those new faces, or extremely sensitive to casual observation, you might make note of it. If you're not, hell, you might still take notice. Of the smoke and air of indifference, if nothing else.

gavemea_45

After his conversation with Dean, Sam finds himself a table and settles there. He hasn't just watched the people here in a while.

firstwizard.livejournal.com

Once he was known as the trickster.

Once he was known as Wizard Zorander

Once he was known as The First Wizard.

And once he was known as The Wind of Death.

But now, he is simply known as Zedd. A simple wizard that seems to know many things, often strange and intriguing things you wouldn't expect him to know. He seemed to have disappeared from his world, leaving no one that could remember that it was him that did many things for them.

But now, he can be found in a chair by a fireplace with a book in his hand in a place called Milliways.

transgenic-max.livejournal.com

Max is curled up by the fire, reading. She's trembling ever so slightly, though you'd have to look quite close to see it.

Come poke the X5? She probably won't bite you.

cywyllog

After spending a few hours in her room, cleaning and tidying up, Cywyllog returns back downstairs and heads to the bar. Once again, anything that can be returned is, and a few more non-sentimental pieces of jewelry are left as payment. As well, a small package containing her Christmas presents is left for bar to keep for her, should she decide to come back.

Business taken care of, she then takes a deep breath, approaches the door, and leaves.

maxwellsdemon02

[OOM: Millitimed to after Blodwen's defeat, Duo ends up in Heero's apartment, who doesn't get even half of the story.]

aj_crawley

[Letters, for the Tonks-Wrangles and Aziraphael.]

aj_crawley

[Southdown Abbey, Day 1]

[Editor's Note: If any of you need to go to the lavatory, now would be a good time to do so. Perhaps you would like to fetch a drink, possibly something light to eat. This, friends, could take a while.]

[OOM: In the early afternoon, Serenity arrives at Southdown Abbey, on Persephone.]

[OOM: Once everyone's disembarked and settled, it's time for lunch. Guess who else is there?]

[OOM: Lunch eaten, Wash and Crowley have a little talk, out in the cloisters.]

[OOM: After talking to the demon, Wash feels the need to seeks out his wife.]

[OOM: And later that evening, the pilot stumbles across Mal.]

[OOM: Later still, sometime during the night, Kaylee has a bad dream, and sneaks into Simon's room.]

inquisitivehero

Hank strides into the bar from the Door, in full X-Men uniform, jacket and all. He has gotten a little rest since last night and is moving with a purposeful stride as he settles at the bar and orders a full breakfast. With that in hand, he moves around so he can watch the bar and then begins to eat. Watchful X-Man in the Bar.

mini-matantei.livejournal.com

There are two Norse myths sitting at a table sipping tea. One is a handsome man in a red suit and the other is a sweet-looking young man with green hair and glasses. Between them is a cake, despite it being quite early for one, but that bothers neither as they enjoy their food.

Loki and ~~Midgardsorm~~Yamino in the bar.

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

Jack's in a back booth, not at the very back, but close. He's watching everything. Probably you, too.

Occasionally it's nice to sit back and just see things.

slayer_fray

Certain people need to talk to Mel.

Other people may want to know why she isn't in bed.

If this applies to you, then she's standing at the observation window - against the observation window, in fact, both hands splayed out and touching the glass, face all but pressed against it, watching the stars explode with silent awe.

nerdanel_the_wise

Nerdanel is seated quietly by the fire with her needlepoint again.

She needs something to do, after all.

empath-wiggin.livejournal.com

Life doesn't change much around the bar. Perhaps that's Val's current problem. She's sitting at a table with a notebook and a pot of ink, making more splatters from tapping her pen than from actual writing. Come and change her perspective?

door-2-door.livejournal.com

While the last entry post is not so far back, it is a new day and the man has slept since he was last downstairs.
And so now he is back in the bar.

The cigarettes and coffee have yet to make an appearance today. Instead he's got a pile of books, on various subjects, skimming them, turning pages nonchalantly. He's is doing a bit of research, to be honest. Possibly on topics you've spoken about, possibly something else entirely, but there you have it. Oh, there's paper and a pen as well, but they have seen little use so far.

