milliways_bar | Feb. 22nd, 2006

Feb. 22nd, 2006

River is tucked into a corner booth, sitting not on the bench but on the floor beneath the table. Her back rests against the wall, her chin on her knees, the side of her head against a table leg.

She's watching the bar quietly.

anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com

Anthy's in a booth, staring into space.

As an unfortunate result, she doesn't notice Chuchu scarfing down her dinner.

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

[ooc: Bernard gets some visitors. A couple slowtimes there, but. All in all, a good time is had by all. Except Hiss.

I gobednow.]

shakenstrfaith.livejournal.com

(OOM: Mulder and Scully find their room, and get settled into their new situation and impromptu Milliways vacation, with some excitement(Mulder), and concern(Scully).)

ironside-pixie.livejournal.com

Kaye hums softly, leaning on one foot and then the other, as she scans the Bar for Roiben. He had to be around, right? After all, today was the day. Today was the big day. Kaye wasn't even sure how she'd convinced him, but she had and that was enough.

She'd even squeezed herself into something that resembled a nice ladylike dress. Even pretty hair and makeup; everything was done. Ignore the ladder in her stockings, or the fact that the mascara is slightly overstated, a girl can't sell-out completely.

[*fixes html* OOC: Locked to Roiben, apologies *bows*]

maydaybrat.livejournal.com

[oom: After having to knock Steph out to prevent her from murdering a by-standing patron and accidently breaking her leg, Mordred takes her and Natalie to the cells for repairs and lock-down before a quick talk with Mel. He also left a note for secruity.]

genius-aspires.livejournal.com

Jed comes down to the bar slowly, making use of the lift although he would rather have used the stairs. He hasn't been down much since his arrival, leaving his room only to eat and take a new book from Bar. Today though, there's something on his mind, something that's becoming rather more pressing.

It may have something to do with the slight limp or the way that when he sits down by the observation window to stare out at the end of the universe, there are times when he can hardly keep his eyes open. To most people, he probably only appears tired.

He knows he needs a doctor. He just doesn't know where one might be found. So for the meantime he just sits, occasionally glancing at the London Times and casually demolishing the crossword, clue by clue.

bitter-innocent.livejournal.com

Not too long before

From the other side of the door, might be heard, "Bear a hand there, to take in sail!"

...And a few moments later,

"Stand by there to lower the topsails and jib; brail up the spanker!"

Some time passes, again, before the door is opened, enthusiastically, to reveal a tall, slim, young man with hair the colour of a ravens wing and eyes of a similar hue. A young man, between the ages of eighteen and twenty, clad in a complete sailor's suit -- a garb, as we all know, very simple, and consisting of white trousers, a striped shirt, and a cap.

"Mercédès!" He cries brightly as he steps through.

--But the brilliant smile freezes on his face as he looks about in alarm. "Mercédès?" Not seeing his betrothed, he whirls around to face-- "Pardieu! The door..."

A sailor may do well, for long periods, out of port, but a man, beloved of a beautiful young woman, might have a harder time when kept from his sweetheart.
Someone welcome the poor, frightened and confused, ~~young man, lover, sailor~~ new arrival.

inquisitivehero

Hank sits at a booth where he can watch the Bar. His rather odd looking laptop is nearby and a large plate of breakfast sits there as well, occasionally being munched at. He is however turning most of his attention to a mug of coffee and some medical reports. Interruptions by friends of strangers are always welcome.

teyfera.livejournal.com

It is in these odd hours of both day and night that a small figure ghosts down to the Bar and gathers up a tray full of food from Bar, then just as quietly ghosts back up the stairs. If her face was to be seen, a look of stark terror would have been there, but her face is hidden, looking down, avoiding eye contact with everyone as she makes her way to and from the Bar. She appears a normal young lady in every aspect, save she moves completely silently. And then, just as silently, she is gone.

conflictedhero.livejournal.com

Bruce has been around, quite a bit, he is just one of those people it is easy to overlook, especially since he doesn't tend to make much noise most of the time. Today is no different. He sits at a table and all across it are scattered papers and magazines. The papers all have equations on them and the magazines are all science-related, and he is buried in studying and writing, his eyes bright as he continues to work on a idea.

timsbooks.livejournal.com

Tim strolls in through the back door...And stares.

