milliways_bar | Jan. 20th, 2006

Jan. 20th, 2006

http://users.livejournal.com/_hear_no_evil/

This time, when Nick comes downstairs, and after he moves quietly to the bar, a chocolate Payday candybar appears with his drink.

He looks at it, bewildered, and pushes it away before taking a pull at his beer. He feel much better. Amazing what a few nights (without dreams) of good sleep will do for a soul.

transgenic-max.livejournal.com

The blueprints and notes are back again, though Max isn't paying quite as much attention to them as she usually is. She seems to be keeping an eye out for someone, or several someones.

Or she could just be people watching, it's hard to tell.

Feel free to bother the X5.

withamagicword

[OOM - After Rachel Grey gets an unexpected present from Svava, Billy visits her in the Infirmary and much talk is had about healing, wounds, Possible Kitchen Disasters, and more. Warning for bonding and sibling-type mushiness]

clumsy_auror

[ooc: Another Serenity visit. In more ways than one. Millitimed to earlier this week, pre-River-War.]

latino_menace

Ramon walks to the bar for what could be the last time. He’s not the sentimental sort so there’s no last, longing looks around, no outward display of...anything. He just walks through the door and over to Bar, dressed in his prison uniform and carrying a small, inch-thick package in one hand. It’s white and has a wax seal, with a red ribbon around it. Not in the ‘ornate gift’ way – more in the ‘fancily displayed legal documents’ type way.

The ribbon has a white envelope stuck underneath it. He lays the thing down on top of the bar and the only visible sign of lingering doubt is the hand that rests on it for maybe a beat or two longer than it should.

‘For Random, please Bar. Tomorrow, as soon as he gets in. Not tonight.’

( Random )

And, that done, there’s nothing else. He walks to the door (and he hates this fucking door), grasps the handle and opens it – as he does there’s a sharp pain in his face and blood starts to flow, dripping from his lip onto his shirt. He remembers it’s the wound he arrived with and now he’s got it back, there’s no changing his mind. So he doesn’t look behind. He just paints a smirk back on, straightens - and leaves the bar.

river_meimei

[OOM: On Serenity, River and Simon discuss swords and Saionji.]

futures_of_ash

[OOMish: Another day in the Infirmary for Rachel...leads to clothing and younger siblings, Hank panicking Rachel, and a dash out to Max]

withamagicword

Billy had an interesting night, so much so that he barely managed to crash at a civilized hour. Now he is back up again and bouncing. He is at the Bar, munching on breakfast, writing a little, and watching the main area a lot with a bouncy enthusiasm.

amanda-darieux.livejournal.com

Amanda is sitting in the bar. Specifically in a booth. She has a pattern 4312 laid out in front of her with about 10 yards of red satin cloth. There is a smile on her face as she works her way through making a new dress.

Poke at will. She makes for good company right now.

worst-wizzard.livejournal.com

Pre-Milliways: Rincewind falls off the Disc,

Through the door falls a man dressed in red robes, and a red hat with "Wizzard" embroidered on it, with sequins and other flashy things, which means either he's a really powerful wizard with bad spelling, or he's seriously overcompensating. His eyes are closed, and stay closed a while longer. Then he noticed he's breathing.

Rincewind slowly opens one eye, then closes it again, quickly. Then, just as quickly, he opens both eyes... and sees this. A wail escapes him, and he points at Death. "I knew it! I knew it! I didn't even get to finish my life, and now you're here for me! I mean, 16 was at least better than 15!"

inquisitivehero

Hank sits at the table near the Infirmary, watching the bar and eating a large breakfast. For once, he isnt tapping at his laptop, but instead just wtaching people.

venusadept_2

Felix.

Table.

Something Dark.

Eyes open.

Verbs? Absent.

a-fell.livejournal.com

[oom: Letters for Nymphadora and Crowley]

clumsy_auror

[OOC: Letter to Aziraphael]

door-2-door.livejournal.com

Because the mun is both living vicariously through her pup, by giving him the coffee she didn't have time for this morning, and making him suffer as she did, by having him just come in from a jog, -not to mention abusing run on sentences,

The Salesman is around this morning. He's not dressed up however, because running is something he chooses not to do in a suit. He only intends to stop by the bar for coffee to take back to his room, but if you're paying attention, you may catch him. Otherwise you'll have to wait until after he's showered and comes back down looking presentable. (Boo, hiss!)

slayer_fray

( I have an idea )

Rachel summons Mel to the infirmary with an idea on how to help her with the Phoenix, which leads to:

( Lessons )

A long journey in the minds of the two women, with much to learn. Co-written by Mel, Rachel and Phoenix muns.

lvpd_sidle

Two CSIs enter, arguing softly.

