milliways_bar | Jan. 13th, 2006

Jan. 13th, 2006

Ramon's in the bar, sitting on a comfortable sofa by the fire. He looks rather furtive and is studiously ignoring the rest of the bar, apart from the odd glance round - but is pretty damn happy, all the same. He has a book but he's not reading it, and a bottle of scotch which he might share if he likes you enough. Come bother him.

stilljustandrew

*Andrew's sitting at a corner booth with a half-finished root beer float at his elbow, writing in his pocket notebook.*

righthandwoman.livejournal.com

Zoe's at the bar with a glass of iced tea.

Because 12:37 AM is a perfectly sensible time for an entrance post.

Yes.

undignified

If I wait until some imaginary distant point in my life to start enjoying it--
Wes Janson's sitting at the Bar and, as he's been doing for a while now, he's drinking a glass of Whyren's and eyeing the door.
--I'll be dead before I get there.
Beyond the door is home -- a ship, maybe, a Star Destroyer returning from a mission, but still home -- and it's been a few months since he was home. Since he left the bar.

He was staying in Milliways because he had to be there for Hobbie and Inyri, didn't he? 'Course he did, cause he's the only one who can look after either of them, isn't he? They certainly can't look after themselves right, what with all the crashing and the depression. But they're both at home now, so why's he still here?
You want to be in control so you don't foul up some horrible way.
Because he doesn't quite know what's waiting for him at home, he's not entirely sure of what things are going to be like there. Here at Milliways, it's fine because all he's got to do is make sure he doesn't mess up. At home, he's got no idea. And he's scared of what he doesn't know, so he's been staying.
But you're so in control that you're basically a walking dead man.
Waiting for some imaginary point where something'll happen and tell him it'll be okay.

And when he realises this, he downs his whiskey, slams it down on the Bartop, and heads for the door.

(this whole world is full of 'shouldn't haves')

And leaves.

asar-suti.livejournal.com

[[OOM: Asar-Suti and Gil take a short break on some unnamed beach. Co-written with Gil-mun in Writely.]]

anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com

Anthy's perched on a barstool, winding noodles around her chopsticks with mathematical precision. The tips fan out on their glistening broth. Soupira mirabilis.

littlegoatfoot.livejournal.com

The front door opens, and a short creature with horns and the lower half of a goat enters, hooves clopping on the wood. He seems somewhat preoccupied with not spilling the cup of tea he's carrying, and so it's a few moments before he looks up and registers that he's not, in fact, in the castle of Cair Paravel.

"...oh, my."

timsbooks.livejournal.com

Look! In the Rafters! It's a god! It's a ...nother type of person who lurks in the rafters! No, it's Hellspawn! Mild mannered Timothy Hunter, son of Tamlin and Titania Hunter, the three of whom made up the amazing circus trapese and magic act, The Flying Hunters, dressed in spandex and a mask! He lurks above, in the shadows, watching for maidens in need of rescue. And non maidens. And cute boys. Anyone, really. C'mon, the guy was raised by John Constantine, do you expect anything about him to be normal?

But , sadly, at this moment, Milliways is free of people in distress. Which leaves Hellspawn free to flips to the floor, one hand touching the ground before straightening up.

A glance around, to see if anyone is impressed, then a casual lean against the bar, to scope out the situation.

futures_of_ash

[OOM Lucid Moments: Rachel in the infirmary after her surgery. In between invalid napping, Kitty extracts the obligatory "never again" promise, Hank is supportive, doctorly, and firm about not moving, Archie stops by with food in time to get severely broken by Ari and Rach (slow timed), and Goldie comes through aces as a distraction! And there's a Mel visit (slowtimed)]

hands-unclean.livejournal.com

Lady Macbeth has a knife. Oh, it's not out in plain sight, but she likes having it on her person. It puts a certain swing in her hips and a glint in her dark eyes.

