milliways_bar | Jan. 21st, 2006

Jan. 21st, 2006

Before going to bed, Guppy comes downstairs briefly and places two notes on the surface of the bar. As soon as they disappear, he heads back up the stairs again.

( Dr Peter Venkman )

( Dr Malcolm Crowe )

the_antiangst

(Not exactly out of Milliways: When the music cuts its losses and flees, Mark falls off a table - and his music-inspired shoes - and sprains his ankle. Angel stubborns at him until he heads to the infirmary before going back to the loft for his camera.)

aj_crawley

Crowley's there - near the fire, unsurprisingly. Damn January.

He looks much as usual, if perhaps mildly subdued.

Firelight's kind, that way.

dragonofgrey.livejournal.com

(OOM: [Millitimed after Plot With Rocks In, AND Draco's drunken stupor incident immediately following PWRI] Draco finally goes to visit Danny to see the result of the damage from his part in the Blodwen plot. No apologies, but heated words on the nature of bullying, then pointed remarks about the tower incident which leads to full-blown canon-puncturing [Tycho did puncture him slightly before, but he waved most of it off at the time], and Draco essentially getting his soul *shredded* by the person he betrayed. So one very, completely, utterly broken wizard. Ow?)

weighted-wishes.livejournal.com

The sheer potential in the bar just increased. Can you feel the itch? That shimmering scratch of glitter in the air, the prickling sense of lightning hovering? The urge to sing perhaps (though we know the rocks exhausted that), or to fall madly and scribble new plots and plans?

It's all there, if you care to look. The price may not even be too high. Care to beg days of yester-year? Decisions to do again? Mistakes to correct? Or perhaps a great quest, such as the bards tell? Treasures to hold?

Look hard my friends, look fast, catch the light before it leaves. Wish is in the bar my friends, come whisper your dreams, come share your desires, Wish listens always after all...

csi-catherine.livejournal.com

And a Catherine--free of rocks--stumbles into the bar, collapses at a table, and doesn't move for a few minutes.

Her voice is nearly gone from singing, her feet are numb from dancing. She's exhausted, dazed, and in a whirl.

And she's still wearing sparkly sequined high heels.

astral-brat.livejournal.com

Ben, after various conversations (and possible adoptions of various siblings), is wandering around the bar with another chocolate milkshake.

He is bored, and looking 'round--

--and he spots the door--

(that wasn't there yesterday!)

--and he is away, in the direction of the infirmary where his mom is at the moment, waiting for her to awake so he can go home...

Because he is no longer bound, the door shows, and this is all that matters.

withamagicword

Billy Batson is sitting near the fire, reading, and sipping from a rapidly melting ice cream shake. The book he is reading from would, to those who know such, appear both old and expensive. Billy is reading it with fascination and interest.

goodbyesandusky.livejournal.com

Clive was in the bar, over in the booth full of notebooks.

He wasn't scribbling in them this time, but reading them, brow creased just slightly. Occasionally there was a small spark against the back of his mind, but nothing that stuck, and even those were growing further and further apart, and weaker as they went.

He also had a plate of breakfast, a big plate of breakfast, eggs, bacon, toast, fruit, the works. Really, he needed it after the couple weeks he'd just been through, though he didn't remember a lot of it.

Go poke him or something, especially if you know what's been going on.

(Lunchtime now got about a half hour before I get banished to the den of internet connectionlessness, then after that I'll have a bit of time at home before going to see Sweeney Todd, so, tag away if you like.)

valehero.livejournal.com

Isaac inna bar. He seems to be determined to do this puzzle. Bar has provided him with a frustrating form of entertainment, AKA, a rubix cube.

Pop by and say hello, or come tease him about how he is ABSOLUTELY failing to find the solution.

magius-unlocked.livejournal.com

Magius sits at a table near the fire, his eyes unfocused as he stares at the flames, his own eyes shining silvery and seeming to leap in response. His heart and mind are still somewhere far away and so Magius sits, and watches and does not think.

ieatcorkscrews.livejournal.com

The Discworld diety contingent in the bar today just went up by one, Anoia stepped through the door, then blinked, then laughed, shaking her head, blonde curls bouncing against her ears.

