milliways_bar | Mar. 6th, 2006

Mar. 6th, 2006

gaelic-fae-girl.livejournal.com

[OOM: (Millitimed to Feb. 28th-Mar. 1 night.) Molly and Hellspawn spend the night together. Rated S for Smut, and Sarcasm, and C for Confessionals]

There was a quiet and thoughtful Molly in the bar with a smile on her face as she sketched. She had some tea and biscuits by her as well.

lucky-domino.livejournal.com

Sometimes, you just can't fit in, no matter what you do. Doesn't mean you don't try. Here, she figures she comes closer to blending into the crowd than she would in most places.

So, Domino's got a corner booth, and a glass of something sweet and fizzy to sip at, and she's watching the room with a wary gaze that almost manages to not look wary.

Care to disturb her?

burning-evil.livejournal.com

He recieved a letter earlier. Best not to ask where he was when he got it. And it would have been burnt, as normal, but for a remark scribbled on the back.

And so, an invisible force appears by the bar. There's a small box left on the surface and an envelope lodged underneath.

( Jack of the Frost )

And that done, the unseen force is gone.

gone_byebye

[OOM: So, how does it feel to be famous, Jedi Stantz?]

goodbyesandusky.livejournal.com

There was a gothboy in the bar, curled up in front of the fire, leaning back against the couch. He had a mug of cinnamon chai balanced on his knees, and a handmade quilt wrapped around his shoulders.

It was quite likely that he realized it was too damn early. But as far as he was concerned it was just very very late. He hadn't gone to sleep yet, still having trouble with that. Honestly it was quite likely that he'd crash right where he was at any given moment.

namo

[OOM: After this, Námo takes Glorfindel to Nerdanel, where the Elda is cared for by his cousin. Minor warnings for violence in the first thread.]

amanda-darieux.livejournal.com

This immortal has been scarce as of late. Nothing against Milliways but she has been busy but now she is happy to find herself back in the bar. So now she is resting with a cup of tea by the fire resting her eyes. She may be in danger of falling asleep, please save her.

elrond-healer.livejournal.com

Elrond is settled at the couch near the fire, a book in one hand and a small bag of herbs in the other. His concentration on reading seems total, but his senses are still quite alert. As usual in this place, his sword is strapped at his hip and Vilya is on his hand.

go-between.livejournal.com

They'd brought the boys out to play in the last of the winter snow, both in snowsuits and boots, but with Andrei's gloves left off so that he squeals with delight at every icy handful. Joshua's enjoyed pushing it around and making shapes, but doesn't look like he'll tolerate this cold wet stuff much longer.

Gary and Richard are on a bench nearby looking through two identical sets of files.

notanormalfox.livejournal.com

The Truth is out there!

Well yes, but for the moment there's an FBI agent out there-in the main bar who looks like he mighta slept.

Sitting at the bar enjoying the idyllic scene. A man with coffee and a bagel.

"I don't suppose you'd have the newspaper bar?" he paused, "For-daily news? preferably in English?"

Bar's thought processes are interesting to watch-but hey it's Mulder..

A newspaper materialized, the headline in biiiig letters reading DEWEY DEFEATS TRUMAN.

"....great." Mulder grinned weakly, "Thaaanks."

lvpd_sidle

One year ago, a nearing-burnout CSI found herself in Milliways when she'd really been expecting the supply closet.

Sara has found love, friends, and family during her time at Milliways. And by the same token, she's lost love, grieved for and with her friends, and has seen her family splintered by tragedy.

She is unaware of the date and has taken her coffee to a seat near the observation windows. Bother at will.

[ooc: As always, slowtime for class to be expected.]

doc-venkman.livejournal.com

Things haven't been that quiet in Venkman's New York either. But only because it was now October there, and that meant ghosts getting twitchier than usual.

The door whumped open, and there was a snarling ghostbuster shouting, "Dammit! Who does a guy have to kill to get a vacation around here??" He was also covered in ectoplasm, and yeah, the PKE was flaring around him again. He stalked in, and headed upstairs to get cleaned up.

