milliways_bar | Jan. 16th, 2006

Jan. 16th, 2006

gramarye1971

Merriman has a pot of tea and a stack of essays before him, and is methodically working his way through both.

Not quite so much red ink on the essays this time. Fear can be a powerful motivator, especially when you get into the start of Hilary Term.

royal-guarantor.livejournal.com

Roshaun comes down the stairs, carrying himself like a king.

Mostly because he is one.

futures_of_ash

[From the Infirmary]

She has an escort, a watcher. Someone to keep her out of trouble, probably something she's needed all along, but it doesn't seem to deter her in the least. You may have seen her, a flame haired girl drifting through the Bar in the wake of the blue furred man. Drifting in a flame patterned cloak and out the door.

She looks a little sad, a little haunted, and now she's floating just above the lake waters looking down. She's not at her best right now...but distractions, distractions are something she would treasure, babysitter or no.

witchy-rebel.livejournal.com

Morgan had woken up at dawn, as she did most days. Convent-habit, really. Sometime she got up, other times she feel back asleep.

Today she had got up, got dressed, and wandered down to the stables. Inside was too cramped, and she was too jittery to stay there. She had needed fresh air, and, well, she hadn't riden Epona for a while.

So if you wandered outside sometime before she goes inside to talk to Barty, you would see a dark-haired girl dressed in tunic, trousars and cloak, riding a white horse in the white snow.

simon_doctor

Um. I mean. 'The Wedding'.

[Please note that all text below was written by Sweeney, who is sleep-deprived and also Very Silly. Also, please stay tuned for relevant back_room posts, probably tomorrow. Thank you. -Ed.]

Last night, as previously posted: Simon asks River a question. River is like, "duh, dork." Then Simon goes for a walk. And after that, Simon runs into River again.

While that is going on, Mal Reynolds and Teddy Frye enjoy a bitchfest.

And then this morning! There is a WEDDING.

First there are severe jitters. Mal is good with those.

Then there is a ceremony with no fainting and a nosebleed.

Then there is a party out back, with the gavotte, because why not? (This is still in progress.)

And then there is sneaking away done by Simon and Kaylee, and then there is the morning after said sneaking. (Tomorrow morning, in other words.)

(None of Simon Tam's hair was harmed in the making of this production.]

[Also, there may have been a demonic wedding preserved for posterity.]

just-a-soldier.livejournal.com

[OOM 1: Unexpected guests: During which Aeryn goes back to Moya and is then attacked by Coreeshi bounty hunters.]

[OOM 2: Shrinkification: During which the crew of Moya gets shrunk.]

[OOC: A short quick OOM, just to illustrate. Heck, it's canon, don't blame me. But here's how she got shrinkificated. Millitimed to earlier today.]

sir-apropos.livejournal.com

I think I might have leprosy and no one told me.

I suppose that would be an awkward conversation to begin, something of a faux pas no matter how politely you put it. Excuse me, sir, but I regret to inform you that your arm appears to be rotting off at the joint. It just...doesn't sound good, no matter how you put. However, I am beginning to suspect that it might be true.

Because no one has spoken to me in weeks.

It's not as if I don't show myself to the general public on occasion. It is not as if I don't make my way down here, eat a meal like any other miserable slob, and sit for a time with my food.

Is it that I'm not handsome enough? Is that it? I suppose that I might need a haircut, but I wasn't under the impression that I was frightening children or anything. Is it the staff? I should hope that the fact that I carry a large stick doesn't intimidate people. To look at me, big staff or no, I am not one to be intimidating anyone.

Or is it--

No, it couldn't be. I can't believe it could happen, here of all places especially...

Perhaps the universe is leaving me alone for a time.

This is a particularly frightening thought, being as the universe, as a whole, takes it's greatest pleasure in prodding me with sick and usually near fatal twists of fate. But being as things have been quiet, I am happily engaged to a beautiful woman with an affection for firepower, and no one is trying to kill me...it seems to be the only likely answer.

I fear what's coming next.