She was wearing an apron that was made mostly of rainbow dip-dyed chiffon and speckled with sequin butterflies, someone was hoping spring was on the way.

Her hair was pinned up here and there with matching sequin butterflies, each one trailing streamers of rainbow ribbon, wound through and around her hair just because.

She bounced her way over to the bar for a plate of petit fours (which also came out in rainbow colors with little sugar-crystal butterflies on top) and a mug of cocoa, before moving to one of the booths, go talk to her, steal a cake, she'll share happily, and probably give you some drawer sticking impliment just because.

('bout ten minutes left, but couldn't resist, slowtime imminent, if that's good with you, tag away, I'll pick up when I can)

seker-pride.livejournal.com

[OOM: Up in his room, Strahan discovers that the pendant Amanda gave him at her Christmas party has acquired a magic all its own; namely that it conforms itself to whatever animal shape he takes on, such as a collar and tag.

As if it wasn't already clear the first time he tried to assume red panda-shape...]

Current Mood: unsure

ways-lust.livejournal.com

Lust is at the bar, idling away some time while sipping a glass of merlot.

She watches and listens to those around her.

imperfecthero01.livejournal.com

[OOM: Early one morning on Birch Road, Heero and Duo have a serious conversation. Along the way is a -very- surprising revelation for one Heero Yuy... ]

bohemian-mark.livejournal.com

[OOM: In which Mark is confused by his roommate.]

The front door opens, and a blackened metal can is pushed through, followed by a man hobbling on one crutch, the other sticking out of the can. He pushes the can out back, then comes back in, hobbling up the stairs, and twenty minutes later, hobbling back down with a bag-and-armful of papers.
Aguzza l'ingegno. L'idea vampi in fiamma!
Grabbing a box of matches from Bar, he goes out back, dumping a few of the papers into the trash can, and lighting a match. Standing, and leaning on one crutch, he starts to film.

Zoom in as he burns the past to the ground and feels the heat of the future's glow

Care to join in the bonfire celebration? Mark might even give you a few papers to burn. Or bring your own fuel, he won't mind.

jackdriscoll.livejournal.com

Jack.

Jack at the bar.

Jack with a beer.

Jack with a headache.

Stupid weird people in the bar.

just-a-soldier.livejournal.com

Sometime after a rather less than productive trip to the simulators, there's a tired Aeryn at a booth, drinking a tall glass of ~~whiskey~~ water. Surprising, isn't it?

namo

There is a much happier, more content looking Vala this evening.

And he is seated by the fire with a damp hound.

Reading.

Come interrupt him?

mortisbelle.livejournal.com

Medieval lady in modern clothing, people-watching.

Minimalist, yes.

hero-jack.livejournal.com

Jack. Bar. Beer. Emoface.

Have at.

mumbling-truth.livejournal.com

Todd (Poetboy)'s been upstairs with his love, and writing as usual. Which was a good thing. Since the Music would have found him a prime target indeed. Since he was busy scribbling in his notebook again. There was food by him, but it was half-forgotten. This is normal for the determined poet. Much to his fiancee's sometimes consternation.

qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com

[OOM: A Touch of the Past - Just an Evening at Home (AKA Keep Kevin away from any food preparation if you are wise)]

red-mare.livejournal.com

Behind the Bar, near the tree line, the sound of hoofbeats rings out. Some moments later Jah-lila steps out from between two of the trees, a small brown cat at her heels.

bothbutneither.livejournal.com

He's been outside, and it's cold outside. From somewhere, a long coat like the one he used to wear on Callisto appeared in the closet so he took advantage and wore it. Now, back inside, Gren cradles a cup of blue tea in his hands. He's not sitting at the bar or at a table, though; he's standing with his back against the wall and his head tilted back and his eyes are closed.