This? is a SHITLOAD of new people. It's his first influx day, really, and he's completely baffled.

"Well, hello all the people. This place just keeps getting more crowded."

And he begins to wander, dressed in spandex and mask, looking for people to chat to.

amanda-darieux.livejournal.com

Amanda is flying around the bar in search of a certain witch that may have turned her into a raven. Do you happen to be that witch?

notanormalfox.livejournal.com

There's an FBI agent inna bar.

There were times back in the house at Martha's vineyard-long before Samantha had come of course (He'd always found his throw-caution to the wind attitude was tempered by his sister) where he'd charge down the stairs on Christmas Eve at midnight. A few occasions-before his mother had come down muttering, "Fox, Fox don't-" (Only she'd ever been able to get away with that) he'd opened a couple of his presents.

This was like that.
Mulder'd thrown on an excercise shirt and found (Hey-ask and ye shall recieve) a pair of running shoes. So despite the extreme temperature He was out and about jogging.

So now, after a shower there's an FBI agent in a rather rumpled workshirt with a cup of coffee after getting up his nerve to talk to one of the waitrats.

He's got a pad of paper and a pen.
Come ask him what he's writing, or talk to him-he'll probably buy you a drink and put it on his FBI expense account.

Current Mood: awake

ff-ambassador.livejournal.com

OOM: Mal and Inara have fun with nail polish.

lvpd_sidle

His things will still be there when she gets back. Sara comes downstairs with a small bag, heading for the door.

Only there is no door.

She doesn't scream, nor does she yell. Instead, she stands there at the blank wall, resting her head against it.

"Funny, Milliways. Very fucking funny."

[ooc: Slowtime for class at 11 CST.]

milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com

[OOM: Sergeant Wells considers faith.]

Sergeant Wells makes his way down the stairs, the twenty-five-pound bag in the crook of his arm. He places it on the Bar's surface. "Any chance you could get this to Mary Lennox for me?" he asks, and it vanishes. "Thanks, mate."

From there it's a simple thing to get himself some breakfast and tea and find a spot to sit. The Observation Window gets a thoughtful look, but mostly he's facing the door, as he usually does.

There's room at his table.

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

One brief meeting upstairs had guaranteed Jack's absence from the bar, because there was some licking of emotional wounds to be done.

But now he is returned, confidence a touch shaken, a little worse for the wear, but essentially himself and tucked neatly in a corner underneath a bright bamboo parasol.

It cheers him up, see.

[oom: In which Jack and Belial get a room and fail to make use of it. Carries pg-15 ish rating for failed attempt at seduction]

maydaybrat.livejournal.com

So, blonde chick went and got Mel's brother, and that leaves... the boyfriend. Cue Mordred downstairs, writing a ( quick note )

"Bar, could you please give this to Mike? Thank you, sweetheart."

His civic duty done, Mordred fades from view.

gotham-knocking.livejournal.com

"Question: How much is on the streets? Question: What does it do to the economy? Better ask the Business desk about that." Alexander Knox is so engaged with getting thoughts recorded that he enters the Bar without noticing where he is for a minute.

"Huh. Not the newsroom. This is getting more and more random. Look into why?" He shrugs and turns off the tape recorder. And heads to get a beer.

[ooc: slowtime likely.]

jack_f_twist

It isn't exactly the one he'd been trying to get to, but hell, a bar's a bar, isn't it?

A last drag off his cigarette before stubbing it out on the worn-down sole of his boot, a look around, a long low whistle at the window on one wall, and Jack's forehead wrinkles. Pushing the brim of his beat-up old Resistol back, he rubs a thumbnail over his forehead, takes the hat off, beats some dust off it, looking around curiously. Goodlooking, around twenty four, twenty-five years old, wearing worn-in, faded but clean shirt and jeans, he settles the hat back on his head, takes out a pack of cigarettes and lights himself another, taking a long drag off it.