Her black hair is loose down her back today, pinned away from her face with silver ornaments. She's just come in from a walk by the lake, which has flushed her cheeks. This means she's making time to warm up by a fire. Old friend, new acquaintance -- care to while an hour or two?

amanda-darieux.livejournal.com

Amanda is sitting at a table near the door. There isn't really anything spectactular about the sight. But she does have that briefcase and seems to be waiting for someone or soemthing while she drinks her strawberry smoothie.

Come and chat.

iustus_rex

Edmund, as he comes in at a strange and early hour of the morning, looks perhaps surprisingly cheerful.

Surprising, if you know that Kitty's hurting.

Not so surprising, perhaps, if you consider that Alex now has his own rooms in the House of Arch.

(Not so surprising, really, if he knew who his sister had run into, last night. We'll just have to hope he doesn't find out what Lockheed and Puff were doing yesterday, although most likely Adam will be far more traumatized when the knowledge becomes public.)

b-hawkins.livejournal.com

Ben Hawkins awoke, sprawled underneath a booth where he had apparently fallen. He rubbed his eyes and sat up slowly and slid up onto the seat. Perhaps he'd merely been sleeping? It was certainly vivid enough to be one of his nightmares. He needed to eat and rest- despite having recently woken, he felt like he hadn't slept for days. He was exhausted and starving.

He ordered steak and a bottle of the un-named cola from the bar and sat down at the booth to eat.

just_the_doctor

Stop me if you've heard this one...

A Time Lord walks into a bar--

Oh, you have heard it? Even the part where he gets his scarf caught in the back door? No, I thought not.

Stopping only to retrieve his errant neckwear, the Doctor Mark Four looks around briefly, then heads to the bar for some breakfast tea and a blueberry scone before heading to a booth by the Observation Window to eat.

It should be noted that his more modern counterpart is nowhere in sight.

general-lando.livejournal.com

Lando sits at a table near the middle of the room, perusing information on his datapad. It was time to start travelling again, and Lando had a few places he could go. But there was no rush. And he did want to know how certain friends of his were doing here before beginning the trip. So for now, the former general and current man about space bides his time.

gone_byebye

It's morning. Ray's awake.

This could mean any number of things, since Ray is documented as being Not A Morning Person, but today you would never know that. He slides down the bannister from upstairs with a screeeee-thunk! noise and trots over to the Bar.

"I know you're trying to make me eat healthy, but in light of last night's accomplishments, would you mind terribly much if I just this once got a bowl of Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs with the marshmallow bits instead? You don't have to give me coffee if you don't want to. The cereal's the big thing. Please?"

He's grinning. It only gets bigger when Bar somewhat reluctantly complies. "Oh, great! Thank you, Bar!"

If Ray were someone else, he'd be dancing. But then he might spill his cereal.

the_seafarer

There are things every ~~Brit~~ Narnian needs to start off the day.

Tea is one of them.

It's not just a Pevensie thing.

So before he heads off to the stables for the morning chores, there's Caspian sitting at the bar, with a pot of tea and the stable ledger.

goodbyesandusky.livejournal.com

Clive was still in that selfsame booth, the stack of filled notebooks now was a bit precarious, starting at the floor and reaching the tabletop, with a few scattered there as well.
He was humming softly to himself more often than not, and scribbling half-frantically the entire time, hair having flopped over his eye, swaying with the constant movement.

It was quite likely that he hadn't eaten since the day before, there were more important things to do after all, someone had to pin the lyrics down so those that were able could sing them, so those who could play could make them heard.

( Clive With Rocks In, if you wanna catch, ping me JediGorse, otherwise, stop, stare, give him something to eat, whatever. )

bloodyrockgod

Charlie is not at the piano. Shock!

He's drinking tea and reading the biography of John Lennon in a booth. And occasionally mulling over the odd conversation he had with Carl last night.

the-silver-lady.livejournal.com

An Elven lady has ventured downstairs, curious about place in which she now resides.