It's an experiment to see how much he can see without looking, or hear without listening, or feel without touching. In a way for him, everything is a test these days, and a search for answers. He doesn't mind if nobody else shares his quest. Gren figures that death is a pretty personal thing, different for everyone. Anyway, it's never really been his style to go out and join any club just because he's a potential member.

The memory of playing music down here lingers. He's almost tempted to go upstairs and get his sax and bring it back down. But not tonight: he thinks this evening has a different purpose. It's just that he doesn't know what it is yet.

mistressmaryquitecontrary

Mary Lennox is clutching a book, today, as she enters the bar; she makes her way over to the counter, climbs up onto a seat, and sits down to flip through it, a faint scowl of a frown on her face.

From the pictures on the pages she's opened to, it's a book about gardening. This isn't exactly unusual, for Mary - although previously she's tended to focus more on flowers than trees.

Trees, it turns out, are proportionally more difficult to grow than flowers. This is not surprising, but it's still vexing.

trustntheharper.livejournal.com

[OOM: Harper's Belated Christmas.]

not-broomboy.livejournal.com

Alas! Alack! A man named Liir, not Jack
No common feature has he, no, not one.
For fear, for joy, a most peculair boy
A fugitive, a soldier, Witch's son.

Wo-ho, whoo-we, such things that one may see
A broom that flies and cigarettes unsmoked
A stool, a beer, not much to see right here
But imagine what could happen if he spoke.

[ooc: he's feeling all...social or something; feel free to cure him of this.]

saint-veritas.livejournal.com

He desn't get many entrance posts anymore. That hardly means his mun has forgotten about him.

That said, there is a MacManus inna bar. Drinking coffee and reading a newspaper.

He's friendly enough, so don't hesitate to say hello. You may not get the chance again for a while.

ineedavicodin.livejournal.com

Here's another who doesn't get entrance posts often, but he does get them slightly more often than his headmate.

He's also grumpier than his headmate. And he's had a bad day. He's been in the bar long enough to run out of Vicodin, and Bar won't give him his pills until he eats. He'd consider walking out the door and back to New Jersey, except he door isn't where it should be.

So he's sitting in his usual chair with his dog at his feet, and a sandwich on a plate in his lap. He's eaten half of it.

He's not in a good mood. Don't let that stop you from saying hello. Some people have a calming effect on him.

wellthrownstone.livejournal.com

There is a rather grumpy looking wolf laying near the fireplace. He'd be half asleep except that every so often, he flicks to attention and stares up the stairs before settling back down.

biiigbooone.livejournal.com

It's yet another day of being trapped in the weirdest Bar in the universes, and what's a king to do? Apparantly sit morosely in a corner and drink little pink cocktails.

Oh, and wangst about how his AU grandmother apparantly did the horizontal tango with a wolf.

He didn't give those brutish creatures honor and equal standing so that they could schtup his granny.

prone-to-panic.livejournal.com

Archie's in the bar just finishing up his supper. He's still got dessert and tea to go if anyone wants to join him. You could even suggest something he's never tried before. He's from eighteenth century England, the ammount of things he hasn't tried is fairly vast.

venusadept_2

Felix, like usual, is inside. Unlike usual, he is sitting in a booth. Like usual, he is alone. Unlike usual, he has a book. Like usual, he is intent on his task (in this case reading it). Unlike usual, he is occasionally referring to a pamphlet that is also in the booth, a pamphlet filled with numbers and mathematical symbols.

All, right, I'll say it. The book is An Introduction to Physics and the pamphlet is an overview of integrals and derivatives.

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

Ace is whistling, slightly off-key and terribly jaunty (or is that cocky?) as she strolls through the front door. She makes a detour to the Bar for some samosas and cookies (best of both worlds, really) and then heads off to the couch.

Time travel is great fun, yes. But sometimes it's even better to be part of a crowd.

(ooc: Sadly, my brain is done for the night. Beg slowtime on all threads. *wanders off in search of brain*)

just-a-soldier.livejournal.com

[OOM: In Room 300 Aeryn finally says those three little words, yells some, let's the crazy out and finally says what she's been thinking all along.

