milliways_bar | Jan. 14th, 2006

Jan. 14th, 2006

Gil Blythe, table, tea, pile of compositions he should be grading.

Teaching is a great responsibility, you know.

Students should be treated with respect, their mistakes corrected thoughtfully and gently.

Gil believes that.

So it's fortunate, perhaps, that none of Gil's students are here to see him laughing over whatever he has just read.

Interrupt at will.

clumsy_auror

[OOC: And finally, without further ado, we proudly present The Birth of Anthony. *beams*

All the following threads can be found in the same post, but I provide handy links to them all because I'm obsessive like that. At the ends of a few threads, there are links to a post which is still in progress, and that will be unlocked and posted to the main comm when we're largely done. As a note, all the threads are just beautiful, and I would extend a big shout-out to everyone who participated. You all went above and beyond, and this is seriously amazing.

This is millitimed to tonight-tomorrow morning, very early.

Main labor thread

And in the living room (some still under a bit of slowtime):

Kathleen and Dude

Ted, Andromeda, Kathleen, and Sunny

Aziraphael and Tom

Tom and Kathleen

Kathleen and Dream

River and Dude

Crowley and Dude

Tom and Crowley

Aziraphael and Crowley

Aziraphael and Kathleen

Aziraphael and Crowley, v.2.0

Raph and Kathleen

Tom and Raph

And finally, near dawn...]

avonlea-girl.livejournal.com

The last time Anne stepped through this door, she got into an argument with a witch and went back to Avonlea in a temper with no intention of coming back for rather a long while.

And it has been a long while.

Also, the door to the cloakroom in the schoolhouse apparently no longer leads to the cloakroom. Which is rather a surprise, albeit a pleasant one.

grovecj.livejournal.com

The is a ruckus just outside the door...

And there is a CJ jumping in the next moment. As the few first times, someone is shooting at him.

This time, he is armed. And is able to notice where he is, so instead of discharging his AK, he kicks the door closed.

Whew, he needed a break from the gang wars...

Have at.

futures_of_ash

[Coming from the infirmary]

One of the things one learns, super heroing, is that some instincts simply have to be obeyed. Take tonight for instance...she needed out. Needs to be outside. Needs to breath and think and see what she has to see...

Of course, she's not in her right mind, and she's hardly dressed for an outdoor excursion, bandages being poor insulation...but out she goes. Because she needs to.

So there's a Rachel, hovering inches above the cold, glassy waters, looking down at the reflected stars and hoping, perhaps, to see pieces of herself. And, perhaps, she does. It helps, at least. Being here.

No need to worry folks. Not at all. She can't feel the cold really, and no, that IV needle isn't suppose to be attached to anything...

gonna_live

Kaylee is currently going fishing.

In her bowl of soup.

For alphabet letters.

Because spelling things out is fun.

She's sitting at a table near the Bar; there are words strung out on a napkin.

Maybe soon there will be a sentence.

lucius-lacroix.livejournal.com

With all the confusion and strangeness of his time as a mortal, it's hard to fault LaCroix for feeling a bit off his stride.

Of course, the fact that he hasn't been able to sense Nicolas recently could be equally responsible. For 800 years Nicolas has been a constant presence in the back of LaCroix's mind. No matter where he was or what he was doing, LaCroix could always find him. Always knew when he was in trouble, irregardless of whether or not he would actually help him.

But now, for some reason, he isn't there. He cannot feel him.

LaCroix does not want to think about why. Only death should be able to bring such an emptiness to the bond.

But this is Milliways. Anything could happen.

He can't help but worry, however.

the_lioness

[OOM: In which Queen Lucy and Sir Alanna engage in target practice, compare snowballs and plot Mischief with a capital "M."]

timsbooks.livejournal.com

Tim Hunter, in the bar.

No, really! Well, kind of really. There is indeed a boy who looks like a slightly younger version of the usual Tim Hunter sitting at the bar, drinking a glass of Coke.

He's got the mask stored away somewhere, and the spandex too. Today, Hellspawn is going for inconspicuous.

Sadly, he just doesn't have the face for it.

maydaybrat.livejournal.com

So, Mordred never actually got to be king. Well, he never wanted to be king, not exactly. He just wanted to kill Arthur, which is what he did.

Anyway.

There is a dead king in the bar, so it seems only fitting that the number of dead royalty should go up by one.

Mordred. At the Bar. Carving something. Have at.

bloodandnicotine

Vampire, in Milliways.

"La la la la la."