Moments later, he came back down, and flopped bonelessly at his usual table. There was already a waitrat coming around with coffee. He grabbed the mug, and took a big gulp of it. He then placed the mug on the table, and tried to relax.

Current Mood: annoyed and weary

inquisitivehero

[OOM: To All Things, An Ending...: Hank wakes up, fights against the House of M and survives the end of it, only to have to deal with the aftermath.]

inquisitivehero

[OOM: Trying to Find a Way Back Home...: Amidst the chaotic aftermath of Decimation, Hank searches for a way home, even as he lives with the madness, until he finds a way back home at last.]

The Door slams open and a familiar, and recently absent, blue furry beast-doctor figure bursts in...

...into Hope, and lights and Bar-smell, and there he falls to his knees and cries. After days of hurting and fearing and not knowing what to do, he cries and then he races for his room, for their room, up the stairs, and is gone.

(ooc: feel free to post reaction tags, but he is fairly unstoppable on his way to find his wife.)

mark-of-samael.livejournal.com

There's the usual Darkened Corners popular in any bar setting. And there's the place where the shadow and the light meet, the fuzzy borderline of neither-nor.

A girl steps out from that borderline- early teens, though the shadows haunting her face give it age. She's in what might be a school uniform; it's not something most young teens would voluntarily wear, at any rate.

Her gaze sweeps across the doors, then hits a spot in the middle of the floor. With a frown, she inches toward the wall, still watching that spot warily.

[OOP: Not plotlocked (for once), but please read the warnings in her userinfo before tagging!]

Current Mood: anxious

namo

He had woken up in a booth. Alone. So he assumed at some point, Jason had woken and slipped away.

Now there is a seriously hung-over Vala, hands resting in his pounding head, who would really like to forget the events of the previous night. And he did not want to run into Nerdanel. That... that would be bad.

So he orders a large glass of water and a cup of hot tea and tries to make the pain recede.

missginnytonic.livejournal.com

Ginny sits at a table. reading a book looking out for some one she knows

Current Mood: okay

moroccofor1year.livejournal.com

*with iPod in hand, Penny bops into the bar. She giggles and wanders over to the bar. *

Honey, do you think I could get a glass of coke please?

*She asks the bar and recieves one glass of coke

She looks around for someone to talk to.*

prydeful

[OOM: All good things...]

gone_byebye

The front door flies open. There's a brief glimpse of a New York alleyway, and the sound of quite a few people, but that doesn't last long. This is because Ray fairly leaps through the door and slams it shut behind him.

"Is there an early twenty-first century United States of America lawyer in the house?" he asks. Whether or not he gets an answer in the affirmative, a few moments later he makes for the Bar and orders a big honkin' bowl of oatmeal with apple bits in.

ncdcas-cable.livejournal.com

[OOM: Return to Innocence, part one: In which the last edge of the House of M reality effect hits Cable and he gets to re-go through the after effects of the event. Bonus! His sister gets to deal with those after effects too, for both good and sad feelings. Millitimed to this morning. Warnings for Cuteness.]

goodbyesandusky.livejournal.com

Since none of my pups have been in in a while, and most of them have been yelling at me all weekend, here we go:

There was one gothboy on the floor in front of the fire, curled up under a handmade quilt and finally sleeping, though, perhaps someone should remind him that he's got a room and an actual bed, both of which are probably more comfortable than the floor.

There was also a gothboy in training, wandering here and there with his trusty not-exactly-clockwork dragon tottering along behind tugging a wagon full of dishes, the three of them, boy, dragon and wagon all on their way back to the kitchen. Totally easy to interrupt them though, they're both easily distracted.

And in that booth, the one over there, yep, that's the one, there was a pair of albino rastafarian twins working on another jigsaw puzzle, this one three dimensional, it was, they were fairly sure, the chateau. This amused them to no end, really, it did.

Also, at the bar itself, there was a superhero, working her way through a late lunch and a crossword puzzle, feet swinging, humming softly to herself now and again. Someone tell her the word she's looking for is 'hysterical'?

iambetadraconis

There's a Rabastan sitting in the bar, reading a book on the Dark Arts.

Or, he's staring at the pages. He's not really reading anything.

'Cause, he knows this stuff already.