"Well, shit. That's just odd."

gravity_shifter

After leading Billy to the cells to visit someone, that someone asked Sikozu to leave a note for Guppy at the bar. So Sikozu does just that.

Once the note is gone, she orders a chocolate milkshake and then waits patiently just outside the Security office door, waiting for Billy to be finished.

dragonmenacier.livejournal.com

A tall, blond man wanders into the main bar room, and looks around with curiosity before heading over to the bar to order breakfast.

elvish-hunter.livejournal.com

The Hunter is restless being indoors, cooped up with so many other beings. It makes her skin crawl. She needs freedom, fresh air, trees.

Of course, then, she is outside, having found the target range. No need to practice her bow and arrow. For the moment, she is taking advantage to brush up on her knife throwing skills.

The trees can wait. As long as they're in sight, she is comforted.

myladyrhiannon.livejournal.com

Rhiannon.

In the bar, drinking wine.

Wearing obscenely formal clothing.

Rubbing the back of her neck from time to time.

Availible for socialisation.

[Slowtime after 12:30pm, say thank you.]

Current Mood: somber
Current Music: "Johnny Panic and the Bible of Dreams" - Tears for Fears

shakenstrfaith.livejournal.com

Scully had done some early morning observations. This place seemed rather well-equipped. She noticed the infirmary(very state of the art in fact, and made a mental note to talk to someone about that place), the greenhouse, and the stables out back. Of course, her mind was carefully instructing her on how there CANNOT be an outdoor area to a bar in space. She chose to move that aside for the time being since her observations were not matching up with the facts she knew.

So as it was, she was now in the bar, observing, and going over her own notes on the establishment.

once_a_queen

Yesterday, Susan left a basket filled with ginger snaps at the bar with a note for Mendanbar. It reads:

Dear Mendanbar,

Here are the ginger snaps, just as I promised. I hope the bar keeps them fresh until you can retrieve them.

Yours,
Susan

The basket is covered with a monogrammed handkerchief - the kind of thing a gentleman would return to a lady.

watcher-g-man.livejournal.com

Giles was out back at the stables. It wasn't quite as cold as it's been. He debated on heading out riding.
He took a glance at the roster, and wondered who he needed to speak with about permission for one of the horses.

twostandingby

[OOM: millitimed to the evening of the 16th, Tycho checks out his room.]

When Tycho comes down the stairs this morning, his normal table is occupied, so he figures it's high time to start exploring the surrounding area. He ducks out the door and makes his way down to the lake. He listens to his footsteps crunch and watches his breath float away on the biting wind, and the sun dart in and out of the clouds. He wishes that he'd thought to ask Bar for a warmer jacket, but it's a little late for that now; he just jams his hands into his pockets against the cold and keeps walking.

Noting the few structures dotting the landscape and the abundance of trees, he crouches comfortably at the lake shore, picking up small chunks of ice and idly skimming them across the frozen lake to see how far they will slide. He's not very good at it.

Come tell the pilot he should keep his day job.

jawaswag.livejournal.com

Gavin's sitting at a booth with a lomin ale and a datapad.

He's been wary of entrance posts lately. After all, you never know who may be lurking around, out to kiss you and steal your lomin ale. But yet, here sits the pilot today, enjoying a cup of caf while people watching. And ignoring the comic on his datapad.

namo

Unaware of the influx of new patrons, the Vala is seated near the Observation Window, a place he has not sat for some time. He has a smile on his face (for what a smile from this one counts for), his posture is actually relaxed, and he has tea, not Atlantean. Námo has a large book open in front of him, the great paintings of an Earth's artists casually perused.

Come chat with the unusually, uncharacteristically content god?

diamndcourtesan.livejournal.com

OOM? OOC? Right. Satine's awake. If you'd like to visit her, tag the post. I'm going to be out until about 6 PM Central time, but I will respond to everybody who comes in! Slowtimes are love, so yeah. It's all good.

faithful-slayer.livejournal.com

Slayer inna bar, at a table, with coffee and headphones, wearing That Little Leather Outfit again.