Feel free to poke, but he's not so tied up in his work that he wont expect it. Probably.

gone_byebye

Ray did a shift and a half on guard duty yesterday. Then he slept.

The nightmares were starting to ease off a bit. He wasn't sure whether that was because he was getting used to the situation, or whether his subconscious just couldn't handle it any further. Either way, he still had some head-sorting-out to do, so he headed out behind the Bar. Either there would be conditions appropriate for meditation (not something he could really do in his room- too many distractions) or, possibly, 'sabre practice without the remote for once. One of the two.

devils-dandy.livejournal.com

Dandy, bar, watchful and pensive manner.
What? You expected more?

He's not happy to be here.
How's that?

iamnotstorm.livejournal.com

Sarah was in the bar, over by the observation window, putting the graph-paper indian rug patterns to good use for the beading loom, brow creased just slightly, but it always did that when she was focused on something, doesn't mean she's too busy to talk.

Go ahead and poke her, see if she jabs herself with the needle or scatters seadbeads all over the table.

(~~lunch time, y'know, 'bout twenty minutes solid, then who knows what since it's insane-o busy today due to nice weather~~ maybe here maybe not, hard to say, but tag anywhoo, I'll get back to you eventually ^_^ )

p3-premonitions.livejournal.com

Phoebe's in the bar again, her visits are growing much more frequent. Today she is kicking back in pigtails, and a white peasant blouse, with a pair of nice jeans and some heeled boots. She does in fact have her laptop, and she is working on her newest Ask Phoebe column, but her eyes are begging for a distraction. So bother her if you like, she probably won't mind, might even thank someone for it.

Current Mood: calm

empath-wiggin.livejournal.com

An owl is sent to

( Lord Ostium of the House of Arch )

prince-arithon.livejournal.com

Small, dark bard in the bar.

He needs to find out about Rachel. Don't know if that will happen tonight, but he needs to.

amanda-darieux.livejournal.com

After spending a long day in in Prague and even longer night.

Amanda comes running down the stairs into the bar looking absolutely paniced. Quiet tears stream down her face as her eyes dart around the room looking for anyone that can help. Her sword is in hand and dripping with rotten ichor and dessicated oprgan bits.

[OOC: please refer to this post before tagging.]

a-fell.livejournal.com

[OOM and letter to Crowley]

shaped-jeedai.livejournal.com

Tahiri in the bar, with hot chocolate.

She's looking much better than she did a few days ago-- cleaned up all the mud, washed her hair, and had a good meal or two. She's still not sure what on earth that dream/nightmare was about or why she woke up with a videotape, but she has decided to stop thinking about it for now.

Instead, she is doing as Master Skywalker ordered and is reconsidering her commitment to the Jedi Order.

That's probably why she's looking rather frowny at the moment.

gone_byebye

[OOM: Ray and Harper head upstairs with the new and improved Fenton Ghost Shield plans. Engineering! Christmas presents! Insults! Huzzah!]

avonlea-girl.livejournal.com

[OOM of absolutely no importance whatsoever: During a quiet evening at Green Gables, Anne gets a visitor. Featuring: flirting, two cooks, a few Christmas presents, brief mentions of why Anne is more suitable for Gil than Josie Pye, and a cameo appearance by Master Davy Keith, on his way to bed (it is short, as it is close to his bedtime).]

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

Two pups inna bar, both alike in dignity, in fair Milliways where we lay our scene.

One rather mystified Capulet sitting at the bar trying to figure out what exactly one does with a milkshake.

One rather mystified Castle sitting a few barstools down trying to figure out whether The Swimming-Pool Library really counts as porn or not.

Have at either or both.

child_like_vampire

I want to kill you
The door opens and in steps a walking china doll -- a perfectly formed figure of childish innocence. The little blonde girl could be no more than five years of age with long curly locks framing her angelic face and bright blue eyes. Her dress is a minature version of the sort worn by the most fashionable Parisian ladies in the 1850's.
When you least expect it
As she steps forward, her silken shoes shimmer, trailing tiny ashen footprints behind her, the only thing out of place in her pristine appearance.
I'll bash your brains in
There is a note of panic in her eyes, in that expressionless face, as she peers around the bar.
When you least expect it
"Louis?" Her voice trembles. "Madeline?"