He just needs something to occupy his mind with.

That is, until someone comes along and makes an offer better than reading some mouldy old book about things he already knows...

Are you the one to make the offer?

Current Mood: bored

jeanluc-1701.livejournal.com

Here is a Picard.

He has tea.

He does not have a content-rich presence post.

Has he co-conversers?

venusadept_2

Felix enters, gets a Something Dark, and goes to a table near the middle of the room.

Just an ordinary day.

guppy_sandhu

There is a doctor in the bar, settled near the infirmary with a large pile of paperwork and a cup of tea.
Underneath the table is a black cat, sleeping on his foot.

The doctor is in but his mun has gone to bed.

shufti

By the fire is a young, obviously pregnant, girl knitting from a ball of knotted wool ends.
The tiny little jumper is getting bigger. She's almost ready to start the sleeves.

namo

Since it has been decided these two must be around...

Námo and Nerdanel are on a sofa together.

Their eyes are on the door.

Worried eyes.

Haunted eyes.

oldromansaint.livejournal.com

And there was a Santino in the bar. You might have missed him coming in, in which case you were totally missing out, man. It was awesome.

A table, a glass of water and more than one empty seat for those who wish to join.

street-sparrow.livejournal.com

Gavroche is out in the stables, looking after the horses.

Besides that, though, he's talking aloud to Alain and Susan, even knowing they're not there. It's the closest he can get to telling them his news.

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

Letter written, sealed, and sent, Jack's in the bar looking distracted and distinctly jittery.

Seasons change.

That doesn't mean he has to like it.

blueskinnedboy.livejournal.com

After a long day of flute-playing (which is still work, no matter what you may think), Chris has a cold martini and a comfy chair. One very contented diety inna bar.

bloodyrockgod

Like chocolate and peanut butter, like green eggs and ham, like Brian Slade and Kurt Wilde*, there's Charlie and his guitar, quietly playing Vivaldi by the fireplace.

*Mun enjoyed another viewing of Velvet Goldmine this weekend. Had to be said.

whitest_witch

Jadis is wandering through the Bar, looking for a familiar tall, blue, furry doctor. Anyone care to point her in the right direction?

judo-rachel.livejournal.com

"Alright Dad I'll pick up some groceries on my way back--"

Rachel Moore blinks a few times as she opens the door into Milliways. Surprised, to say the least. So much for going shopping... Rachel sighs.

She blinks again as she looks down at herself. Instantly getting a "WHAT THE FUCK?!" look on her face.

Rachel is now dressed in a cute and rather revealing bunny outfit. ~~Just because her mun felt like it.~~

"WHAT IS GOING ON AROUND HERE?!"

dragonofgrey.livejournal.com

Draco had been flying out back on his broom earlier today. He was now in the bar again, going over his notes on transfiguration and Animagi, and the book on Advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts. He was still having some trouble with the Patronus charm spell. He also had some dinner, along with some pumpkin juice.

jack_f_twist

A man could go just about stir-crazy, staying inside all day and with no work to busy his hands, which is why Jack is sitting out by the lake, comfortable on an old stump, smoking. He'd watched the skies fade, lavender to navy, while the air chilled, tossing pebbles into the open water where the ice had melted, and now he blows a cloud of smoke up at the stars, smiling to himself.

Might be considering going inside. Then again, it's a damn nice night.

blond-bubbles.livejournal.com

Bubbles is sitting in a booth along the wall of the bar. Just occasionally sipping at her soda as she tries her best to keep something hidden underneath her jack on the seat.

That, and to avoid from blushing.

With a light sigh, Bubbles' fingers lightly brush against a pair of barrettes. in her blond hair.

Thoughts drifting on a suit of armor.

dragonvolunteer.livejournal.com

The door opens and Cimorene enters the bar in her checked apron, giant feather duster under her arm. Smiling, she adjusts the crown on her head and folds up the apron, heading over to a small table. She orders a cup of blackberry tea and sits down to people watch.

prydeful

Maybe it's the same day.

Maybe it's days later.

She isn't saying.

In fact, when Kitty comes in, looks around, grabs a drink, all she thinks is that it'd be awfully nice just to walk out the door again and never come back.