Feel free to come chat. Or just stare.

last-king.livejournal.com

[OOM: At the edge of the forest, Tirian goes for a walk.

And encounters someone.]

notsoyoung.livejournal.com

[OOC: Locked to Nicholas de Brabant and Richard Mayhew, if'n they're up for playing, mainly because mun has a flight to catch in 5 hours or so. Sorry!]

David has been busy.

Ahahahaha, no he's really not. He's been editing what he's got written of Richard's story so far. Which explains the pages upon pages of paper he brings into the bar with him as he makes his way to a booth to work them all into some semblance of order.

Current Mood: busy

jackdriscoll.livejournal.com

One heartbroken, pissed off, moody writer by the fireplace, at your disposal. He's not bothering to read; he knows he won't focus on it. At his elbow sits a steaming cup of hot chocolate, and at his foot, a sleeping cat. Pinot had to be the serene creature in this setting, to contrast the quiet seething of Jack.

shufti

Entering the bar for the third time is not such a surprise. Shufti slips quietly through the door, then goes to kneel by the fire to get warm. Filthy and obviously malnourished, two big blue eyes look around the bar, still taking in these strange surroundings.

guppy_sandhu

Tea. Check.

Cat. Check.

Big pile of paperwork. Check.

Sign. Check.

The doctor is in

Have at.

[ooc: Mun has to go for an hour at 11.30 for a tutorial]

shang-dragon.livejournal.com

[OOM: Liam stops by the office. He's had an interesting day. A couple of those threads are slowtimed.]

ff-ambassador.livejournal.com

OOM: Inara gets her first client post-not!wedding and Mal pouts.

sistersxkeeper.livejournal.com

Skipping down the stairs came one Anna Fitzgerald. She'd slept very well, and was still terribly confused as to why she looked three years older, sounded three years older and generally felt the same she did when she was thirteen.

Then again, Campbell did say she had always seemed older.

Another confusing thought was that she was hungry...'cause when you're dead...you really shouldn't need food. But Anna liked needing food.

That's why she was sitting at the bar, eating a hamburger and drinking a coke. Come and chat!

deserved_it

It's chilly outside, and when Scrubb comes in from the stables, he makes a beeline for the Bar and a cup of tea.

pineappl-chunks.livejournal.com

There's a Kris in the bar. S'been a while since she'd dropped by. She needs some space from the things that are happening back on the Dwarf, which is nothing more than Cat is ill, and an ill Cat is a very demanding creature. So here she is, with a phone and a sonic screwdriver trying to figure out what half the settings actually do as Dave couldn't explain it. All Kris knows about it is that it was used to fix Kryten when they found him, she hadn't actually seen it from that point until a day or so ago. The phone, well they're not sure if it'll work but her Dave insisted she took it. Sat at the bar sipping at cup of coffee with a cafetier next to her and occasionally picking at a sandwich while playing with the screwdriver.

dragon_twin

Melehan should know better than to try and tell stories. That's his job, and he'd tell a heck of a lot better ones than about some tavern full of weird people.

No one would ever believe that. Still, Melehan is his brother, so he'll humour him. For a few minutes. Then it's back to teasing.

So Melehan opens the door and Melou walks through. Humouring, of course.

And stares.

...why is Melehan always right?

not_that_spike

( Room 8: physics dictates that all actions have consequences )

prince-luna.livejournal.com

There's a Ventrue Prince in the bar. Except he's not exactly in human/vampire form. Instead, he's lying next to the fire curled up in wolf form. He is, however, watching the patrons of the bar. Now that he's quickly adapted to it and has a room which oddly enough had a rose on the door. Why in the world his room had a rose on the door was a bit beyond him but he wasn't complaining. He'll have to shift human again soon so that he can feed. On blood not food. Although food might be good too.

Bother the vampire in wolf form if you wish. He won't mind the company.

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

There is very little to do when one is moping.

And Jack has settled in for a less than elegant mope. Under a table, even.