He seems to be practicing his scales. S'funny, even with the advent of MWRI, he hasn't changed his look much. Okay, the pants are leather, not jean, but that's about it. Oh, and his hair is spikeier, more season two Spike then season seven.

"Rock the cradle of love, oh, rock the cradle of love..."

Oh, Spike.

latino_menace

One Drug Lord, lazing about the place and cleaning a couple of swords. One regular one and one rather filled with magic.

No, he really doesn't have anything better to do.

He's also - some people will be glad to know - leaving in a couple of days, for a while. If you want a chance to meet him/bitch him out/throw things etc, now would be a good time.

gavemea_45

It's entirely possible Sam's been downstairs in the bar for quite a while, and has just been unobtrusive.

Actually, looking at the way he's engrossed in his book, that seems the most likely thing.

Hey, what can he say? It's interesting.

tophat-andtails.livejournal.com

There's a thief in an armchair by the fire. He looks rather comfortable really, seeing as he's got a bottle in one hand and he's smoking a pipe with the other. Filthy boots are resting easily on the coffee table in front of him and all in all, Dodger looks pretty damn happy with life.

Feel free to spoil, or enhance, his day.

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

[ooc: January 14, late morning: The waiting hordes (and a few extras) meet Anthony Ezra Tonks-Wrangle.

Bernard and Tonks spend some quality time with their son before anyone else comes in.

Dude and Kathleen.

Sunny meets her brother.

Ted and Andromeda.

Raph.

Dream.

Tom Riddle.

Desire.

Aziraphael.

Crowley.

All of these threads were lovely and brilliant and funny and made us all so very happy. Thank you for playing them, and thanks for reading them. :-*]

gonna_live

[And at Southdown Abbey, earlier this afternoon...

Kaylee asks Andronicus Crowley a Very Important Question. It has nothing to do with demonic marriage, and everything to do with demonic bridesmaids.

Shortly thereafter, Kaylee and Prior Fell have a tea party, and Kaylee gets permission to do something delightful. Also nefarious.]

ms-myers.livejournal.com

[ OOM: All that's left is a handful of petals, silver-white, crystalline, scattered on the floor. ]

undergnd-leader.livejournal.com

Because Jurgen doesn't get nearly enough gametime-

He's sitting outside, despite the cold, reading.

What can we say, he's a strange duck.

door-2-door.livejournal.com

There's a Salesman at a table again this morning, with a newspaper and coffee. The Sports section is open just now and he at least seems to be reading it. Considering it's not really news, he might actually be. Come find out.

~~The mun expects that anyone would be more interesting than sports, though the pup may be inclined to disagree.~~

jaded-jedi.livejournal.com

Mara Jade Skywalker is sick.

And it's obvious. The dark circles are back, and she's huddled in a booth, under a blanket. Her hair has lost it's sheen, and those once brilliant eyes have lost their glow.

But she's not leaving. Not when Ben wants her here.

She's eyeing toast and tea and several pills with distaste. Someone should tell her to eat them.

bohemian-mark.livejournal.com

It would be old hat if it wasn't rather strange. Mark Cohen at a table, with a guitar, whistling a jaunty tune as he works on scoring a musical. He's gone from lyrics and song to orchestral score now. Did anyone know that he knew how to transcribe for clarinets and saxophones? I sure didn't.

But, really, if you don't mind a bit of strange, he's friendly enough. Might even write you in if you're nice.

[ooc: Mark. Sans camera. Anyone guess what that means? Right! Rocks In. Tag away. You don't have to get it. Just stare.]

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

At some point, a small unassuming sign is posted on the notice board. But it's well worth a look.

In honor of the birth of

Anthony Ezra Tonks-Wrangle

January 14th at 5:37 AM,

all alcoholic beverages and tobacco products are on the house until Monday morning.

Thank you.

--Mgmt.

It is worth noting that there is a wizarding polaroid of a squinty-eyed little ~~monkey~~ baby-thing-person attached to the bottom haphazardly. If it's more your style to offer written congratulations, this might be the place.

inquisitivehero

It has been a long week.

Hank McCoy sits at his table just outside the Infirmary, taking a break from computer equations, treating patients, and worrying at interesting new puzzles.

He watches the bar with a smile, a giant mug of coffee, and a laptop sitting next to him.

venusadept_2

There is a Felix sitting near the fire, sipping a glass of Something Dark and conversing with one of his Djinn (Salt, for those who can tell).