She is looking out a window at the endless destruction, pure fascination on her face.

witchy-rebel.livejournal.com

Sometime yesterday, after a conversation that hasn't finished, and in an OOM that hasn't been written yet, Morgan's mind begain to fall apart again. It was bound to happen, really - she hadn't been treated, not really, and with the amount of magic she has...
failedfaileddoesn'tmatter NOTHING DOES can't help him stupid, stupid it's not fair!
She knows that her son will die, and there is nothing she can do.
walkedformonthsincold so cold remember singinghugginglaughing happens? Happened?
This in part explains why she is outside on the swing, aimlessly and slowly moving backwards and forwards and steadily getting colder. Boots and cloaks, after all, only help with physical warmth, and she seems to be too busy making illusions - dragons and ribbons of light, Celtic knots and birds. Here and there, seen for a moment but blink and they are gone.
it's not fair
[ooc: mun is around, just not on aim as she's at the National Library. Should be around for a couple of hours at least.]

Current Mood: cold

jackdriscoll.livejournal.com

At a booth, there is a Jack, a Jack who has quite obviously had a bad night. He's somewhere between conciousness and unconciousness, his arms folded atop the table and his head resting on his arms, and a cup of tea steaming away within arm's reach.

He's just more than a little concerned about his friend, Carl.

[ ooc: please beware of slow tags due to lunch/shower/painting. ]

abotticellilady.livejournal.com

There is a blonde woman in the bar, curled up in a booth and people-watching. Well, 'woman' - newly so, really. Young looking, though her blue eyes are old.

Bianca has recieved Alanna's note about Arithon, but she isn't worried about him. Not really. She's just in an odd mood, people-watching and mind-listening far more like a vampire then human.

She's also barely touched the glass of red wine on the table.

Current Mood: blank

door-2-door.livejournal.com

The salesman is out by the lake today, which is perhaps why he's not been posted until now. ~~It's definitely nothing to do with his mun's lack of motivation up until this point. Definitely not.~~
But there you have it. It's a good day for a walk. feel free to interrupt, or join. He probably wont admit that he minds, for what that's worth.

gone_byebye

[Millitimed to last night: the reason Ray is so darned squeeful today.]

venusadept_2

Here's an Adept, acting strangely. Specifically? He's sitting on the floor with his arms out while his Djinn walk in a circle around him.

It's entirely possible he's beginning a strange shamanistic ritual.

Then again, maybe he just wants attention.

How to find out?

sto-helit.livejournal.com

Susan Sto Helit, drink, stool, bar. Give or take some suspicious looks over her shoulder.

People are acting... strangely... around here.

Stop by?

prydeful

Generally speaking, on the best of days, Kitty doesn't think to be solid all the time.

On days like today, that involve her waking up and stubbing her toe, a crick in her back from sitting next to Rachel for too long, and an oddly-acting dragon (she's certain she heard him singing Under the Boardwalk), the fact that she's sitting more in the couch than on it isn't really surprising at all.

The fact that she's scowling at a stack of papers as she goes through them might be, but not all that much.

Really. The scowl is the strange thing.

And this is when you realize that Milliways really changes your definition of strange.

doc-venkman.livejournal.com

Peter had finished his guard duty, and was currently meeting with Dana for lunch.
The conversation actually seemed pleasent between the two today.
Feel free to say hello to the couple.

inquisitivehero

And there is a Hank, sitting at the table next to the Infirmary Door. He taps at a laptop, his ears seeming to flick every few moments as if he is listening to something.

He watches the Bar, as well and smiles. His bearing is s,lightly easier today and he is seemingly typing a lot, a list, perhaps, for a certain event.

empath-wiggin.livejournal.com

Oh, look. There's an empath at a table, reading a paperback book, and rather boredly listening to a music player. She really looks like she could use a distraction.

the_lioness

[OOM: Adam and Alanna spend the morning at Barony Olau.]

qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com

[OOM: About the Keeper]

hopeitsworthit

He's at his usual booth, but not with his usual beer. No, he needs something harder. It's tequila.

He is waiting, but he doesn't know what for. For Sammy, so he can apologize? Probably not. Dean doesn't say he's sorry.

Maybe he's waiting for....her. It, actually.

Maybe he's waiting for nothing.