"--Honestly, Gil, did you think he wouldn't find out eventually?"

"I thought he had enough to deal with at the time."

"Yet you allowed him to go with the arrest party, though any lawyer with any sense could easily call the case into question for personal bias."

Seeing the look on his face, Sara sighs.

"For what it's worth, I would've kept it from him too. Doesn't make it right."

"No. It doesn't. In a way, I wish he had yelled at me."

[ooc: Two for the price of one, with fresh hot steaming canon. Will have to slowtime in approximately one hour or so.]

last_adam

[OOM: Last night after his sparring with Mordred, Adam and Alanna talk.]

*And thus it is with more than a few achy muscles that Adam enters the main bar this morning, and settles himself down for a rather large breakfast. He's hungry, but he wouldn't mind company.*

maydaybrat.livejournal.com

And outside, there is a prince. A dead prince, and a pretty one, really.

However, should anyone mention anything to do with demons or spiders or namesakes, they are likely to get a fist to the jaw, as the whole thing just hurts his head.

So, provided people stay off those topics, he'd be more then happy to ~~snark~~talk to people.

gone_byebye

Ray was supposed to take the late night/early morning shift of guard duty on Danny Phantom today, but the way his hours worked out, he's actually in the Bar in time for lunch.

w00t.

Anyway, there's a Ghostbuster with a sandwich and a book on qigong and a quietly bleeping PKE meter at one of the tables, so.

general-lando.livejournal.com

Calrissian. Bar. Lunch. Datapad.

Calrissian in a blue cape.

Lunch is something called a Caesar salad.

Datapad has information on the Sluis Van shipyards.

Bar is, well, Bar.

Say hi.

[ooc: online till 3 pm Eastern, with possible slowtimery.]

blue-star-badge.livejournal.com

Adric and dragon innabar, once again going about their rounds, Adric collecting dishes in a bin held against his hip, the clockwork-ish dragon on his shoulder holding a basket for the silverware.

The dragon is likely a bit more distractable than Adric, but he's easy to distract as well, and always happy to talk, so go ahead and distract them, it'll be fun!

(lunchtime, 'bout fifteen minutes, then ono when I'll be back, might get a moment to check between work and being kidnapped to the mall, but definitely after I get home from the kidnapping. If slowtime is good for you, tag away ^__^ )

hanild.livejournal.com

Because the puppet has a new PB, the mun is putting her inna bar.

So! Hanild, Princess of Rohan, daughter of Helm Hammerhand is sitting at a table. She's writing out something or other and pondering a trip to the stables. She's also people watching. Good multitasker, this girl.

Feel free to stop and chat.

bohemian-mark.livejournal.com

Afternoon in the bar isn't usually very exciting. However, that is all about to change.
A new member of the Alphabet City avant-garde.... Angel Dumott Schunard!
Down the stairs, bathed in a strange confidence comes, well, an odd figure. The first thing seen are black almost-knee-high boots with four-inch heels. Then, zebra print tights, a white skirt, and a Santa-top. Drumsticks are stuck in the belt of the jacket over a white turtleneck.
The music ignites the night with passionate fire
She grins out towards the bar, jumping onto the nearest table, and beginning to keep a rather up-tempo beat on the rafters.
It reaches way down deep and tears you inside out till you're torn apart.
Bar, meet... Angel. However, doesn't Angel have better legs than that? And since when is Angel that pale....

That's a good boy. You can't stop me now. I will do whatever I want. And I can, you know.

Mark Cohen, for that is truly who it is, beams at the bar at large, and starts to sing, drum solo, and dancing and all.

( It was my lucky day today on Avenue A... )

Strange, how she's not falling over. Who knew Mark had balance like that.

jackdriscoll.livejournal.com

Jack in the bar. Jack by the fireplace. Jack with hot chocolate and a grin on his face.