If it's your table, do shake the frostling from his sulk. Such self-indulgence is plain silly, for an season of his age.

http://users.livejournal.com/_chappy_/

Sitting in a chair, reading, is Ryan. The cigarette in his right hand explains why he isn't doing the same thing in his flat.

The book is his wife's copy of Sun Tzu's The Art of War. He's read the book more times than he can count so instead of reading it through again, he's just flipping around for his favorite parts.

Distract at will!

damn-sunflowers.livejournal.com

"Oh, my achin' frickin' head." Mugen drags himself up from where he passed out, puffy purple bags under his eyes, the texture of the floor imprinted into the side of his face. He has a headache the size of Ryuukyuu and his mouth feels like it's been stuffed with dead leaves for a couple years.

Odds are that a 19-year-old largely illiterate ex-convict swordsman with no restraint at all from another time and place and a bar where he can run a tab even when he has no money aren't a very smart match. It won't take him long to put that theory to the test: he rubs his eyes, runs a hand through his hair, stands, scratches his ass, and blinks. Damn broads. It's a fleeting thing; he tends not to dwell in the realm of thoughts. That's much more a Jin thing.

Mugen's action. With a hung-over and unsteady gait, he makes his way to the bar but doesn't see anyone behind it. "Shit." He slumps over onto it, head in hands. "Sake? Tea? Anything?" His voice is about as hopeless as it ever gets, until a pot of green tea appears. Immediately, his eyes narrow: it smells like magic, and he's never had no damn cause to believe in magic.

"And I ain't about to start now," he says to no one, pouring himself a cup of tea. He doesn't give a rat's ass that he can't pay for it: that's never stopped him from eating before.

No matter what Jin -- the ronin who thinks he's some damn man of honor -- tries to tell him.

col-cardboard.livejournal.com

Hmmm, someone hasn't had an entrance post in a while. That should be fixed.

Enter one scarred, married, human-but-still-Chiss commander from upstairs with a datapad, intent on finding dinner.

Looks like shrimp is the order of the night. And on the datapad? A new program for the sims. Just because he's working is no reason not to interrupt, though. Jagged Fel is very rarely social, but wouldn't mind a little company.

venusadept_2

Felix comes in through the Door, which shimmers as it did last time. Beyond it can be seen the sea beyond the deck of a ship.

He's really very cheerful. Having completed a quest will do that to a guy.

blue_ajah

[OOM: As she moves between worlds, Moiraine finds that some things are changing.]

jedipilot.livejournal.com

Sometimes it really is more comfortable to wear some of that strange Earth clothing than her normal tunic and pants. So, Jaina's dressed in a pair of blue jeans she bought on a trip to Earth and an over-sized t-shirt (well, over-sized on her anyway) reading "I ♥ My Jedi" that she swiped from Jag's drawer earlier this morning.

Okay, so maybe this doesn't beat the comfortableness of a jumpsuit, but it sure as the Corellian nine hells comes close.

So. Jaina. At a booth with a chocolate milkshake and half a nerf burger and some topatoes -- dinner for tonight. She's still flipping through her book on Earth dances. They're more interesting than just sitting there, at any rate.

no-prisoner.livejournal.com

Lot of new people around this week. New people have to learn the ways of the bar somehow.

Welcome to Milliways Happy Hour

Specials

Urban Violence
Monkey Business
Naked Twister

"Good evening, folks, and welcome to Milliways Bar. It's your friendly neighborhood bartender on duty, Eddie Dean. Whether you're a new patron or an old friend, you can stop by, say hi, and get your liquid refreshments right over here. We've got some specials, as always, but also as always, the Bar's got whatever you need. And I do mean whatever."

shaped-jeedai.livejournal.com

So there's this Jedi, right? She's heard about all the cursing going around, with this mistghost thing, and seen all the people that've been locked up for it so far.

And to her mind, if you want to solve a problem, you have to go to the source. And the source of ghosts? Why the Force, of course. So she's spent the day in meditation, trying to see if she can feel this mistthingy around. Except this plan isn't as effective as she thought, 'cause she hasn't found a thing.

Anyway, she's taking a break. With a strawberry milkshake! Mmmmm.