[Plot locked to Desire]

cynicalsmoker.livejournal.com

[OOM: Paul speaks with his Mother. Milltimed to before New Year's under the excuse that it's the eighties and time runs differently there. Yes.]

ways-lust.livejournal.com

Lust walks into the bar. She smiles as she looks around, preferring Milliways to the tiny little village she had arrived by coach to a few moments ago.

She looks to the door with a little smile. A bit of fun before business. Where's the harm in that?

namo

A not'cat is sprawled on a cushion of a sofa near the fire.

He is napping.

Come and scritch the tabby?

[OOC: mild sexual discussion/situation below -- as well as gratuitously skirting the line of Rule #3.]

dragonofgrey.livejournal.com

Draco entered the bar, still wearing the black robes he's been wearing of late. The ones with the leather tunic, and the tight-fitting leggings? Yup, those. And he felt like singing. He stepped over to the performing area, got out his wand, and tapped his throat.
Sonorous
He then began to sing loudly, and clearly. Decent singer come to think of it.
(ooc: It's Draco With Rocks In. Want your pup to get infected and get their dancing shoes on? Step right up. Or if you don't want it, feel free to gawk. Though the music is compelling.)

( Ch-ch-changes )

oneheadlighthit.livejournal.com

If you were wondering who that beanstalk of a man is sitting at the bar, that'd be me. Yeah, I'm the one drinking the cow blood and trying not to let my fangs flash too much; it's a little silly considering there's that mirror behind the bar which definitely doesn't show me sitting here on my stool and staring at the wall.

The inconveniences of being dead.

That being said, I wouldn't say no to a little conversation or a friendly face or two.

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

It's bitingly cold outside. Specifically if you happen to walk near the aggravated young man sitting at the base of a tree.

Jack is, however, there. If you count yourself brave enough to approach.

It's possible he's annoyed because he's, well... bored.

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

Smeagol is feeling better. Not by much, but enough to go and get some food.

Bar gives him a bowl of a potato chili, and he takes the first bite without inspecting it too closely, which is why he pauses in the middle to stare crosseyed at his dinner.

He gives Bar a sardonic look. "Funny."

And then he eats it anyway, because it's food and it's tasty. ~~The mun would know, she's eating it right now.~~

cuban-star.livejournal.com

Lola is there once again. She was writing music and hanging out in a booth...but the piano is vacant and she feels like practicing. She sits down at the piano, placing her music down as well. For a minute, she sits simply admiring the feeling and then, she begins to play.

( A Selection from a Queen )

clumsy_auror

If you're looking for bubbly, effusive Tonks... this is not the day for it.

She's at a corner table, working slowly on a cup of tea. It's nearly dinnertime, but Tonks isn't all that interested. Feels sort of queasy, really. Nervous tension. Spent the afternoon reading, and thinking about her conversation with Wash from the night before.

That does make her smile.

In any case, not up for much excitement, this evening.

[OOC: All threads within millitimed to BEFORE the Tonks-Bernard thread. Yes. :D]

not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com

Castle. Inna bar. With laptop.

He may or may not be reading the online Cliff Notes for 'Hamlet.'

Come say hi.

sexierwithfins.livejournal.com

There's a Spaniard with a guitar sitting by the piano, but he's not playing.
Who draws the crowd? Who plays so loud?
Oh, wait... yes, he is.
Baby it's the guitar man
No, he stopped.
Who's gonna steal the show
No, he started again.
You know baby it's the guitar man
Dammit, he stopped again. What the hell is up with that?
He can make you love, he can make you cry
Ohhhh... he's writing when he's not playing. He's still got Clive's notebook and he's pencilling in notes over the words.

And he's still looking for other band members.

[ooc: Vachon with Rocks In (like you couldn't guess). As usual, ping at rogertopcoder to catch the fever.]

unique-moments.livejournal.com

Samantha Largeman is in a booth, making paper snowflakes, bored out of her mind.

Come and chat with her.

hollywdcockroch.livejournal.com

Would you like to take a guess who's in the bar with his sign and a glass of tall frosty Jack Daniels?

Could it be, CARL DENHAM, star of screen, stage, broadway and whatever the Else is possibly musically inclined?