Someone's in luuuuuuuurve.

banished-to.livejournal.com

Hel is in the bar. Status report on the player's leg are available at request, so we'll just leave it at "tea and drugs makes for interesting RP" and that no promises to quality are offered.

Random non-sequitar goes here, prior to the statement that Hel has chocoalte, electric blankets, and her sewing.

the_antiangst

It's been an extremely long couple of weeks; all Angel can really do at this point is hope they haven't run out of time to fix things.
He's having a casual sort of day for his own part, so that means jeans and a sweatshirt. It's not the usual three-sizes-too-big sweatshirt, though - that one needed to be washed. Instead, it's one Angel found in his closet this morning, probably left over from when Mark was sharing the room.
Which explains quite nicely, then, why the Juilliard dropout is wearing a Brown Journalism Department sweatshirt.
He also seems to have left his notebook upstairs, for the first time in at least a week.

withrocksin

The music's running out of time, and it knows it. But for right now?
Everything's still going just fine.
So, musician with rocks in inna bar, over by the piano (has he even moved since he got here? Who knows?), enjoying the chaos.
Well, mostly enjoying the chaos. Somewhere in there, he's more than a little fed up with the current state of affairs.
Anyone have a well-timed distraction?

(OOC: Is plotty! You know who you are.)

http://users.livejournal.com/_mother_dearest/

Out of Milliways:

Second Song: The Envy of Angels

no_justice

The front door flies open with a loud crashing discord, and something hurtles through at a tremendous pace.

The first impression is one of speed, then one of... OK, no, the impression is only really speed right now as a black and white blur shoots into the bar in a whirl of blue light. It's only when the blur spins and skids across the bar, knocking tables and chairs flying even as it decelerates rapidly, that you can make out a shape.

And you'll probably wish you hadn't.

Take two perfectly ordinary cartwheels. Sling a horse's saddle between them and add a curved piece of piping above the front one. Stick a horse's skull in front, and decorates the rest with feathers, beads, black roses, and most of the rest of the horse. Although why anyone would want to is not really answerable in this entrance post.

The rider of this strange contraption is not wearing a helmet, and if he were, he wouldn't be able to shake uncut unwashed black hair out of it. He is, in fact wearing his normal black cape - which was freshly laundered this morning. Ultimate dark doesn't stay ultimate dark by itself, you know - but over the top of that is another robe: a long, black leather one, borrowed from a wizard. On the back, in leather studs, is picked out the words BORN TO RUNE.

OH BUGGER, WRONG TURNING. SORRY.

[OOC: Kay, this is how it works. Once in a lifetime opportunity to thread with the Pale Rider onna Bike. I'm going home now, and out drinking later, but I WILL pick up any and all tags. So have at!]

not-caroline.livejournal.com

Things have been . . . interesting in the Jones household the last few days, but Coraline's mum and dad just decided she was having a musical phase--and since she was having fun, it was okay.

So it's a beeeeeeyoutiful, glamorous Coraline that comes through the Milliways door--and she's looking for an audience. Somebody needs to listen to her sing.

ETA: And then . . .

You can't explore wearing a boa and too-big high heels. How silly.

Coraline goes home to put on some sensible clothes and wash her face.

How very strange that was.

bloodyrockgod

Charlie has the Gibson, since he's been playing and singing with Liam; and since they did the thing with the thing . . . he's still not quite sure how that music magic worked and he's not sure he wants to . . . he's been playing a bit more.

Hey Mr. Bojangles, play a song for me?

fearcrow.livejournal.com

There is a psychiatrist at a booth.

You may have not seen Jonathon Crane in a while. As usual, he looks a little thinner, although there is less of that glint that means the Scarecrow is in occupation.

Or, it might be. One cannot say for certain.

At any rate: Jonathon Crane, booth, tea, and a book on psychology that looks at least fifty years old.

hope-halo.livejournal.com

Doors, in dramatic moments, usually open with bangs. This not being a dramatic moment, Remiel opens the door soundlessly -- although Cavanaugh-the-blue-yoyo whirs quietly in the air.

The archangel chooses a seat at the bar, grinning, and orders a purple rain shot. Bother/poke/throw jellybabies at will.

inquisitivehero

[Partially OOM, a summary of sorts - Jadis arrives at Milliways, burnt and hurt badly, and is found by Holly Short and Lucy Pevensie. They help her some, with Holly healing and Lucy objecting, and then Hank is summoned by Holly, who then departs as does Lucy.