[ooc: This is not a whine-fest for tags from a mun, but rather Apropos' I'm-not-a-main-character issues flairing up again.]

Then what's all that nonsense about how I have to talk to people about all the time?

[ooc: Well, I'm not saying they can't, just that I'm not begging for it like you seem to be.]

I am not.

[ooc: You are so. You're...you're itching for adventure! Ha! Never thought I'd see the day.]

No, actually I'm itching for intelligent conversation. I'm certainly not getting any from you, now, am I?

[ooc:...do you realize how stupid that was?]

I've never been one to keep my mouth shut when I should.

[ooc: *cackles slyly*]

...fuck.

prince-arithon.livejournal.com

Out of Milliways: Arithon and Bianca share some quality time. Nightmares, conversation, tickle fight.

randomsbastard.livejournal.com

Martin's father has a button which says "Bites When Provoked". One would suit Martin as well, except that his should have the amendment of "Easily Provoked". While he is not, exactly, glowering, he is certainly not projecting the air of someone particularly interested in the inanities of small talk.

Which is to say: New people should probably have an actual topic of conversation in mind, or be willing to accept that they are going to add to the Milliways store of Interesting Cussing fits.

the_lioness

[OOM: The Great Snowball Ambush. In which Lucy and Alanna are all innocence and light; Raven falls over a lot; Amy joins the winning side; Ace is tempted by cocoa and fire; Edmund, Thom and Caspian are attacked mercilessly by their sisters and poor Adam and Caspian must deal with twitterpated dragons. Fun was had by all ~~except perhaps Thom~~, but especially by the dragons.

Millitimed to yesterday afternoon, slowtime still in effect in a few places.]

lvpd_sidle

She's flipping through a photo album, stopping every so often to reminisce.

It is a bit difficult to regret the best year of your life.

princess-entipy.livejournal.com

Shiny Happy princess in the bar.
Bug please...

captain-emerald.livejournal.com

Because Rimmer feels neglected and hasn't been in the bar for a while, he's now downstairs. As he comes up to the bar he's mobbed by a small grey thing, he recognises it, yes one of the two skutters Kris had the other day decided to stay and lurk and now seems to be attached to following Rimmer. Ignoring it Rimmer orders breakfast and sits, though it follows closely expectantly.

bloodyrockgod

Charlie, by the fireplace, with guitar.

( nope, no subliminial meaning here. )

It is possible he also has tea.

silverageflash.livejournal.com

Barry is seating away from the crowds. It's been rough, this past week, trying to deal with his departure, with Sara's feelings about it, with a Bar that he feels still needs him (even though it can do fine without him). He's eating macaroni and cheese for lunch, a sure sign he wants - needs - comfort food.

But he will also welcome company. Come say hi.

Current Mood: pensive

inquisitivehero

Millitimed to this morning sometime - plot locked.

Hank hasn't been out of the Infirmary much this week but now he is dragging in, through the Door, a large sled which has machines and boxes on it and dragging it to the Infirmary. The boxes all carry different script but most are, if one can read such, in english and describing medical supplies.

He disappears inside the Infirmary with the sled.

qsilver-md.livejournal.com

Kevin is in the bar, still looking for whoever can get him on the medical register, though he doesn't know who that is.

He hates being idle, always has.

the_antiangst

It's about half old hat - Angel's in the bar, over by the fireplace, with tea and paradoxes - and half fairly recent developments, those being the near-constant presence of the notebook and Mark's digital camera.
And the fact that it's a rather large mug of tea.
The pattern as a whole seems likely to keep up until Mark comes back to his senses.

(OOC: Will have to flee... in an hour at most, probably, for dinner, and will be back later this evening. Headvoice would not shut up until I put him in, though. Tag as you will.)

fire-of-mahal.livejournal.com

A dwarf cannot forever be at his forge-fire, no matter how good the business is, so today Gimli son of Gloin is in the Bar.

Because it is hard to get a dwarf to stop being practical, he is in the process of knitting himself a sock.