You'd be right!

Carl, With his sign. Now Changed.

OPEN CASTING CALL. BROADWAY MUSICAL

DENHAM AND COHEN PRODUCTIONS

A stirring rendition of twelfth night set in the gay 1920s.

And he's got a REALLY big trunk that he dragged in here ALL BY HIMSELF.

[Carl of the Rocks. Ping if you want it, ping if you're curious, ping for any reason, mun needs happy feelings. ^_^]

maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com

Elaine has come down to the bar with a neatly mended, cleaned, and pressed jacket and shirt. They're obviously not hers.

She's waiting for their owner to come downstairs and claim them.

She's also reading a book on the use of forensics in police work.

Bar gives her odd reading material sometimes.

lt-naraht.livejournal.com

The Door opens to admit someone who hasn't been around Milliways recently. A huge, lumpy boulder glides in saying, "The locking sensors on the secondary phaser array are the next on my list, Commander. I'm heading right down"

Naraht pauses as he realizes this is not where he was going. The Door slides shut behind him and promptly vanishes.

"Well, I guess I could use a break," the Horta says with a mix of resignation and relief.

inquisitivehero

Once upon an evening, a Hank sits at his table next to the Infirmary door. He is eating and drinking and generally zoning out, but his ears are perked up, so he might be a lot more alert than he seems.

His rather odd looking laptop sits nearby and several papers as well, but he is concentrating on food and drink right now.

cywyllog

Cywyllog and the twins are by the fire this evening. Tonight, they are sitting on the floor near the fireplace, but not too close. The boys are getting in one last playtime before bed, so there are wooden blocks and carved wooden animals aplenty.

Feel free to come meet the princes, or chat with their mother.

is_a_boy.livejournal.com

There is a Blaise Zabini in the bar. He hasn't been seen in the bar since... Halloween?
That's a lot of sex.
He's currently sitting in a booth, reading Dante's Inferno.

Interesting read, that one.

guppy_sandhu

In a booth by the fire there is Guppy.

And a cat.

~~Mun just did six hours of exams and has another three tomorrow. Please contribute to the stop Guppy-mun going insane cause.~~

hetoldthisstory.livejournal.com

The Spokane Indian Reservation is outside the town of Wellpinit, Washington. That's the eastern part of the state. Its residents don't leave often.

Not even the weird ones.

So that's why when the front door opens and a man -- fairly average-looking, hair long and unbound -- walks in, he blinks. Mostly because there's never been a bar in Thomas Builds-the-Fire's bathroom before, but also because this place is not the Spokane reservation. It is, in fact, white. Very white.

Weird he may be, but Thomas Builds-the-Fire knows better than anybody that weird and stupid don't mean the same thing. Not all the time, anyway.

For the moment he's just standing, and looking, and listening. Because this? This is weird.

Maybe he walked into a story.

mogget_cat

*There is a white cat with earphones on the Bar, listening to a CD of traditional Japanese music as it reads its book. The Debt to Pleasure seems like a good book. The not!cat has just begun the second section of the book, "Springtime: Roast Lamb, a Luncheon in the Theme of Curry."*

*Come say hi, or give scritches, or ask how a cat can read and listen to music at the same time.*

talented-biter.livejournal.com

Sunny is in the bar, with Hiss and Beatrice.

Beatrice looks content with this.

Hiss does not, in fact, seem to be having the same feelings.

She also has a giant pad of paper, on which she is drawing a horse.

That is green and purple and yellow and looks kinda like a mutant donkey with syphilis.

BUT IS IS A BEAUTIFUL HORSE.

jackdriscoll.livejournal.com

Jack enters the bar from the lake. It had snowed late in the afternoon. As he enters, he dusts off the snow from his hat and coat, then heads towards the bar, where he orders a cup of hot chocolate. His final stop for the night, at least for a few hours, is at one of the chairs by the fire, where he removes his coat, places it on the back of his seat, sits, and relaxes.