Hank carries her to the Infirmary, where he treats her and tells her about Milliways and the Rules.

Then he goes to do more work, leaving her there for visitors, if she gets any.

There is snark, open enmity, and much info dumping.]

withrocksin

(Following this.)

If you're paying attention, you might notice something that looks like blue light, or smoke, or something, over near the piano. And it's making an awful lot of noise, for something of that nature - presently, it's muttering something about silly jokes about the end of the universe, don't be ridiculous--
I must remember, even if it takes a million years
And then, somehow, it notices the observation window. Or, more accurately, what's outside of it.
That? Is not a good thing. And above all, it can't stay at the end of the universe - the end of the song on infinite loop. It's not safe.
The rock candy's melted, only diamonds now remain
And with that, it's out the door, through the crack underneath.

The person it followed in is still standing by the piano - but not for long, as about the first thing Imp y Celyn does after the music's out the door is sit down on the piano bench, rather heavily. The fact that the music hasn't given him much time to eat or sleep in the last couple of weeks is finally catching up.
"I... think I need to llie down, for a bit."

badderthanyou

Dawn is sitting at the bar, apparently involved in a rather animated conversation with a tall guy with one of those 'hockey hair'-dos. Yeah, that'd be MacGyver. They're talking about... what else... hockey. They'd never met before today, but when you nearly spill an entire glass of diet Coke (she blames her sister for that one) on a guy, conversation tends to ensue.

Not too far away there is a confused cop not-quite-staring at a little grey guy in a large throne-like chair and a talking skull with orange eyelights. The conversation goes a little like this:

Ellison: "So, you're an alien?"
Thor: "That is correct."
Ellison: "And you are what exactly?" he asks of Bob.
Bob: "I'm an air spirit. What are you?"
Ellison: *dumbfounded blink*

[ooc: feel free to 'hop' into any of the conversations or tap any one of the five on the shoulder - well, 'cept Bob, who has no shoulders - and ask for the bowl of peanuts on the bar. Ellison would probably welcome the normalcy.]</small.

obligatoryass

After a sudden exit and a sudden return, Logan's in the bar again.

Drinking orange Gatorade. Because it seems like the seem to do.

He's also got Ho-Hos, because the name never stops being funny. It's probably his sophomoric sense of humor.

called_lioness

And when Lucy stands and walks away, it's to go to the Bar and write out several notes.

( For Susan Pevensie, Caspian, Peter Pevensie, Mr. Tumnus, Jill Pole, Rilian, and Eustace Scrubb )

( For Edmund Pevensie )

( For Alanna )

Finishing the last note, she asks Bar, "Would you please deliver these as quickly as possible?"

They disappear, and Lucy realizes her hands are shaking, watching flakes of burned skin fall off them, and trying not to think of whose skin it is.

She's certain she'll be scrubbing them for a long time.

hollywdcockroch.livejournal.com

One minute Carl was tapping his foot and re-reading over Mark's music.

And the next-

The next he was sitting in his seat staring stupidly at the music.

"....What the HELL is this?" He picked at the papers, rifling through them. It was good, very very good-but at the same time it was...

A musical

And he hated musicals.

Grimacing, he goes to the bar-and orders a straight bottle of Jack Daniels. Now looking for someone in particular.

redhorserider.livejournal.com

After relaxing at a small festival in Ethiopia, Red has decided she'd rather relax here.

The jeans, red silk blouse and black zip-up ankle boots she's wearing that it's a casual day.

She obtains a beer and a cheese sandwich from the bar and takes a seat at her usual table.

cywyllog

There's a fairly common scene near the observation window these days - Cywyllog and the twins. They're all sitting on the floor, as out of the way as possible. The boys are mostly ignoring the view this time, in favour of their toys. Or should it be fighting over their toys.

Hey, they can't be well behaved all the time.

Cywyllog looks very tired, and as though she may snap if she hears the word "mine" one more time. A distraction for any or all of them would be welcome, before she packs everything up and sends them to bed early.

gorlim.livejournal.com

[Millitimed to this morning]

In reply, the Bar has a

( note for Random. )

asar-suti.livejournal.com

Asar-Suti was sitting at the bar where he was having a late breakfast with coffee and pancakes that were positively drowning in chocolate sauce.