Warning for random Shakespeare, angst, nonsense and Atton being a drannit >.>]

called_lioness

Tea.

There will never, ever, ever be enough tea.

Lucy has a great deal of it.

Not enough, but still.

There's more to be had.

You know what they say.

We all float here.

On the great caffeinated hot beverage river.

theravenboy

There is faint, familiar music, and then Bran Davies, face shielded by dark glasses, enters Milliways. He is looking for Will Stanton. He does not expect to see John Rowlands.

smart-sam.livejournal.com

Sam walks down the stairs from room seven, feeling much better than she has the entire time she's been here.

She sits down at the bar.
"Blue jello, please."

It materializes with spoon and she eats it slowly.

beauty-marred.livejournal.com

Malfoy Manor is quiet of late. Not that it usually wasn't, but the quiet that has permeated the mansion in the last few months has a distinctively eerie quality. One Narcissa has become accustomed to.

So perhaps it is the noise that catches her attention first, when she walks through the door, which by all rights should lead to a storage room and not an establishment she would normally not be caught dead in.

Narcissa's back straightens immediately, as much out of habit and breeding than of a sense of superiority. Although there is that, naturally, despite the uncharacteristically plain dress she wears, and the messy state of her hair.

The shock is still there, of course, and she simply stands just inside the doorway, too surprised and confused to move. A single word is all she can manage for now.

"What...?"

http://users.livejournal.com/_clearly_penny_/

Face the very picture of blank composure, Penelope Clearwater descends the stairs, crosses to the door, and turns the knob.

The door won't open.

She tries again, growing increasingly more desperate. When that fails, she whips out her wand and hisses, "Alohomora!"

Nothing.

"Oh buggering Merlin," she groans, slumping against the door, "please, how bloody long does it take?"

jaded-jedi.livejournal.com

[OOM: Jaina comes to Mara with soup, and wanting to talk. Mara gives advice in her usual bitchy sense. Rated S for snark and B for bitchy.]

transgenic-max.livejournal.com

Max is curled up in a booth, sipping coffee and flipping idly through a book. This is not unusual. The skirt and sweater she is wearing are. Everyone needs a bit of a change sometimes.

Come bother the X5. She won't bite.

buriedmybrother.livejournal.com

[OOC: From here ...]

Antigone finds herself on the floor by the fire

(Oh, cremated at last-- but how you've made me wait!)

coughing and sputtering and ready to snarl at Darien for knocking her over--

But he isn't there.

Instead, there is the normal bustle of Milliways.

She stares, incredulous. Everything's back ...

geek_diva

This... is not the library.

Not that that's a bad thing.

But it does mean that Daria's coming in with books on her back, a laptop under her arm, and homework on her mind.

So she just grabs a milkshake and some pizza from the bar and heads to a booth to work on her paper.

Company is preferred.

anythingbutblue

With her wet hair wrapped in a towel, Faye comes downstairs, drapes herself on a chair, and props her legs up on the nearest table.

The magazine she brought with her is opened and held up in front of her, but it's not really getting much of her attention. Her eyes keep wandering to the bar and the booths and the one door she can see.

whitest_witch

It might interest the various Narnians (or indeed anyone) resident in Milliways to know that the White Witch, although she eventually succumbed to the need for sleep, is now awake and approching what, for her, passes for coherent.

politestpirate.livejournal.com

And that would be a young british navy officer at a table, quickly comparing the stars in one panel of the Observation Windows to a map of them drawn on a piece of paper, before that section starts exploding. Wellard would say it is actually something quite interesting to be studying- afterall, no one has ever made a star chart of this sky before.

no-comb-shep.livejournal.com

Sheppard walks into the bar, not looking anywhere near as surprised-or scruffy as he did the last. After giving things a quick glance, he heads over to the Bar, tapping the surface. "I don't really feel like a beer, but could you get me a water and copy of some of those reports we have on the Goa'uld?" A glass and a small binder of printouts appears, and he nods as he flips open to a section and starts reading. "Thanks."

guppy_sandhu

Guppy comes into the bar from the back door and goes over to the bar. He takes a small map of the world from his pocket and puts a cross next to one of the vertical lines.