[ooc: pup is not involved with Desh-plot beyond being on Security... this is just an IC reaction to craziness. and totally open to tagging from anyone.]

notanormalfox.livejournal.com

There's another FBI Agent inna bar.

Today he's been kissed by a female, gone for a rather nice run, and met a fellow who knew real live werewolves. He couldn't be happier.

Mulder's mind has never lacked for ways to occupy himself so here he is with a rather large tome that bar recommended flipping through the pages.

He also has a pair of ancient headphones (think pimpin' 1980's style) and he is apparently engrossed in whatever he's listening to.

Moments into whatever he's listening to Mulder leaps up-flinging the book almost across the room, "YES! YES YES YES!"

He seems completely oblivious to the idiocy of his current behavior.

Current Mood: cheerful

http://users.livejournal.com/_queue_/

In the beginning, there was the Word. The Word was a Letter. The Word was Q.
"Truman ..."

mollyprewett.livejournal.com

Molly had been looking for an empty classroom when the door she chose led her into Milliways.

"Oh, dear Merlin, no!"

You see, she's just been hexed, and any man who speaks to her is gonna get kissed whether either of them like it or not.

Just to be on the safe side, she slides into one of the darker booths and prays that the hex will wear off on its own, or a witch from her world will come along and perform the counter-hex on her.

Care to take your chances?

Warning: The Tim Hunter thread has become unexpectedly...graphic. Is now rated M (for smut), and should be read at your own discretion.

ways-lust.livejournal.com

Lust walks back into the bar. She's spent a couple of days cleaning her dress from the concentrated alcohols her system refused to deal with and a couple of days dealing with the ones her body chose to accept.

She is almost, but not quite, crabby.

lt-naraht.livejournal.com

All things have their price.

Naraht is paying one right now. Yesterday, he started eating graphite mid-morning. He kept it up until late that night. The result? One very hungover Horta just entered the bar.

He slowly makes his way toward the Bar, wincing at every vibration. The vapor he gives off has a decidedly sulfuric tang to it.

"Bar..." he begins to say, but cuts off as a large bowl of volcanic sand, several large quartz crystals and three glass balls filled with what appears to be mercury appear. "Thank you," he says as he downs one of the mercury balls and slowly begins to eat the sand.

Come and poke...but if you don't keep your voice down, it might get ugly.

grovecj.livejournal.com

[[ New Partners in Crime? ]]

Millitimed In Extremis

blue_ajah

[From here.]

A shining silver beam slices through the air near the front door, immediately splitting apart and widening into a gateway. Moiraine steps through, surrounded by a golden aura.

The portal closes behind her and the glowing light around the Aes Sedai fades as she releases saidar and glides across the room toward the bar.

ncdcas-cable.livejournal.com

Cable sits in a booth, watching the Bar, his left eye glowing faintly. He is still feeling a bit new to all of this, but he managed to find a room, and get something like sleep., and he managed to convince Bar to produce his kind of coffee, which no one had ever done before. He is, almost, content. Almost.

alwaysroomforhope

[OOM: Steph is indeed in the cells, and finally awake. She's looking a little battered at this stage - she hasn't had a chance to wash Ed's blood off her face yet, there are lots of bruises, and her left leg is in a splint. And she's cranky. Also, still cursed, should you be a Lysaer lookalike. Visitors would be very welcome, as long as they're prepared for a little grumpiness. Just a little. Y'know. Post is here, with many thanks to Debi.]

prone-to-panic.livejournal.com

Enter another Security member. One that perhaps is not quite as sane as he appears, and he does appear fairly sane for the time being. And if you aren't a tall creepy sorcerer, he'll probably remain so. Though there is a small, but growing, portion of his mind that is seething. Seething.

alas_alas

[OOM: Echo reads some things that worry her.]

No wreath. No blanket. No socks. No pens. No pad.

Just Echo in a booth, head resting on an outstretched arm while the other arm sits on her lap, slightly curled around her stomach.