With that, he was reading a newspaper that had been lying around; he didn't really care what world it was from, or what time.

guppy_sandhu

Fire fascinates.

It glows, and flows, and flickers hypnotically.

In front of the fire Guppy watches and wonders at the thought that putting his hand in it would make the blood go away for good.

Then again, it was never there in the first place.

And then he blinks because that was a very odd thought, albeit medically correct. It wasn't even a suggestion, just one of those moments like when you walk through a shop and consider how boring it must be to be a sausage roll.

He goes back to watching the fire.

whitest_witch

Previously. . .

There's a sort of blue shimmering in the air, like transparent flames. Anyone close enough will feel that the flames are throwing off a searing cold. The flames flicker briefly into full visibilty, and then disappear, leaving no trace of their passage. No trace, that is, apart from the figure that has appeared in a crumpled heap on the floor.

please ping mun on conciseprecis before tagging - open to be tagged by all, but co-ordination is always good. . .

jedipilot.livejournal.com

Jaina sits in a booth, a glass of Whyren's pushed to the side and a dinner largely ignored. Instead, she's staring at a stuffed toy - a small, brown colored insect, with large, oversized yellow eyes, and six thin legs - held tightly in her hands. A Wuluw, very much reminiscent of the little Killiks she was responsible for (responsible for their deaths) during the war.

She makes clicking sounds in the back of her throat as she looks over the toy. It's not real - not a living breathing Killik like the nestmates Jaina was forced to leave. But seeing the Wuluw hurts. It's not something Jaina expected. Or something she knows how to deal with right now.

worst-wizzard.livejournal.com

Rincewind is a lot more calm now than when he first entered.

He's also a lot more drunk.

Currently, he's debating in his head which song to sing, the Hedgehog song, or the song about a Wizard's Staff.

Come, see, and be entertained by traditional Discworld drinking songs. Or appalled, it's all the same.

clumsy_auror

The lake door opens, and a bright-haired witch follows the January wind inside. She's been for a short walk outside -- not a long one, for it's rather chilly and she's carrying precious cargo -- but after all, certain babies hadn't yet seen the outside world.

Tonks walks over to the Bar, whispering to the small bundle tucked in the sling at her chest; she points to a few things here and there, and seems to be giving a tour, of sorts.

A mug of tea appears, and the witch carries it over to the usual table, still speaking quietly all the while. Very carefully, Tonks sets down the mug, sheds the cloak, and lowers herself into her favorite chair. Then she tucks aside the edge of the sling, and a pair of blinking eyes appear.

Anthony Tonks-Wrangle takes in the bar for the first time, and gums his mother's finger.

It's an exciting life, being a newborn.

awesome_lilly

Lilly hasn't been in the bar for a while. First she had to recover from a gunshot wound and a temple falling on her. Then her Milliways body kinda went "Okay, hi. You're dead. Please act more like it, or at least do not overexert an already highly improbable quirk in the space/time continuum." It wasn't too bad, lots of napping and soap operas and cartoons with Mel while Mike fluffed things, cooked, and made cheerfully lewd suggestions about, well, a surprising number of things.

Then her roommate got possessed by the Phoenix Force. Ah, Milliways.

She's feeling better, though, and Mel's okay for the moment, so it's time for venturing downstairs again. For one thing, there are presents to be dropped off.

( For Nymphadora Tonks-Wrangle )

( For Bernard Wrangle )

( For Sunny Baudelaire )

( For Anthony Tonks-Wrangle )

Presents given to Bar, she grabs a table and a coffee and looks around, smiling. It's good to be back.

balletrat

*Both Meg and Derry have been up a good portion of the night; this is in large part due to Derry's displeasure with the Threshold as a place of sleeping.

The noticeable difference between them, as they appear in the bar, is that this does not seem to have affected Derry's energy level at all.*

undergnd-leader.livejournal.com

[OOMs: Of the individual and the characterish variety. Upon Returning Jurgen is assumed first to have been the unwilling guest of father's goons at the palace of justice. Surprise surprise, fiction becomes fact in a rather startling and spooky moonlight chase featuring Jurgen and Brandt. Then, of course there's a meeting with Father who has some things to say to a rather wayward member of his flock.]