What, you thought dwarves wore nothing but armour?

last_adam

[OOM: After the snowball fight, Adam and Alanna talk.]

gone_byebye

Ray slept last night, and did his guard duty after. Neither one did him much good in the way of nerves. This is why he's out back, by the lake, going through the practice forms of the Chinese broadsword with his lightsabre.

He's actually pretty good at them, all things considered, and by 'all things' we mean 'the fact that he's bundled up in Gore-Tex clothing that makes raspy squeaky noises when it rubs against itself'.

inquisitivehero

Doctor Hank McCoy comes briefly out of the Infirmary and writes a note, which he leaves with Bar, then goes back into the Infirmary.

door-2-door.livejournal.com

There's the fellow in the suit again, at a table with his coffee. Admittedly he's not overly interesting today, but this is the case most days, if you've been playing along at home.

Paperwork, a planner, and a pack of smokes are strewn across the table. Occasionally he writes, takes a drag from a cigarette, or glances about the bar. Bet it looks like an exciting life to an outsider. -Or maybe not.

Then instead, perhaps, it looks like he needs a distraction.

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

There is an Ace, at the bar, with lunch... or possibly dinner. It all depends on your point of view. I'm fairly sure the sandwich doesn't mind which role it fills. Or maybe it does, in which case we'll be hearing from the sandwich's lawyer shortly.

In any case, there's an Ace, munching on her sandwich, and proding various odd-looking devices.

Field testing, doncha know.

tea-and-honor.livejournal.com

The Fox content of the bar goes up by one.

The Fox tail content of the bar goes up by nine.

Pet her. Feed her. Compliment her fur.

qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com

Lab rat at the bar.

Complete with a little rat on his shoulder.

Darien (and Darien) would love company.

just-a-soldier.livejournal.com

Tiny, adorable, no longer scowling Aeryn in the Bar. Or should I say on the Bar. She's been thinking. She has to get big to help Guppy and she's certainly not used to failing. So despite being a soldier and not a tech, she's formulated a plan. Now she just needs someone big to help her out.

[OOC: And now she has left the building. To be re-tallified.]

bothbutneither.livejournal.com

( yesterday, in room 35 )

devils-dandy.livejournal.com

There's a dandy in a booth today, looking rather glum.
He's got a reason. Perhaps silly to most, but good enough for him.
Feel free to poke him, or ask what's wrong. Just don't expect him to tell you.

nerdanel_the_wise

The pregnant, red haired Elf is in the bar again.

She is seated by the fire, with her needlepoint, humming quietly.

It may be to herself.

Curled at her feet is a massive wolfhound, dozing lightly, guarding her ward loyally. She may be singing to Lírë.

But she isn't.

jackdriscoll.livejournal.com

Jack at the bar, wearing a long black coat, cocoa by his side, and writing furiously into his notepad.

Poke him and say hi.

safetyoverstyle.livejournal.com

The thing with being sent to one's room is that it's not really much of a punishment when the doorway to the room in question leads to Milliways, for the first time in many months.

Cassie sighs, takes a deep breath, and visibly calms herself down. At least this place is sometimes relaxing. And there's food here - and for once she's got her purse on her.

"Pumpkin soup, please, Bar, with nutmeg. Lots of nutmeg."

She settles at a booth, props her feet on a table and happily slurps away. Soup - always good. Come say hi.

mogget_cat

*An Yrael enters the room from the west. In the room is a bar, many tables, and many patrons. There are exits to the north, east, south, and west. The room now contains one(1) Not'Cat of +8 Bastardry.*

*What do you do?*

Current Mood: mischievous

armoralchemy.livejournal.com

Al's in his usual booth, uncomfortably hunched to fit in the seat, and reading.

Which isn't so unusual, except for the part where it's not strictly an alchemy book he's reading, although he meant to get one.

It's Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone.

. . . that's what you get, when you're unspecific with Bar.

Current Mood: confused

cywyllog

So there are two tiny, mostly Wlesh princes around these days. Currently, one is sitting on the floor near the fireplace, drawing on paper with these crayon things they learned about from Sunny.