Or tries to relax, as the case may be.

white_flowers

[OOM: Following the events of Twelfth Night-- after the storm, Blodwen Rowlands finds herself somewhere else.]

fathers-cleric.livejournal.com

Stop us if you've heard this one.

Man from a dystopian society walks into a bar from the outside, carrying a small white book and looking for quite a few people.

You haven't heard that one?

John Preston, generally feeling as better as can be expected.

bohemian-mark.livejournal.com

Mark Cohen is in the bar. It would not be a surprise if he was doing something normal, such as filming plants, or perhaps the patrons, or even the dust coming off of the rafters.
Close up on Mark's nosedive. Will he get out of here alive?
No, gentle viewers. We can't have anything like that. Mark is at a table, writing music with a, can you guess it? Fender guitar. Boy does things right, after all.

It might be a surprise, viewers dear, if one were to talk to him in this state. Perhaps information could be gleaned, or just a good laugh had. It's up to you.

[ooc: Mark's got rocks. if you want 'em, lemme know. If not, tag anyway.]

firewitandhate.livejournal.com

So, the Norse fire god is looking around, with someone specifically in mind. It's not that it's hard to find her, it's that, so far as he can tell, she hasn't been down.

Failing that, another misguided person can try to chew him out, that's always entertaining.

anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com

Anthy is perched on a barstool, sipping a milkshake. Her legs aren't long enough to reach the ground, so she's swinging her heels back and forth like a metronome. A metronome in zoological toe socks.

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

Bernard strides up to Bar, pale as salt, and writes a letter. Bar takes it and duplicates it several times.

( Identical letters to Aziraphael, Crowley, Tom Riddle, and Ted and Andromeda Tonks. )

( Letter to Healer Durkin. )

Hestia flies out as if the hounds of hell are on her trail, and Bernard returns to his wife.

qsilver-md.livejournal.com

Dead research scientist in the bar, with coffee.

Have at.

ihlini-witch.livejournal.com

There was a young but grey-haired woman relaxing on a sofa by the fireplace. Drinking tea, reading a magazine about parenting, and stroking a small white-and-grey tabby cat that had come wandering in from the direction of the kitchen.

The cat was purring, and only the fact that she was human kept the woman from doing the same.

ay-el-ef.livejournal.com

On Melmac, it's considered completely normal to go into a bar and attempt to eat any stray rodents you may find.

Which may be why the wait rats flee in terror when they see one Gordon Shumway, aka ALF, enter, yelling over his shoulder, "Willy! There's no use in getting upset! The skin will grow back! And you look good without eyebrows! It matches your hairline, which may I say, has starting receding a bit lately?"

It's entirely possible that's a phone book that flies in over his shoulder before the door closes behind him.

gone_byebye

Egon did the day shift today. Ray's going to have to go upstairs sooner or later. Right now, though, he's still grooving on yesterday's vibe, so he's got dinner and a seat by the Observation Window and a book on qigong, and that makes him pretty happy. So does the presence of a big (Rhodesian Ridgeback-sized) metal dog-thing that's curled up at his feet, its yellow eye-light occasionally blinking on as it lifts its head to look around the bar.

So do people.

prototype-karr.livejournal.com

Cranky AI in the bar. Well, maybe not so cranky today. If anything, KARR seems to be in an okay mood, he makes his way through the bar careful, humming to himself quietly. There's no cursing at chairs or aiming for people's ankles tonight. It looks like he might not mind company for once.

3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com

>> January 13th, 2006: The Tedium

[OOM: On day two of her recovery in the Infirmary, Goldilocks learns a little more about the Phoenix from Mel. A little later, Alanna and Puff pay a visit and get a big tactful download on the details of the rescue. Finally, after a check-up and change of bandages, she takes Hank up on his earlier offer of a laptop. Presumably, she does not watch Innerspace on it.]

futures_of_ash

[OOM: More visitors are welcome in the infirmary, Rachel needs distraction...]