She stares into space, not even moving the strand of hair that falls in her face.

bohemian-mark.livejournal.com

"Maureen! Put that down! You're going to break it!" As the door opens, a young, blonde, teenage boy in a suit, yamulke, thick glasses, and a black-and-white scarf comes through, his tone slightly reminiscent of another blonde boy who perfected the art of whine." As he steps through the door, he pauses, staring at the scene around him, gaping. "Who put a bar in the synagogue? And why the heck don't I have my camera for this! I am going to -get- her."

explorertruman.livejournal.com

Truman had done some exploring around the place. Checked out the woods and lake out back. Really cold here compared with Seahaven. Snow was rare where he came from. Too warm a climate. (Also too pricey and time consuming for the budget, but he was unaware of that part)
He was back in the bar, sitting at a table with some dinner, and generally seemed content. New and real places are great.
He just hoped to avoid creepy and vaguely familiar people.

emrys-lost.livejournal.com

Teenage boy inna bar!

Merlin's looking much better now, thank you very much. He's always been a fast healer.

He's sitting in a booth, sipping at a mug of hot chocolate, swinging his legs idly and staring off into space. Feel free to distract him.

dragonofgrey.livejournal.com

Not quite as sullen wizard in the bar with Martin on his shoulder.
Flying outside on his broom, and he also tried out that game the Ranger showed him again.
Almost like playing Quidditch again.
Currently was reading his Advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts book again, and had some dinner by him.
He was dressed in wizard robes, and sitting in a booth, still with a good view of the bar, including the way toward the Security Office.

shang-dragon.livejournal.com

[OOM: Liam has posted a quick note in the office on his way out.]

shakenstrfaith.livejournal.com

Scully was looking over her notes thoughtfully, her pen tapping against the pad. She had added some information based on her current findings. They didn't add up though. In fact a lot here didn't add up. It was really troubling. There had to be an answer here, something. But she kept finding more and more questions instead. Her dinner seemed almost untouched while she sat at the table pondering.

and-far-away.livejournal.com

Sharpe strides out of the security office, pinning his newly-acquired badge onto his shirt, and heads for the Bar.

stbethadettes

At a table by the fire, Beth has a date with the biggest chocolate milkshake she's ever seen.

They're getting along swimmingly. She's got no doubt in her mind she can finish it all.

youalleverybody.livejournal.com

Liam comes in, smiling, and heads over to get a drink.

boundxkitty

[OOM: Elizabeth gets home from Milliways]

dead_hooker_2

Trina was expecting her dressing room when she opened the door, and she's not entirely pleased to not find it.

On the other hand, the booze is better here.

And so Trina looks perfectly happy to be here, perched on a barstool, drinking a very pink drink.

It matches the very pink shoe she's letting dangle off her left foot.

perfectblue.livejournal.com

The door opens, and for a moment -- just a moment, the blink of an eye, really -- there is someone who looks very much like Winnifred Burkle standing inside Milliways. She is wearing, if such things matter, a subdued dress in some dark color or other.

But that is all one will see of her before the moment passes, and it becomes clear as the blue returns to her features and the clothes change back to her usual red armor that this is, in fact, Illyria.

She looks rather subdued. Not angry. Not half-dead or half-mad with rage, like some of the other times she has returned from her own world. But not pleased.

She does not feel like being here just now. Was not quite expecting to be, perhaps, but does not seem particularly compelled to be elsewhere, as she takes a seat in a corner booth and eyes the crowd with a particular sort of unsettling gaze.

She won't tell you where she's been, or what's bothering her, if anything is. ~~Because it's a secret.~~ Because it is none of your business.

She will, however, likely talk to you if you are so inclined.

by-matchlight.livejournal.com

There is a burst of cold air through the front door as a little blonde girl stumbles through, arms outstretched. She hits the floor sending a bundle of burnt out matches skittering across the floor.
She looks up, eyes wide.
"Bedste?"
"Grandma?"
She had just seen Grandmother, right there. She was just reaching out to take her hand...did she accidentally wander into a tavern? She doesn't remember walking into one...
Her voice raises a little, shaky and uncertain.
"Der hvor er du, bedstemoder?"
"Where are you, grandmother?"