Something Dark is a drink that Felix discovered here. It has been ~~arbitrarily decided~~ determined to contain none of the following:

Alcohol
Fizziness
Chocolate
Coffee

jaded-jedi.livejournal.com

[Kyle and Quin Present: Epic of a Universe Split
aka: The Epic Insanity of Mara Jade and Valentine Wiggin-Skywalker

OOM 1: Mara Jade is on the run under the alias 'Arica', and runs into Valentine 'Janson', a reporter who is looking for a story. They share drinks, some advice, and then never think they'll meet again.

OOM 2: Well they do meet again, this time by running into each other outside on a Coruscant Upper Level. They decide to grab a meal together, when someone working for Ysanne Isard catches up with Mara and she is forced to kick some ass. Then at Valentine's apartment, they decide to steal a ship and run away together! In slutty fashion, they do so!

OOM 3: The girls buy tickets for a transport after selling the shiny ship, then buy fizzy drinks and clothes and chat a bit while they fly away!

OOM 4: They arrive at the hotel onna asteroid (the one from Darksaber if anyone's read that *twitch*) and enjoy the pretty fountains, the jacuzzi's, the food and the UST. Then they shop.

OOM 5: Final Night of their vacation. Mara and Valentine dress up and have dinner with a side helping of UST, before getting arrested for being an assasin/criminal and aiding the assasin/criminal. They break out of jail, Valentine bandages Mara's arm in typical fashion (this is important because it's what Val's done to Mara repeatedly inbar), say their...'farewells' and Valentine is whisked off to Coruscant, while Mara runs away to the Outer Rim.

There, it's done. It's over. Finally. Maybe.

<3, Kyle and Quin.

P.S.: Millitimed to Mara's past, and Val's Present. Hahah. Timelines are so messed up now!]

buriedmybrother.livejournal.com

Antigone has a puppy!

A magic puppy.

You may have seen them outside this morning, sitting in the snow. However, now the puppy is upstairs (she's still afraid she'll break it if she isn't careful), and Antigone is sitting at a table, cheek resting in the palm of one hand.

Daydreams can always be interrupted.

the_antiangst

Dead twentysomething drag queen (not that that last bit is particularly obvious, today).
Couch by fireplace.
Rather large mug of tea.
Basket of fried paradoxes, mostly untouched.
Notebook.
Mark's spare camera.
Copy of Soul Music, as provided by Bar last night.
And a surprisingly sober expression, for someone who's three-quarters of the way through a Terry Pratchett novel and still reading. Actually, if you know Angel very well, it's a surprisingly sober expression for him to have in the first place.
Perhaps someone should ask him what's up?

jack_inthegreen

Jack sits in one of the chairs by the fireplace, singing to his daughter in a language long gone. The words would seem familiar, though: all lullabies, are their core, are about the same thing.

Love you, precious child. Love you.

scapepig

There is a large pig sitting by the lake, watching the world go by.

vaapadmaster.livejournal.com

Mace Windu enters the bar, coming from the lake area.

Have at.

[[ Mun had a Sudden Minimalist Urge© ]]

jackdriscoll.livejournal.com

There was a Jack, a very strange and happy Jack...at a table, with soup and a glass of water, writing. Very secretive smile on his face. Chances of him telling why he's so happy? Slim to none. You can feel free to talk to him, anyway.

Current Mood: content

mogget_cat

*There's a white cat curled up in front of the fireplace, taking a not'catnap. Come pet it and give it a good reason to wake up.*

politestpirate.livejournal.com

[OOM: Fox Frets]

asar-suti.livejournal.com

There was a slightly purple penguin outside, diving under the ice of the lake. He was flying in the water as penguins do, and enjoying it whole-heartedly.

There was no woe this time around to drive Asar-Suti to penguin-shape; he just had realised he hadn't done it yet this winter.

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

Jack is in the bar.

And ectremely bland looking Jack. He looks distracteable.

If he was a little less nervous, he'd have an exciting entrance post for you, but he isn't, so he doesn't.

madetomend.livejournal.com

Sally's around, working on some knitting. Her sweater, it seems, has four arms. Intentional, most certainly. She's also got her bag, a gift from Clive. She's in a lovely mood, ready to meet new people!

just-a-soldier.livejournal.com

Without even one glance back ~~Elvis~~ Aeryn has left the ~~building~~ Bar. Don't worry, she's not going to do anything dangerous.

3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com

>> January 14th, 2006: Checking In and Out

[OOM: A third member of Rachel's rescue team finds herself in the Infirmary, and Hank tries to get to the bottom of her ailment. A little later, before they both leave, Max and Goldy have a less formal introductory chat and end up discovering some common ground amongst the banter.]

gone_byebye

Ray's starting to get used to standing guard duty in 2342. Not that he likes it. He's just getting used to it.