Not because she likes it there.

Because she's so busy there, back home, now, that it's hard to find time to stop and think.

As it is, right now, she's working on not thinking very well, with a rather large bottle of scotch, and she has no intents of leaving it anywhere near full.

e_delmar

He may not be able to leave this damn place, but he can get out, at least. And he can work. The work makes him feel good, and he's on a bit of a high as he walks out into the night, leaning against the building and lighting a cigarette.

it_has_teeth

Out in the lake a pale shape is swimming.

Occasionally some part of it breaks the surface, gleaming palely through the dark water.

Other times it is only a faint hint of movement under the ice.

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

OOM: Something's not right.

The door opens just a crack, and Smeagol peers in both ways before sidling in, and going hastily to the nearest booth. He sits under it at first, then makes his way into one of the seats. Occasionally he twitches, very noticeably, and his hands are clenched into fists. He looks pale.

He's eyeing the bar, but doesn't seem to be able to get up the nerve to go to it. Indeed, he looks like he'd much rather be back under his table again.

un_fallen

Raguel comes in through the front door, for once, head down but senses alert. He walks to the middle of the bar and hesitates, almost as though he's forgotten where he's going.

At last he turns and heads for a booth in an inconspicuous corner. When he sits, he makes sure to face away from the observation window.

onehoopyprefect

Sliding down the stairs is one Ford Prefect, happy to be back now that he knows he can come and go as he pleases.

Now that he knows he's always got somewhere to come back to.

He jumps up on a chair and yells out across the bar, "A round for everybody, on me!"

This... might turn out to have been unwise.

But come thank him anyway.

col-cardboard.livejournal.com

[OOM: Ever wondered why Jagged Fel doesn't like charts and diagrams? It all began years ago when his loving parents gave him "The Talk".

Rated V for Vagueness and TAYBP Telling About Your Brother's Porn.]

milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com

When you are given a gift, it is a wise idea to learn to use it.

He hasn't had any more luck coaxing ammo out of the bar, so two of Sergeant Wells' latest gifts are not being put to the test just yet. The third, however, is another story. The matte black tanto requires no ammunition- it asks only that the edge be kept sharp, and that, for sure, will be done.

Out back, by the lake, there is not that much light to work with. It's only half a moon, after all. But for now- for Wells, at least- it is enough. If the time ever comes when he has to use this blade in combat, he rather suspects eyes won't be doing him much good then either. Better to learn the use of the knife in the dark now.

k_in_black

Here's something you don’t see every day: a Man in Black.

Looking worried.

K strides in through the Front Door and, seeing Stanz and Venkman, moves quickly in a Ghostbusterly direction.

[plotlocked for black oil-ishness]

collects_ears

Back in the bar for the first time in several days, a slightly subdued George slips behind the bar.

As always, it's good to be back.

He glances at the Specials Board, makes a couple of quick additions then announces:

"Tonight's drinks are Merry Widow, Monte Cristo, Mountain Sunrise and My Wasted Generation.."

"What'll it be?"

precocioustilda.livejournal.com

Matilda is at the bar, folding origami cranes. Again.
Just like the last time, she's wearing safety goggles and her hands are not involved in the process. She's got it practically automated; her gaze lifts the paper into the air, folds the crane, and deposits it in the pile of finished cranes, all in under thirty seconds.

Feel free to come ask her the obvious questions, like 'How are you doing that?', 'Why are you doing that?' and perhaps 'What are the goggles for?'.

[OOC: ~~Mun is here for an hour at most, so expect slowtime or a short conversation. Either works.~~ Mun is gone. Slowtime still good if you're willing to wait eight hours for a reply.]

kitchen_maid

Amy is not watching where she is going tonight, because Amy is reading.

Assuming she doesn't walk right into you on the way, you'll find her over by the fire, curled up in a chair, soon enough.

Probably still reading, but always happy to talk.

osuwarigirl.livejournal.com

Kagome's in the bar...still in that damned leotard. She's feeling better, though...

...Anyone care to come try and get her mind off things?

b-a-summers.livejournal.com

A newly be-iconed Slayer walks downstairs, looking dressed up. Just a little.