[OOC: Semi-locked to Mel, Snow, or any other Anne Rice pups. Anyone else wishing to tag the little vampire, please ping me on AIM at captive_childe -- she is not safe right now.]

kitchen_maid

[OOM: Room 203, Early this morning. Amy and Caspian talk of recent events, old friends, and (briefly) fishing. A ledger is returned, a few things that need to be said are said, and a great many more that don't need to be said aren't. And, of course, there is tea.]

mogget_cat

*Yrael is in one of the high-backed chairs before the fire with a tablet of paper covered in music lines. He hums as he composes, drawing every note by hand. The title at the top of the page, its ink still wet, is Obsession.*

*Occasionally, he pauses, his white-haired head tilted as if he were listening to something.*

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

[ooc: Letters.]

ineedavicodin.livejournal.com

There is a grumpy doctor in the bar. Sitting in his usual chair by the fire. Triumph is asleep at his feet, her head on his feet in fact.

His coffee is cold and abandoned on the table, his sandwich only half eaten. He has a glass of Scotch and a book in hand. He's not really paying much attention to the book.

jackdriscoll.livejournal.com

So a man named Jack walks into the bar.

Hold up--you've heard that one before. Let me try another:

So a man who looks like Adrien Brody walks into the bar.

...

Unfortunately our hero, Jack Driscoll, is not distinguished by name or by looks. He's just another bewildered soul who walks into Milliways when he thinks he's going someplace else--in this instance, another bar, where his presence would no more invite conversation than the presence of other introverted personas such as himself. Jack has only one goal to achieve at the bar, and that's to get drunk. He has plenty of reasons to want to get drunk, and all of them are why he's not too keen to find himself in an unfamiliar bar.

Where was he, how did he get here, and where was the bartender?

[ ooc: know Raven? Click here! ]

Current Mood: confused
Current Music: Something from "The Pianist" (no srsly)

ultimatetourist.livejournal.com

Beowulf Schaeffer walks into the bar, looking remarkably pleased with himself. He pulls out a piece of paper and sticks it to the board, for anyone to read. After that, he goes to get himself some dinner.

( The notice. )

Current Mood: accomplished

undignified

Wes is at a table with Reese's Pieces.

He's throwing them up in the air and catching them in his mouth.

Well.

He catches most of them.

cywyllog

[Pre-Milliways.]

The main door opens slowly, and a familiar Welsh princess pokes her head in. If you look closely further down, someone else is peeking in too. She sighs softly, and pushes the door open further.

One boy is in her arms, the other holding tightly on to her skirt. Cywyllog takes them quickly to a nearby booth and gets them both up and onto the seat, then slides in beside them. She needs a few minutes to catch her breath and get a few things from the bar before they head upstairs for bed.

In the meantime, feel free to welcome Milliways' newest princes.

called_lioness

Lucy has the look of someone who slept through the night, but not particularly well.

She also has tea.

One of these is not surprising.

guppy_sandhu

About five minutes ago Abs walked into the bar, looked around then headed out the back door.

About two minutes ago Abs stormed back in and out of the bar, slamming the door.

Now, Guppy slips through the back door, gets a glass of water and sits in his usual spot next to the fire with his head in his hands.

hopeitsworthit

Dean, in a better mood than yesterday, is slouching in a booth in a dark corner drinking a beer. He doesn't look like he slept too well.

Current Mood: tired

gorlim.livejournal.com

Gorlim is in the bar with his daughter.

If he looks a little more than usually protective of her, it's because his mun is watching small children be killed on SVU and making his muse squirm.

So no, if he doesn't know you, you may not get near the small child without that very large sword strapped to his back finding its way into your gut.

Other than that, he's kind of a nice guy. Really! Most of the time.

Current Mood: protective

once_a_queen

OOM: Susan and Lucy speak of secrets and hopes. Millitimed to yesterday.

female-were.livejournal.com

Raina is lounging on a couch by the fire with a book and a glass of red wine. The wine is balanced on her leg while she reads the book. If you asked, it would be because the table is too far away.