He gets a cup of coffee and sits next to the fire. He looks tired and keeps dozing off, but forces himself to wake up again each time.

Eventually he just can't keep his eyes open and flops onto the side of the chair.

not-only-wisdom.livejournal.com

Nynaeve does not fling herself into a chair, much as she'd like to.

Neither does she yank her braid in a fit of irritation.

She does not miss Lan.

Instead, she flags down a waitrat and politely--oh so very politely--asks for a pot of tea, a cup, and something for dinner.

The rat returns, and she thanks it, still gritting her teeth a little.

The food is decent, and so is the tea.

Hopefully the company will prove to at least match that. In this place, after all, anything is possible.

oh-frak-me.livejournal.com

*Starbuck is finally done with her sentence, so she walks out of the Security office and heads for the bar. She's in no particular hurry to get back to Galactica*

gone_byebye

Ray did a long shift of guard duty today. He's away from it now, though, and ready to get in some proper lightsabre practice. Only thing is, it's dark and cold out back, so he's going to have to use one of the other rooms on the ground floor.

That'll happen after dinner, which tonight isn't much more than a sandwich and some soup. Might as well keep it light.

spooky-shrink.livejournal.com

One deceased psychiatrist sits at a booth near the bar, poring over several medical texts about the psychology of beings who live in worlds with magic.

Please, don't ask him questions about it. He barely understands any of it at this point, but Bar apparently thought these texts would help him counsel his fellow bar-people. And she's probably right. But Mal's definitely in the training wheels stage for now.

And probably in desperate need of a distraction from that long passage there about the Law of Personification breaking down into sublaws of Invocation and Evocation.

Yes, a break would be good.

csi-catherine.livejournal.com

There are surprises afoot; white envelopes, addressed to the following people, are left at the bar, along with a yellow tulip bound in a white ribbon for each. The note inside reads:

( Barry Allen, Tony Almeida, Amanda Darieux, Michelle Dessler, Mel Fray, Goldilocks, Rachel Grey, Jack in the Green, Gil Grissom, Max Guevara, Magius of Krynn, Faith Lehane, Lady Macbeth, Lt. Naraht, Charlie Pace, Kitty Pryde, Greg Sanders, Guppy Sandhu, Sara Sidle, Ray Stantz, Nick Stokes, Nymphadora Tonks, Dr. Peter Venkman, and Bernard Wrangle )

the_antiangst

Angel's in the bar, over by the fireplace - he was outside for a while this afternoon, after all, despite his issues with cold. It was worth it to find out what the hell Mark was up to, though.
Anyway, now he's inside, and... not doing much of anything, actually. It's been a long couple of weeks, and now he doesn't have to worry about his best friend being off his rocker.
Time for a break.

jackdriscoll.livejournal.com

Much more relaxed than he was this afternoon, Jack is now seated at a booth, writing thoroughly in a notebook with a cup of hot chocolate by his elbow. Intent on his writing he may be, but he is not averse to stray conversation.

withrocksin

(This morning, in the infirmary: Before Mark heads back to the loft for his camera, he talks to Imp for a bit, this time without the music getting in the way.)

prettyhelen.livejournal.com

After talking with Narcissa Malfoy, Helen leaves the folloing note for Bernard.

( Read more... )

qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com

He's visible.

Thus with the being able to see him?

Feel free to come talk to him, especially as he's just sipping a Corona and dancing in his seat while he reads a magazine.

veryvorkosigan

Cordelia Vorkosigan hasn't been in the bar since Twelfth Night.