the_antiangst

It's been a long week, and Angel's got a feeling the upcoming one's going to be even longer, unless Mark snaps out of whatever the hell this is soon. This would be why, along with the usual hot chocolate and paradoxes, he asked Bar for something funny; she responded with a stack of four or five Terry Pratchett novels.
Angel remembers these things, from a certain hospital stay none of his close friends often mention, and knows they're good for getting through long days. It's the copy of Soul Music sitting on top that really makes him look twice, though.
So he's taken the books and the snack over to one of the couches by the fireplace, and he's reading. He won't mind a distraction, especially if it's from the fact that this is hitting a little too close to home right now.
And it should perhaps be noted that he's still got Mark's digital camera.

hero-jack.livejournal.com

[OOM: Claire sets Jack and Kate up on a blind date with each other, unbeknowing to her that they've already slept together, but she left in the morning...so awkwardness abound, until they eat and loosen up.

And then they close up again, and become like hermit crabs, until Kate finally tells a little of what's wrong, and then they do what these two do best: kiss. And wander off to do more. Rated AA for angsty awkwardness, and EC for extremely cute at times.]

jedizekk.livejournal.com

Zekk sits at a booth, feet up on the table, as he shuffles Jaina's sabacc deck. Y'know, the one with the starships on it. The one he probably shouldn't have snatched from her the other day.

Clearly bored. And clearly looking for company.

giftedthom.livejournal.com

*Thom is practicing the fine art of loitering in a booth.

Professional secrets may not be divulged. However, it's possible that such elementary concepts as 'wine' and 'table, legs on' may be involved.*

transgenic-max.livejournal.com

Max is curled up in a booth, facing the bar. She's paler than usual, face covered with a thin sheen of sweat, and trembling slightly. It is rather likely that she's not well.

biiigbooone.livejournal.com

There's a very morose King ~~of the Plaid People~~ at the bar, nursing his woes with a very pink cocktail.

And no wonder he's morose. His Kingdom is without a King, he is without Diplomacy to be occupied with, and his lovely white suit is beginning to need a wash. The situation is getting very close to being simply dreadful.

And alcohol is a depressent. Woe is Wendell.

gramarye1971

Merriman has claimed a table near the fire, content to relax a little in the warmth of the flames. A bowl of roasted chestnuts and a glass of hot mulled wine are close to hand, and in his hands is a leatherbound copy of the Meditations of Marcus Aurelius.

Almost domestic-looking, really. For a given value of 'domestic'.

prydeful

One Kitty, one Edmund.

One cranky Kitty, one luckily less-so Edmund.

Happy Hour

Make it a really happy one. Everyone who tells a joke gets a drink half-off.

Kitty sits on Bar, waiting, and stretches, while Ed begins setting out glasses.

magius-unlocked.livejournal.com

OOM: A World Ends, Hope Shatters...

geeky-agent.livejournal.com

One weary-looking Chris Chappelle makes her way down to the bar. Her movements are slow and she seems a little distracted, first walking past the bar then turning back towards it.

She asks for a pen and paper and composes a short note, then leaves it with the bar.

( Jack Bauer )

She lingers over the note for a few moments, almost wondering if she should tell him the truth. No. He doesn't need to hear this now. Not in a note.

Chris leaves the note with the bar and walks out the door.

badinlatin

Mal is going clothes shopping, with Bar.

This is probably what is wrapped in the tied bundle at his side.

Please do not ask what the lace sticking out under the shirt is. You're better off that way.

[ooc: this is the last time I'm throwing Mal inna bar until...whenever, in France. So, catch him while you can. That said, if I get overthreaded, I'll edit this note.

ETA: Slowtimed as of 2:02 am. I will tag throughout tomorrow if anyone is interested for continuance.]

river_meimei

"--Mèimei, who's impatient?" Simon, glancing over his shoulder, steps into the bar with his medical bag in one hand and a confused expersion.

River, behind him and chivvying, rolls her eyes. "Wants to see the world," she explains. Clearly she feels that he's being very slow about this. "Stretch his legs. The uterine wall is excessively confining."

"Uter-- oh."

River's urging becomes suddenly unnecessary, as Simon hurries towards the staff corridor and the Tonks-Wrangle flat. Satisfied, she follows.