She's not really hoping to see anyone. But friends? Yup. Friends are welcome, as are strangers, as she settles down at the bar with an orange juice.

[OOC: ARGH. I must flee! Bed calls me. Slowtime y'all?]

inquisitivehero

[OOM: Watching the Door...: In which Hank thinks about reality and life and the situation on Earth, and reasons that it sucks. Which you know, one would think wouldn't be a revelation. But on days like this one? It really sucks. Rated W, RS and A for Woe, Reality Sucks, and Angst.]

Hank sits, still, at the table, in a mood somewhere between depression and brooding. It isn't one of his usual ones, and it isn't particularly in shadows, but he has sat there for hours undisturbed.

Perhaps because of the look on his face and perhaps just life and perhaps just because reality sucks.

Whatever the reason, he is on his third large mug of realllly strong coffee.

just-connor.livejournal.com

(OOM: Connor is attacked while studying.)

not-like-lilly.livejournal.com

Petunia hasn't been around too much lately, but she's here now. Just sitting at a table, knitting -- nothing terribly exciting.

song_tra_bong

[ooc: After this...]

Mary Anne's not sure how long she's been in the booth. A few minutes, maybe, an hour? She doesn't particularly care.

She also doesn't show any sign of going anywhere any time soon.

She's curled up into the corner, as if to make herself invisible. Anyone looking, however, should still be able to tell who she is.

[ooc: locked to Arithon at the moment, say thank ya.]

latino_menace

Aha! A curse-free bar. This may well be the reason for Ramon's good mood as he lounges by the fire with a book. Tom Clancy, for those interested.

So - no sword in sight, no glowering at other patrons, and no need to act like a sort-of good guy for a change. He loves it.

not_that_spike

( OOM: by the lake )

gonna_live

Kaylee's sitting on a couch with something in a bottle. Very likely nonalcoholic, unfortunately.

As the level of the bottle gets lower, Kaylee has to test out what the new sound is when she blows air across the aperture.

Kind of foghornish, really.

somnium-sum.livejournal.com

[Out of Milliways, Roiben visits a museum.]

tibetanmethod

The magazine is titled Fleshworld.

Yes, it's probably what you think it is.

And Dale Cooper (at the bar) is going over the pages with a magnifying glass.

Yep.

prone-to-panic.livejournal.com

Archie's got himself a table tonight. And besides his customary tea, the table is strewn with books and charts and diagrams. He's also got a battered notebook he's writing in.

Come say hi.

gramarye1971

[OOM: Research Project, Final Year: First Status Report]

twostandingby

Tycho, sitting in a booth, lost in unsmiling thought. There might be the occasional sideways glance at the wall where the door ought to be.

leftthecradle.livejournal.com

[OOM: Furhold Films, in cooperation with Anla'shok productions, proudly presents Death By Tea.]

futures_of_ash

[Strange things happen in the Grey Family]

Those that know Rachel are probably rather suprised to see hEr sprawled on a couch rather than on the ceiling or out on the lake. The baby laying asleep on her chest may have something to do with her current restraint though. Occassionally the baby sniffles a bit and inches around, his left arm bright metal, and his hair snow white...but she sooths him with a warm hand on his back and a flicker of flame.

It looks like babysitting is good for her, since it gets her to relax this much, though it's anyone's guess where the kid actually came from.

There's a pair of hedgehogs trundling around the couch as well, escaping the tyranny of an infant for a short while.

Come say hello? Coo over the gorgeous baby?

She won't mind in the least.

armoralchemy.livejournal.com

Suit of armor inna bar!

He appears to be playing jacks on his research table.

He's pretty good at it, actually.

transgenic-max.livejournal.com

(OOM: Fulfillment of a wish. There is darkness of various sorts.

Mention of torture, rape, and human sacrifice. Consider yourself warned.)

She was gone for three days. Not hiding, not off in her world. Just gone. This is rather uncommon, really.

She's back now, in her usual booth. There's no coffee, no papers, no books. Just Max, curled up, face buried in her hands. She doesn't really seem to be paying much attention to what's going on around her.