The other one is curled up in his mother's lap. She is, as usual, sort of curled up on a couch near the fire and the boy sitting in front of it. Feel free to bother one or all.

venusadept_2

[OOC: In honor of yesterday's Zits comic strip:]

Felix has obtained a Tiddlywinks set, at which he is staring with no small confusion.

He is, in fact, totally baffled.

He would be grateful for explanation.

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

Frosty weather!
Snowy weather!
When the wind blows,
We all go together.

Singing to himself, in a booth, tossing and catching a small crystal ball.

There's Jack for you.

notafieldagent.livejournal.com

George Mason spent a lot of time alone in ihs room upstairs. It wans't that he felt sorry for himself, he just didn't have much interest in mingling with people. He ate and he slept and he wrote his book.He had more than 200 pages of text. There were a few passages he wanted to go back and adjust a little, but for the most part, he considered the project done.

And so, he headed downstairs to the bar for a drink. Maybe he'd even eat downstairs, instead of taking it up to his room as was his usual pattern.

Except when he reached the bottom of the stairs, he saw a door that hadn't been there before. The door.

He approached it slowly. He didn't want to walk through it. But he knew he had to. His book was finished. It was in his room. Tony or Jack or Michelle, someone would find it and take it to John.

George Mason took a deep breath and tugged the door open.

blue_ajah

The Aes Sedai -- Moiraine Sedai, that is, now that she is not the only Aes Sedai to frequent Milliways -- is sitting at her preferred table.

Tea is at hand, albeit largely ignored. Instead, she is studying a collection of papers before her.

Occasionally, she flips through what appears to be a leather-bound journal, perhaps looking for some reference. Every so often, she makes a note in her careful, precise hand.

The expression in the dark eyes is very thoughtful indeed.

shadowsusannah.livejournal.com

Susannah Dean, in her hoverchair, is sitting in the bar near the fire, reading a book she got in the Strand during her two weeks in New York City and working slowly on a cup of hot chocolate. She looks fairly content with life, at the moment.

galefromkansas.livejournal.com

It's been a couple weeks since Dorothy arrived in Milliways, and she's still Bound. She's not sure what to do with herself, and fairly homesick. She's a little wary of spending time out in the bar, after all the people who knew her name without being told the last time, but she's also rather lonely in her room.

She's just finished a peanut butter sandwich and a large glass of milk and is debating whether or not to go back upstairs and spend another night playing with Toto.

bohemian-mark.livejournal.com

Mark's mun is frustrated that she can't find the song she wanted to use in this entrance post. However, as Mark has nothing better to do, and people to recruit for the Musical, he is ensconsed at a table in the bar.

Atypically, he's wearing a dark grey three-piece suit, a black-and-white striped tie, and a black fedora. For those who know him, it might be a shock that he's sans glasses and camera. Those who don't know him might note the vast pile of papers, and what looks like an accounting book. Well, alright. The book might be a surprise if you know him, too. Anyway, talk to the boy, please? Perhaps you can knock some sense into him.

Do you actually believe that the music will ever die?

[ooc: Shush. You can't infect -me- with rocks. Day the Music Died. It's a famous song. Look it up.]

It's called American Pie, darling Quin. You should know that.

[ooc: Shuddup.]

[Mark's got rocks. Looks like I do to. Tag away.]

eyesxonly.livejournal.com

Logan's been in his world for the last few days, but now he's back in the bar. There's a laptop in front of him, and he seems to be concentrating on what's on the screen, as well, he's also got a cup of coffee sitting next to him. If anyone actually looks at him, he's a little pale, but other than that looks pretty well.

Come bother the reporter.

mistressmaryquitecontrary

Mary Lennox doesn't look happy as she walks into the bar through the back door.

But then again, Mary's expression could hardly ever be termed 'happy' - and it would be fair to say that she seems, at least, no more solemn than is usual as she travels in the direction of the counter.

In fact, in comparison to the last time she entered Milliways, her demeanor could be called almost cheerful.