But tonight she's here. She's had a conversation with Mary Lennox, and is now sitting in an armchair by the fire with a mug of coffee and a brillberry muffin.

ladys-choice.livejournal.com

Christian has had a lot to cope with lately. He's been quite freaked out by being turned into Satine. But being faced with it in this hard way, he has finally gone through the five phases of grief. He has accepted it now. She's dead. He can't make her alive again. And she wanted him to live on. To write on. The only thing he can do now is to grant her this wish. And he's going to try. So, tonight, finally, he guides his steps down to the bar again and orders absinthe. And, miraculously, gets it.

nerdanel_the_wise

Pregnant Elf settling down by the fire with the dozing hound of a Vala.

She does not have needlepoint this time. No, this time she is embroidering a tiny blue jumper.

She would not mind meeting more people.

maxwellsdemon02

*thunk*

*whhshthunk*

Duo tosses the next throwing knife in his hand, considering the makeshift target. The thick corkboard is propped up against a tree at head and chest height. There are several circles drawn on it, all corresponding to non-lethal take downs in his mind.

*thunk*

He hasn't missed one yet, but the evening is young. And fingerless gloves won't keep you from getting numb forever. His breath turns to steam in the chill air.

*thunk*

oneheadlighthit.livejournal.com

If you're wondering where I've been, I can point you to the booth I've pretty much claimed as my own. Sitting there, eating there, reading there; you name it and I've probably done it in that booth.

Keep your mind out of the gutter, all right? I play by the rules, thanks.

That being said, I'm starting to get a little nervous. I mean, according to my count, I'm pretty sure I'm about three months ahead on my Shadow magazines and at least two on Doc Savage. I'm about on time for The Spider, but that has more to do with the writing than anything else.

Amazingly enough, I'm working on something of my own at the moment. Or to be honest, I'm tapping my pen against the pad every few minutes and not working on it.

Fricking writer's block.

sign-seeker.livejournal.com

Will is settled at a corner table with cocoa and a book.

It's one he's read before, so he's keeping part of his attention on the bar around him, and is quite willing to be distracted from it.

johnrowlands.livejournal.com

It was cold today, on Clwyd Farm. The cold comes with John Rowlands as the front door opens, and the shepherd steps through.

And immediately looks around, warily.

uncommongardenr.livejournal.com

Once again, when Dickon shows up in the he's accompanied by a squirrel in his shirt pocket. He gets a cup of tea and settles into a seat by the fire, occasionally feeding the animal bits of nut or fruit from another pocket as he glances around the bar.

dead_hooker_2

Redhead in the bar, with a glass of chardonnay and a very bright smile. (The smile, incidentally, has nothing to do with the quality of the wine, which is mediocre at best, but Trina's got dinner plans later with the vineyard owner's son.)

You may have seen her around once or twice. You may have seen quite a bit of her around, actually, if you've found any odd reading material around the bar lately.

She's always happy to meet a fan.

exspdblue.livejournal.com

[OOM: Breaking Free: In which Sky finds himself left with lingering influence of the music and during a month's stay at home, begins performing on the local level. Confidence boost and friendships abound.]

Current Music: Breaking Free - High School Musical

mogget_cat

*Yrael is at the piano again tonight, playing chords both resonant and deep. The bass notes growl menacingly, seemingly intent on some nameless prey. The melody, winding in and out of the angry chords, is mocking and cruel, finding the weaknesses of the listeners and stabbing with sharp twists and the occasional laughing glissando. The song runs its prey to ground, and enjoys the chase.*

*He is better. The music is helping. The unnervingly calm expression is still upon his face. A glass of water is on a coaster on the piano bench next to him. Not a sip has he taken. But the water is there, which means that he might drink it. Eventually.*

Current Mood: ...calm

flybywash

Fly, my monkeys, fly! Do my evil bidding!

-- is what Wash would be saying if knew anything about The Wizard or Oz. Or, in fact, had flying monkeys on hand.

Instead, he has a remote-controlled Hummer, which is turning swift figure-eights around the many table legs in the bar...and, through the miracle of modern technology and a few well-placed modifications, has a small vid recorder mounted on top.

It's almost as good.