Current Mood: accomplished

notabricklayer.livejournal.com

"Oh thank God." McCoy has come into the bar, and he couldn't look happier about it. There is alcohol here. And no senior officers to remind him he's still on duty.

Don't talk to him about pon farr. Just don't. The good doctor does not need to spend the night in the cells.

Siezing his opportunity with both hands, he purposefully heads over to he Bar. Time for some real food that hasn't been recycled from anything, and a stiff drink.

not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com

Castle. Bar. In.

He had to come downstairs to eat something.

iustus_rex

It's that time again.

Edmund and Kitty enter from the House of Arch. As they do, they circle around the room, gathering up empties and generally giving a hand to the waitrats and servers.

When Edmund reaches the bar, she gives him a note from Lucy.

In grand bartender tradition, then, Edmund... well, not quite, but he certainly gives serious consideration to Taking a Sudden Nap in the Middle of the Bar.

Somewhat numbly, then, he crumples the note up, and walks to the specials board.

Welcome to Milliways Bar
Happy Hour

Any drink that can distract me is 1/2 off.

not-a-surgeon.livejournal.com

Bonnie flopped into a chair at a table, yawning, stretching, and then smiling as she sipped her coffee. At least she'd been able to get back to work and had started a project with the college. But there were still a few things left to do here.

As always. Time for a while off - with both arms working.

dragonofgrey.livejournal.com

First, Draco was about to sing again.

He opened his mouth to start, and then something in him went, "Bugger this for a lark."

The Music left him, and he staggered a little.

There was a lot of cursing as he stormed upstairs to change, and fix his hair into something much more proper.

--------

Much later, he came back down, and walked right over to the bar.

"Firewhiskey, lots of it, and don't stop until I'm pissed and unconscious on the floor." he ordered.

Long, long, long weeks.

moaning-pest.livejournal.com

Myrtle is a simple creature really. She has a simple life- well, afterlife really- and she enjoys simple pleasures. Like relaxing in the u-bend, or floating around the prefects bathroom invisible and watching the students take baths. It's with this second thought in mind that Myrtle winds her way gleefully through the plumbing of Hogwarts school.

When she comes out of a tap of an unfamiliar sink in an unfamiliar bathroom, she's a little thrown. Wrong turn maybe? no, couldn't be. She knows the plumbing like the back of her hand and this route is particularly familiar. Maybe the castle changed layouts again. It did that occasionally, much to Myrtles chagin.

Well. The only way to get back to her bathroom is to find out exactly where in the castle she is. She peeks her head through the door and blinks in surprise.

"Well this is new..." she says floating through the door and looking around.

[ooc: New mun for Myrtle. If you spoken to her previously, you're quite welcome to have your pups remember her, but she won't remember you.]

gone_byebye

Ray was in the Bar earlier today. Tonight he's not quite up for dinner, not just yet. Maybe later.

Right now, he's going over his qigong book, and this time he's taking notes, copious ones, in the holocomputer.

Possibly he could be distracted.

inquisitivehero

Hank sits outside the Infirmary at his usual table, tapping aweay at his rather odd looking laptop. He is working, but needed some time outside of the Infirmary. So here he is, watching the bar, drinking coffee, and working.

fathers-cleric.livejournal.com

[OOM:After This]

John Preston, thinking he'd opened the door to the garage-grimaced upon finding the bar.

His distress might be showing on his face as he stares-shocked-incredulous-almost hateful-then-
then he sighs, dropping into a booth-suddenly exhausted.

boundxkitty

Elizabeth inna booth. There's a bowl of caramel corn sitting if front of her. It's really being ignored, or at least that's what it looks like, as she has her nose in a book. Though if watched for a while, one would notice her hand dipping into the bowl.

Come poke the leopard or get her to share her caramel corn.

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

Jack's in the bar.

He's playing toss catch toss with a familiar looking crystal ball.

He'd be happy talk to you.

jackdriscoll.livejournal.com

Usually, when Jack Driscoll has smiled in the bar, it was because of Satine. Not because he was plotting.

Tonight, however, he is plotting.

You see, writers are curious and observant creatures by nature, so it is hard for someone like our Mr. Driscoll not to notice when people who've been acting strange suddenly stop their weird behavior. Evil, too, lurks in the heart of every writer, and evil schemes brew in their mind.