[OOC: Go easy on the mun, her brain is fragile tonight. But she's here for a change!]

shufti

Curled up on one of the sofas a young soldier is cleaning boots.

For the first time in months, life doesn't have to revolve around hunger.

Two big blue eyes watch the bar.

not-only-wisdom.livejournal.com

Today is not a day for stomping, it seems. Nynaeve merely walks down the stairs, tossing her braid over her shoulder as she enters the main bar.

She heads for a booth, ordering a pot of tea from a passing waitrat just before she reaches it. Then she makes herself comfortable, one hand occasionally worrying at either the bracelet-and-rings angreal or her Great Serpent ring.

There is a faint frown-line between her brows, and it doesn't look like it's going anywhere.

gabriel_tam

Three days remain before there is no turning back-- not that he would even consider it. He's made his decision.

If asked, Gabriel Tam would deny any nervousness; however, he has taken to studying certain issues as much as he can, over and over again, preparing for the inevitable series of questions.

This time when he walks through his office door and into the bar, he's almost resigned to it.

spooky-crimes.livejournal.com

Noah is sitting at a table Alone with out a drink realizing he is not sure if the bar can take money and he hates having a debt.. he could use a Friend.. or some one to talk to to take his mind of everything

[OOC: Noah can read minds let me know soon if you don’t want him to know what your thinking.. and how much he could know about you]

Current Mood: confused

no-devo-quotes.livejournal.com

[Oh-my-God Millitimed to February 22: D visits Sonia in prison. Eight tons of angst and stubbornness, but then at the last minute hot cocoa fixes everything with magical cocoa-y goodness.]

latino_menace

Ramon is bored. This probably explains why he's lounging on a sofa, flicking scotch-soaked paper pellets at the fire.

On one hand he's glad that things are quiet, on the other, he's itching to do something. Needless to say, conversation is welcome.

sidhe-essus.livejournal.com

There's a sidhe prince in the bar, watching the steady tide of patrons from a secluded booth. He's given up trying to appear mortal - it seems a waste of effort, with all the strange beings here.

And besides, so many of them seem able to pierce the glamour anyway.

river_meimei

River is settled on the floor next to the fire, legs tucked tidily beneath the spreading layers of her floral skirt. She's drawing with bright colored pencils on a sheet of beige paper, head propped against one hand.

safetyoverstyle.livejournal.com

Wonder Girl II's out hovering above the lake, watching the sunrise peacefully. There's very little that's better than being this peaceful. Except for hot mocha, of course, and she's got a mug of that in her hand as well.

One happy pup.

milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com

Wells didn't get outside for football today, damn the luck. Breakfast turned into conversation, lunch all but vanished by the wayside, and when suppertime came it was already too bloody dark unless he wanted to light the pitch with torches. Ah, well.

He's got tea, at least, and a seat by the fire, where he's out of the general way. Might do for a bit of conversation, though, for those who're incliend to seek such from men in that much Army olive.

righthandwoman.livejournal.com

Zoe's settled near the fire, one hand resting on her belly while the other cradles a cup of tea.

She's looking slightly out of sorts. This hasn't been a fun week, pregnancy-wise. Nothing so terrible in and of itself, but all in all, the whole thing is losing its charm. And there are still several months to go.

talented-biter.livejournal.com

Sunny.

In bar.

With Someone watching her. Possibly Hiss, if he got sick of Bernard.

What? Do you want to fuck with the demon bunny?

Didn't think so.

There is a table fort. It's a Very Good table fort. Sunny has made the walls strong.

Fear it. And the glitterslinger who is scowling out at the bar from inside.

JUST IN CASE Ber'd changes his mind, she is making BWILLIANT ESCAPE PLANS for him.

One may possibly involve disguising him as Hiss.

IS BWILLIANT.

gonna_live

Kaylee's drowsing on the couch, cup of tea sitting on the floor, abandoned and forlorn.

All things must pass.

Including bounty hunters who try to do bad things to you and yours.

Ding-dong, the bastard's dead, and Kaylee's sleeping well.