Come poke the reading werewolf.

3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com

Goldilocks is at the bar, still in the same white turtleneck and jeans from this morning. There is a bottle of beer, and it's not the first of the night. There is an open pack of cigarettes and an ashtray with a modest number of dog ends crushed into it. And there is a single 9 x 19 mm Luger Parabellum pistol cartridge—the most widely used pistol cartridge in the world, at least at the beginning of the twenty-first century.

It is a full metal jacket truncated cone bullet weighing 8 grams, cased in aluminum. There is nothing ostensibly special about it. Yet, for a standard hollowpoint, it sure has a lot of her attention.

hero-jack.livejournal.com

Jack's in the bar, head down on a table. He has his hands over his head, and he just looks...bad.

If you catch a glimpse of his face, his eyes are scrunched up, like he's willing a headache away. And that might be what is happening.

Prod him? Carefully.

once_a_queen

Many of the Narnians, and former Narnians, seem to be about in the bar this evening. Susan decides to join them.

OOC: Slow time is inevitable

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

Romana heads back into the bar. For a timelord, she certainly loses track of time but she had been visiting Atlantis and somehow it's harder to feel rushed underwater. It had been a relaxing trip all in all, but she sorely needs a decent cup of tea.

Hm. And possibly a conversation but she orders some green ginger tea for starters.

Current Mood: chipper

just_the_doctor

[Just Barely OOM: A new arrival out back]

The Doctor comes in through the back door, followed by an older-looking man in a hat, coat, and long multicolored scarf. The two chatter away, switching between at least four different languages, sometimes in mid-sentence. The Doctor shows the other man the bar, the Observation Window, and points out the doors to the stairs and the library.

Finally, they get a tray of tea and biscuits from Bar and settle into a booth, still talking pleasantly.

Of course, to those who might recognize the other man, it's obvious that the Doctor's just talking to himself.

[ooc: Fourth and Ninth Doctors are available for tagging.]

action-antihero.livejournal.com

[OOMs: After Angela's fight with Kim, she goes to her grandfather for some comfort. Basically faded at this point.]

4letterfather.livejournal.com

[OOM: The Plot Must Flow. Father has had really quite enough of the effects of Milliways on his people, and tasks a certain Cleric- no, nobody you've met- to Take Some Steps. It ain't quite 'who will rid me of this turbulent priest', but it's damned close.]

underwater-owl.livejournal.com

A short horse ride after this, Random makes it to the door.

To the door, through it, and into the bar.

He's bloody, bruised, and has broken bones. Ordinarily, he'd shout 'Medic' at the top of his lungs, but instead it's a surprisingly short fall from standing to prone.

At least, he thinks, Martin's shoe wasn't between him and the floor?

not-a-surgeon.livejournal.com

She was sitting at the bar, wearing her sling, and pulling her collar aside to look at the wound. Mostly because of morbid curiousity, even though she couldn't stand the sight of blood.

When she got a little woozy, she cleared her throat and looked up again. Enough of that for now.

"Why," she muttered to her coffee, "do people always do that."

latino_menace

One terrorist, sprawled on a sofa and staring into the fire. He's white and tired-looking...but there's a sort of inevitable calm about him, like someone who's staring down the barrel of a gun but is reasonably sure the bullet's going to miss anyway.

Well, he's never been anything other than arrogant, right? Still, give him a poke. He's not going to be around much for the next week or so and he's got to put up with his brother later, so have mercy and distract him?

captain-emerald.livejournal.com

He's in a odd mood, possibly bordering on happy. Smeg knows why though. Rimmer's at the bar asking for tea. Though he's puzzled when a plate of quiche appears along with the drink.

the_seafarer

The bar was still too crowded for Caspian, too full of people who he didn't quite know, so he said a few quiet words to Bar and slipped out the door to the lake, heading towards the stables.

Bar had given him pitch and a knife to work it with, and so know he is hunched over the smooth curve of plank and paint that is the hull of the Hope, resting in an open stall, searching for cracks and nicks, and patiently working the pitch into them. It's slow work, but relaxing, mayhap.