...but who is to say Mr. Driscoll is plotting evil? Certainly our Mr. Driscoll is not plotting evil, especially not evil for his friend! Why, he is the image of innocence and purity! Look how innocently he sits at his table, how pure his eyes and his smile. If there be a glint in his eyes, an impish quality to his smile, it is just your imagination.

Current Mood: devious

thatseemright2u.livejournal.com

Early's prowling the room. Slowly; silently. His boots are large, but the soles are well-cushioned.

He likes walking right behind people. Also, breathing.

youalleverybody.livejournal.com

Liam wanders in, carrying a guitar, and looks around for Charlie or anyone else he knows.

Feel free to introduce yourself, if you don't know him yet.

royal-guarantor.livejournal.com

Roshaun is in the bar.

At some point, he's asked the Bar for an instrument from Wellakh, something like a harp, and is sitting somewhere out of the way playing it and singing unobtrusively.

the_seafarer

It'd been a busy day in the stables for Caspian, so it is later, mayhap, than usual when he comes into the bar, brushing straw dust off his sleeves.

And the Bar gives him a note along with his tea, and he reads it, and pales.

(always winter never Christmas)

He turns around, eyes searching the room, note in hand.

kayip.livejournal.com

A while ago, Behrooz came up to the bar, and left a note for

( Note for Jack Bauer )

He gives the note a somewhat guilty glance as it disappears, and heads off to a booth.

blue_ajah

A bright silver line forms in thin air and then splits, widening into a portal. Moiraine steps through, and glides toward her usual table as the gateway snaps shut behind her.

She is carrying a leather-bound book, aged with wear and clearly marked along the spine by having been opened to the same sections over and over again.

The Aes Sedai settles into a chair with a good view of the room and opens the book once more, beginning to study with what might seem ageless patience.

creator_raven

Something small and very black drops from the rafters.

Shortly thereafter a rather tall skinny man is seated at a booth.

He has cookies.

Where did they come from?

No one knows.

Where will they go?

Three guesses, and the first two don't count.

He doesn't mind sharing, though, and he's fond of company.

highkingoberon

It's been some time. But the evening is mild, despite the snow lingering on the ground.

So the former king of faerie emerges from the deep woods. Dressed in rough leather, with one missing hand, he looks more like a woodsman than one of the fey folk.

Some amount of his power has returned to him in the aftermath of his defeat. But he has been most cautious in using it.

Glancing cautiously at the lights of Milliways, Oberon roams the lake's edge.

[OOC: Not plot locked, but please message the player at Hemogoblin1984 before tagging in.]

exspdblue.livejournal.com

[OOC: Millitimed before the music left the bar...so yes, this is WRI. Feel free to post even if your character doesn't catch...I want to have fun.]

Yes, this is the power ranger that bar patrons may know and love, but there's something strange in the neighborhood. He gets up with a group of random people all with basketballs in their hands. As the beat starts up, the balls begin to move from hand to hand aiding in the creation of a complex rhythm. Add in a dash of lyrics:
Coach said to fake right,
and break left.
Watch out for the pick,
and keep an eye on defense.
Gotta run the give and go,
and give the ball to the hole.
But don't be afraid,
to shoot outside "J"
To anyone sports savvy, it sounds like they're singing about basketball. Fancy moves are taking place throughout the entire singing, and he's nowhere near even done yet.

qsilver-md.livejournal.com

Kevin's around, with his usual strong coffee, if anyone wants him for anything. Or if they just want to say hi.

mogget_cat

*There is an Yrael at the piano, playing loud, grandiose, angry chords in some song of his own devising. The tempo of the song is slowed so that the powerful chords can sing to their full potential, and maybe because Yrael's movements are still a little strained.*

*But he's not as bad as he was last night. He's focused, and that is better.*

Current Mood: controlled

guides-the-way.livejournal.com

And at the bar, a man named Silk. Well, that's one of his names anyway. He's currently flipping a knife through his fingers, looking rather bored as it happens. And when this guy gets bored, things tend to occur - items mysteriously disappear, dice games spring up, somebody is swindled out of something valuable, that kind of thing. Someone please occupy him?

agirllost

Kim comes up to the Bar and places a sealed envelope on the surface. "Can you make sure Jack Bauer gets this?" she whispers and touches the Bar gently.