Right now, though, he needs a break, and so Egon is upstairs, and Ray is down here, with dinner, and the robot dog.

qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com

Darien trots down the steps and deposites himself on a bar stool before getting a Corona. He asks the bar for a book of some sort, only it's not his usual; no philosophy or classic literature or art criticism. No, instead it's a large book with a great deal of pictures.

A hair style book.

...it is quite obvious from the grin on his face that he's planning on doing something about someone's 'Do.

loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com

It's getting to be that time; the moon is getting harder to ignore.
Therefore, Jason is standing in the clearing clutching a to-go cup of coffee. They don't break as easily when you drop them mid-shift. He looks to be waiting for stragglers before starting his hunt.

called_lioness

Lucy's face is red from being outside in the cold, and she's rather damp from the snow, as she enters, and gets paper and pen from Bar, along with tea and a book.

Another moment and she's curled on the couch with all of the above, and shifting through the pages of the book, for all she doesn't seem to be concentrating all that much on it.

theravenboy

( Pre-Milliways )

Bran's vision darkens, and then he is standing in front of the Milliways door.

He pushes it open.

qsilver-md.livejournal.com

Kevin, bar, med student coffee.

He's looking for whoever he should talk to to get on the medical register.

Any other company is welcome, though.

faithful-slayer.livejournal.com

Faith's in the bar, having coffee and reading a large hardcover book which at first glance appears to be serious reading material but on closer inspection is a collection of Spider-man comics.

Yes, the Slayer is a comic geek.

Come giggle, if you like.

blinded--faith.livejournal.com

Theoretically, a blind man who opens a door and expects to find a certain setting on the other side won't be able to realize immediately that he has found someplace... else.

Certainly the young man walking in through the front door-- hardly more than a boy, really-- with a bag over his shoulder isn't expecting to find himself here. He's not looking around, and there is a certain hesitation to his movements as he fumbles with the door likely to inform anyone used to the movements of the blind that another of their number has just arrived.

There's a pale streak darting in through the door behind him, resolving itself into a large cat, cream and red, approximately the size of a large mastiff. The cat pauses, as the door swings shut behind them, one paw arrested in midair, and the boy's empty hand falls to the cat's head, lightly.

"... either they redecorated last night," the boy says slowly, "or this is not the inn."

Curious, perhaps, that he can tell this, when he is obviously (to some) blind.

A moment later he continues. "That wasn't a Gate, though. And you didn't Jump us, either."

"... no, that's not helpful."

howmanynipples.livejournal.com

Shadwell is lurking by the bar, trying to get some service in this heathen place.

He's really craving a nice cup of tea, but he'll settle for anything that doesn't feature the blood of virgins.

[OOC: If anyone would like to explain the "magical bar" concept for him, go right ahead-- but please can it only be the first person to tag? Love you all.]

prone-to-panic.livejournal.com

There are days, yes there are days, when chocolate is required, Even for stolid British-type sailors. So here is Archie, comfortable in his chair with his hot chocolate and his view of the bar area. No sense in not keeping an eye on things even though one is enjoying a bit of chocolate, now is there?

Come chat.

gravity_shifter

Sikozu is uncharacteristically sitting in a booth, rather subdued. There are three blue feathers on the table in front of her, which she strokes every now and then, smiling. Bother at will, she's in a relatively good, quiet mood.

called_lioness

Lucy may be giggling far too much as she leaves the notes at the bar.

( For Ace, Adam, Amy, Caspian, Edmund, Kitty, Raven, Susan, and Thom )

Giggling far, far too much indeed.

fathers-cleric.livejournal.com

John Preston.

Clerics heal fast in libria-which could be why he's just come in from a fabulous practice session with a wooden Bokken thoughtfully provided by bar. Enjoying some Green tea by the fire and keeping an eye out for familiar faces.

Have at.

amanda-darieux.livejournal.com

Amanda and Desire meet for a trip into the world of tempation.

WARNING: There isn't anything sexual about this thread.

flame-and-void.livejournal.com

[OOM: A moment's thought]

Not far from where Moiraine recently appeared, another gateway opens in a vertical line of golden light, expanding outward. The scene of a dark bedroom appears on the other side, and through steps Rand, clad in dark breeches and a loose fitting shirt. The gateway snaps shut behind him as he's taking in the room, looking around searchingly. He seems to catch himself, closing his eyes, then relax a bit. Moments later the glow about him fades out.