Almost.

jaded-jedi.livejournal.com

Mara Jade Skywalker sits huddled in a booth, a blanket around her shoulders, tea and toast in front of her. She hasn't touched it yet, and it's obvious she isn't going to.

Her eyes have deep circles around them, the green that was once sparkly, going dull, her skin borderline transparent with a tinge of yellow.

But she's not going home. Nope. She refuses. Ben needs her. For once in his life, he's openly admitting he needs his mother. She is not leaving.

She'll be very nice tonight though. Being mean hurts too much.

talented-biter.livejournal.com

Sunny has been given FINGER PAINTS.

This is an excellent present.

First, she painted the walls. (She is certain Ber'd will approve when he sees the new green and yellow kitchen. It's beautiful.)

Then Sunny got bored with that and came out to the bar and paints some chairs. (Which are still wet. Careful, patrons, or you may end up with a rainbow streaked butt.)

And then Sunny was bored.

Bored.

Bored.

And so she sneakily made her way out to the stables, which Good Girls are not supposed to go to alone, and so she dragged Beatrice with her.

This may be why currently she is making Mithros purple.

It's a good colour for Mithros, really.

oneman_onevote

This hasn't happened in awhile.

He's been back for some days now. Really. He's just... good at hiding. Yes.

So, there is an assassin in the bar, at the bar, with a cup of very strong coffee and plenty of concealed weaponry. Just as if he was never gone.

giftedthom.livejournal.com

*Thom isn't really doing anything tonight. Not even drinking.

Yet.*

weighted-wishes.livejournal.com

There is a very proud Ash three sitting in a glazed blue bowl on a table. It's leaves shimmer slightly, but otherwise it seems perfectly content as a plant.

The person sitting at the table though seems far less content with stability. The cloak shifts from brightly patched in mendicant attire to drab and dreary as a monk. The face swims into different forms for each viewer, and the smile could twist a heart or drive one to madness.

Wish is in the bar my friends, writing it seems, and occasionally talking to the little tree. Come say hello?

futures_of_ash

It's her time on the lake once more, a dose of sanity among the scattered dreaming. So there is a girl, drifting over the freezing waters, looking down, red hair spilling onto a flame colored cloak. She doesn't look dangerous, in fact, she looks rather lost just bobbing there in the air.

Come say hello.

foxy-l33t.livejournal.com

A certain fox has a list, and she is checking it twice. Revisions and revisions that a minute could re-make-

It is an itinerary list, with such notations as
-British, might give him a heart attack- but be fun!
-too cute, possibly. Shopping?
-...... if he picks up a flamethrower, make a stop.
-Go back again afterwards!
And other various things.

Uhoh?

Laini is certainly open for suggestions, once you ask her what she is up about.

Fair warning, she is also humming "What do you do with a drunken sailor".... not like she has plans or anything.

prone-to-panic.livejournal.com

There are occasions when one must simply must lounge, and tonight seems to be Archie's night. He's got some tea, he's got a spot on the sofa by the fireplace, he's got a brand-new book. Bar has decided that Archie should broaden his literary horizons, so she has provided him with a copy of To Kill a Mockingbird along with his evening tea. Come see how he likes it.

namo

A pleasant looking Vala is seated by the fire, drinking mulled wine and petting Lírë's head. Nerdanel had long retired to her room, leaving the hound with her master.

Care to chat with him?

abs-denham.livejournal.com

[oom: After this.]

Abs comes tearing down the stairs and stops, looking around the bar.
He swears under his breath and goes to look out back.
He comes back in and sits down at the bar with his head in his hands.

The others are going to kill me.

anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com

Anthy's hair is still wet when she comes downstairs, so instead of heading out to check on the rosebushes she starts for the bar.

Something hot would be nice.

loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com

If you didn't know any better, you would think Jason hasn't moved since last night. Still lounging in the booth, iPod blaring in his ears. From time to time you might hear him singly softly along. Only this time, he has a plate of baked apples that he's picking at.
Say hello?