( Inside the envelope - note to Dad )

She goes back upstairs, feeling a little lighter and hoping that he understands.

deserved_it

When Eustace goes up to the bar, he gets a note.

. . . This is not good.

His eyes are sharp as he looks around the bar.

action-antihero.livejournal.com

[OOM, Millitimed to this morning: A decision is made.]

When Jack comes down to the bar he's dressed in a olive-green jacket and jeans, a bag slung over his shoulder. In his hand are a few notes:

( One addressed to Alanna and a copy for Bernard, )

( A note addressed to Jack's friends, )

( One for Chris, )

( And finally, one addressed to Kim. )

"Bar, can you give a copy of that second one to anyone who might want to know where I've gone? Thanks," he says, watching as the notes disappear. He feels a little guilty for not leaving more deatiled notes for everyone else, but after writing his notes to Kim and Chris he'd felt drained, impatient to be gone. Besides the only other person who truly needed a personal goodbye was Angela, and he'd done that in person.

He's about to turn away when two envelopes addressed to him appear on the bar, and he picks them up, recognising Kim's writing on the second envelope. He hesitates for a moment, then tucks it in his bag. He can't read it now, when his emotions are so raw. Tearing the other envelope open, he's surprised to see a note from Behrooz. He scans it quickly, taking a little comfort from it, though not much. He asks Bar for a pen and tears off the bottom of the page, scribbling a quick "thank you", before placing that on the bar as well.

Then, with his security badge and his key in his bag as talismans to bring him back, he walks toward the door and steps out, back into L.A.

dnaromantic.livejournal.com

And now, there is a tired CSI, in the bar, at a booth, in his grey windbreaker, with fresh gel on his hair.

~~His mun was busy performing and missed new canon, and is attempting to find out if the family recorded it.~~

To be specific, this CSI's name is Greg, as there are also CSIs named Sara and Gil who make the use of the term 'CSI' a little bit more nonspecific.

Except that when Greg sits down, he realizes he has sat on something.

And picks it up, looks, blinks.

"Who left Playboy here?"

un_fallen

Raguel comes in and takes a seat near the observation window. He's not scanning the bar, for once - just staring out into the end of the universe and thinking.

He's sober, but that will probably be remedied if he keeps brooding.

cardboard-tube.livejournal.com

It's a Gabe!

With a Nintendo DS, sitting by the fire and drinking some Sprite.

Mmm, Sprite.

He's a bit too absorbed in his Pokemon Ruby to scan the rafters for Spiderman (which is probably good since, hey, still no Spidey inna bar), but he probably won't bite your head off if you distract him.

Unless, like, he's in the middle of a gym battle and it's the deciding turn and you make him select "Rain Dance" instead of "Hydro Pump". He might be a bit snarky then.

[ooc: canon puncture warning as always. but, like last time, if you want to tag and don't want to canon puncture your character ... ping reinsofworld. Gabe may be convinced to not do so. :)]

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

Smeagol is sitting at a table, alternately reading The Red Badge of Courage and eating cake. Chocolate cake.

So far he likes the cake better, but that can be blamed on genetics.

mortisbelle.livejournal.com

A pale young woman, wearing simple, plain clothes, a sweater and trousers. She sits in a dark booth, sipping a steaming mug of something that scents of spices and spirits.

Those who know her, will think Serena looks remarkably well, considering what happened.

Those who know her really well, will realize that's only a facade.

Those who don't know her, probably only see a pretty young woman people-watching.

Have at.

transgenic-max.livejournal.com

There is a Max in the bar, people watching rather intently. She's looking for a few people in general, but is content for a moment to watch anyone who appears interesting. It's a decent passtime.

Feel free to bother the X5, she won't mind being interrupted.

(OOC: Still _x5_452, now renamed.)

kitchen_maid

Amy is completely oblivious to any sudden arrivals that may have upset the world of her brother and various assorted friends and acquaintances.

She's curled up quite comfortably over by the fire, her embroidery on the couch beside her, and absentmindedly watching the shadows that the flames cast on the walls.

Company, as ever, is quite welcome.

capt_angie

Witch inna bar.

You want more description than that at 11: 50 at night?

Fine! Angelina is sitting by the fire sipping from a bottle of butterbeer and nibbling some paradoxes. She looks like she could do with some company.