He visibly sighs in relief, and opens his eyes again.

Then he sees the figure of Moiraine not a few feet away from him. Blackened shoulder.

He quickly dashes forward.

doc-lecter.livejournal.com

Dr. Hannibal "The Cannibal" Lecter walks out of the kitchen and posts the night's menu item.

Steak Tartare.

There are other things offered, but you're not interested in them.

Really, you're not.

I promise it's nothing you'd be interested in. Steak Tartare is good! Just ask him!

But ... in case you are looking for something else to eat, there's a vegetarian menu he's got handy. Just ask him about it.

last_adam

*Anybody noticing Adam and Alanna enter back into the bar probably wouldn't see anything different. Unless they'd seen Alanna leave, and thus known that Adam hadn't left with her.

Or they could just be distracted by Alanna's dress.*

just_the_doctor

[OOM: The Fourth Doctor bids a not-so-fond farewell to his modern counterpart. Secrets are revealed. Boots meet backsides. Millitimed to Friday night.]

just_the_doctor

The Doctor trudges in from out back and orders a Gallifreyan ale from Bar. After checking the tab board, he drops coins from at least four different worlds onto her surface until his tab drops to zero. Then he takes his ale and goes to sit by the window to Think.

Company would not be shunned.

abs-denham.livejournal.com

[oom: As events draw to a conclusion in Holby, things do not look good in 147]

A very worried looking Abs comes down the stairs and heads straight to the Bar.

"Bar, I need to borrow a spare key for 147. Please, it's important."

He waits anxiously but no key appears. Light dawns.

"I can't believe you've got a key to my room. Give it here. I won't be letting you get that again."

"Bar, please, he could be dead in there for all I know. I know it's unlikely but I need to see if he's okay."

When there is still no response he puts his head in his hands and mentally kicks himself for being so untrustworthy earlier. He then looks around the bar trying to work out what to do.

[ooc: Not locked as such but please to only be tagging if you already know both Guppy and Abs.]

sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com

Once again Claire is in the bar dropping off a note. This time it's for Sawyer.

That simple task completed, she picks up Seth's carrier and their luggage, and heads for the door, pausing only to dig the small green scale out of her pocket.

When the door opens it's not to her apartment in New York but rather Talbot Manor.

magius-unlocked.livejournal.com

And a Magius walks to the lakeside, wearing a set of simple clothes bar provided to him.

He has been wandering aimlessly all night, unable to concentrate, unable to think, unable to stop. He has been mostly without thought for almost 24 hours as he moves, step after step, just...living. And now he walks by the lake, something in him called back here to see the stars.

With a voice that is raspier than usual, he Speaks, and then he steps out into the air above the lake and walks forward into a night full of stars.

And there he stands, stars above and below and just...exists.

no-comb-shep.livejournal.com

Sheppard doesn't look quite like he normally does as he steps into the bar. The beard is a change, as is the outfit that looks as if it might be more at home in a rennaisance festival. He hasn't stared at the bar like that since he first came in, either.

But stare he does for several moments, looking absolutely shocked. Eventually, he makes his way over to the Bar and sits down heavily, planting a kiss right on the surface, then letting his head fall with a thunk.

"I'd kinda like a beer, but I might end kissing that, too." The said drink appears, but he lets it sit there, still letting his forehead rest against the Bar's surface.

transgenic-max.livejournal.com

There is a Max sitting in a booth, sipping tea and staring out the observation window. Or rather, staring past it. Wherever her thoughts are, they aren't on the end of the universe. There is a plate of cookies beside her, but it is being mostly ignored. As is everything else, really. Might even be possible to sneak up on her, for once.

There is something wrong with this picture. Care to guess what it is?

un_fallen

Raguel's observant by nature, so he's in the bar for only a few minutes before he notices the sign announcing Anthony's birth. He glances around. Maybe this is the night to see if Bar's feeling generous.

A few minutes later, he's got a tall glass of the dark beer he had his first night in, the one that he's been craving ever since. He glances gratefully back at the sign on his way to a stool down the bar, and hesitates. He doubts a note from him would be terribly appreciated, but it could be that he's just paranoid.

Maybe after a couple of drinks.

saionjisenpai.livejournal.com

Saionji's been outside. That's where the roses are--and also the snow. So now there's a teenaged boy with long green hair huddled by the fire with a mug of cofee, with snow dusting the shoulders of his light denim jacket.

He can't really afford the coffee, but he's cold.