Current Music: "Don't Let The Sun Catch You Crying" -Louis Jordan

atreides-ghani.livejournal.com

Once again, the door to the gardens in the palace opens to Milliways instead. Ghanima gives a small shrug and walks on through, ordering her customary glass of ice water and taking a seat at the bar.

Ahhh, that water never gets old.

thisfatefulhour

The door opens to reveal Charles Wallace, shaking melting snow off his hair. He blinks at the bar, and his face lights up.

"Wonderful, I was wondering when I'd get back."

He heads for a table, unslinging his backpack.

dragonofgrey.livejournal.com

It's been a few days, and Draco's definitely with the music now. ("Don't let go, you got the music in you.") In fact, he's up on the stage again, and singing. Dressed in a suit this time, though hair slicked back like his often used hair style.

This time, it's "Rebel Rebel."

(ooc: Plot with Rocks In, you know the drill.)

Current Music: David Bowie's Rebel Rebel

sf-nosferatu.livejournal.com

He's still not totally comfortable with the idea of sitting out in the open, but Daedalus has braved the mass of people long enough to get blood from the bar and find a booth that isn't completely shrouded in shadow.

The Nosferatu is liable to bolt if you stop and gawk, but if you're not planning on it, feel free to have a chat.

gonna_live

When the sun went down Serenity lifted off Persephone.

And now Kaylee is in the bar...with rocks on. Her left hand.

(Please to not be hurting us for the bad pun.)

She's got a bowl of soup, some bread, and a piece of paper. The pen is stuck behind an ear. She's looking thoughtful.

qsilver-md.livejournal.com

( Note for Ben Skywalker )

sign-seeker.livejournal.com

Will is at the bar, perched on a stool with his sneakers hooked over a rung. He's sipping tea from a large mug, and keeping an eye out for people he knows.

qsilver-md.livejournal.com

OOM: The Past - Kevin receives a call from Darien while quite obviously under the influence from the police station. When he goes to bail him out, he discovers that Darien's condition is not what he thought it was.

gwion-bach.livejournal.com

Gwion was informed that the White Rider -- Blodwen Rowlands? -- had had a house dropped on her.

He's still not entirely sure what to think about this.

But surely thinking can be facilitated by a cup of cocoa by the fire.

The firelight catches on the harp string around his right wrist.

the_antiangst

The mun does not usually do this, but Angel is being unusually loud tonight, so he gets a second entrance post. (Have we mentioned that he's also stubborn as all get-out, when he wants to be?)
So. Two or three tea refills (still with the rather large mug) and one dinner later, he's still over by the fireplace, alternately writing in his notebook and rereading bits of Soul Music.
Those of you trying to figure out the music weirdness? Angel's got a few things worked out. Otherwise, he could perhaps do with a distraction. Just mind the fuzzy gender line, if you don't already know better.

singlesoledjest.livejournal.com

Mercutio asleep on a couch by the fire.

Mmmmm he looks comfortable.

gone_byebye

[OOM: Ray always sort of wondered whether anyone ever really noticed what he did, or the breakthroughs he made. The answer is yes.]

just-a-soldier.livejournal.com

[OOM: The re-bigified Aeryn talks to D'Argo and has a short, upsetting encounter with Crichton.]

just-a-soldier.livejournal.com

After a declaration of love and being un-shrunk, the Bar door opens to reveal one fully-sized Aeryn Sun. She looks good, exactly the same as usual. There is absolutely no sign that anything is wrong...that is until she sits down at the Bar and consumes five Ras'laks in quick succession. ~~Cati~~ people always assumed it would be someone not caring that drove her to drink. Not this time.

Current Mood: drunk

gorlim.livejournal.com

At some point, Gorlim wanders through the door from the lake.

He has been painted. He is beautiful.

This is really just what he gets for trying to tell a toddler his horse is not named Bobby and there is a perfectly good reason for it. However, at least Bernard's daughter was not eaten by his horse and he therefor shall not die or be damned to the Sheep Hell under the Dark Lord's steel wool factory in the Lands of Darkness.

Come laugh at him.