milliways_bar | Mar. 10th, 2006

Mar. 10th, 2006

simple-tool.livejournal.com

Mistress had bid Tool meet people, and so she was in the Bar proper. She was not exactly sure how to proceed though, as "meeting" people did not fall in either of the categories she was trained to know as hers.

And so she's sitting, silent and still, doll like one could say, with her large eyes and dark lace. A perfect picture of a twelve year old dressed for pedophiles. There's something missing there though, something off. The blank, empty waiting that triggers the hairs at the back of the neck.

Don't worry, she's just a child...

and-far-away.livejournal.com

Sharpe is sitting at the Bar, wearing his security badge and keeping a casual eye on the room.

qsilver-md.livejournal.com

Kevin emerges from the infirmary and heads for the Bar.

With some regret, he doesn't order coffee, settling for a Corona instead.

rockfriend.livejournal.com

Ludo is out by the lake, happily splashing around in the shallows.

ironside-pixie.livejournal.com

Those with a fae nature, will be hard pressed to deny the truth. The truth being that they are highly changeable. Even before she found out what she was, it was so with Kaye. One day you might find her huddled in a corner, staring at a patch of wallpaper with a sullen expression.

And today...well you might just find her out by the lake, wearing a rather old, patched pair of red wellington boots (they clash brilliantly with her skin) and generally causing havoc to the natural habit. By causing havoc, the mun means throwing sticks, sliding on slushy bits and scaring frogs.

All green things should look out for one another, but she never claimed to be nice.

saionjisenpai.livejournal.com

It's apparently the weekend for Saionji, who's in the Bar pretty late tonight, reading a kendo magazine on a couch. He's got a mug of coffee, too, and looks fairly comfortable.

He's not exactly out of uniform, but the white uniform jacket is hanging over the back of the couch. (He's wearing a tee shirt under it, for once.)

3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com

>> Goldilocks, Miho and the Three Bears (Part 1)

[OOM: When Miho joins her in a different version of her own fairy tale, we discover where Goldilocks has been for the past few weeks. Things stay fairly true to the traditional recountings, and then... they don't.]

forever-england.livejournal.com

Bond liked Canada. He's not that bothered about the job he had to do there and the place itself is nice enough, if a little rough. He had cleared customs at the airport in Toronto and headed for the exit, looking forward to his hotel and a proper sleep.

It's rather surprising to him to suddenly find himself back in Milliways. It's been months since he's been here. If he were the type given to flights of fancy, he'd think he dreamt the whole affair. But he isn't, so he just smiles thinly and carries his case over to the bar. Bacon, eggs, coffee and OJ are ordered and he sits to enjoy them with a cigarette. Senior Service, for those who know tobacco.

inquisitivehero

Hank McCoy is near the fire, staring into it, or near it, his eyes somewhat glazed. He is tired. Even after seven hours of sleep, the longest he has had in weeks, he is tired. A large mug of coffee and a plate of ham nd cheese croissants sit on a small table nearby, mostly untouched.

jusa-littlelion.livejournal.com

There's a little boy in the bar.

Don't panic! His dad's upstairs just-dead to the world. Robbie, completely lost and a bit oblivious-spots a familiar face, heading over.

Current Mood: sleepy

lvpd_sidle

Two CSIs come in through the door, fresh from new canon.

Sara is shaking her head, amused that prima donnas were present in the lab.

Grissom is still angry that their investigations were impeded by the presence of the camera crew from 'Hard Crime'.

[ooc: Tag one, tag both. Will be here until about 6pm CST.]

milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com

Wells came inside last night, eventually; there was no sense or advantage to sleeping rough, no matter how unsociable he felt.

Where he's been most of the morning is hard to say, but where he is now, is at the same table near the Window as yesterday. He's got lunch- a good sized bowl of the spiciest meatless chili he could get the Bar to give him, and some beer. He'd stil like to know what kind of pervert thinks lime belongs in perfectly good beer, though.

super-xj9.livejournal.com

Jenny is in the bar.

Her arm, fixed from "sparring" with Terrorsaur.

Though, it's doubtful that anyone would notice how stiff it is. Considering that she is in her ecto-skin again.

Come by and bother at will. She will be more than happy to boast about her victory.

shelley_winters

There is a small redhead down unusually early, looking thoughtfully at a sheet of paper. Really, there were more people she wanted to talk to before going back to Tackleford, but she's put it off long enough. Going home will be good for her.

She thinks, anyway. It's hard to be sure.

Determinedly, Shelley takes the lid off her pen

( and writes... )

When finished, she takes the letter to Bar, and pats her surface lightly, pulling out a list of names.

"Could you give a copy of this to all these people, please Bar? A-and anyone who asks where I am. Unless they are evil. Thank you."

Then, satisfied, she heads to her table to finish her coffee before she goes through the door. She's catchable for a while yet, if anyone wants to chat.

[OOC: ~~AFK for class, back to play 5pm GMT.~~ Back now! Have at!]

asar-suti.livejournal.com

Asar-Suti was outside the back door around elevenish this morning, with coffee, green aprons, plans and lists, tools, ready and waiting for the gardeners to turn up and start some gardening.

It would be a good day for it, with brisk but beautiful weather like this, he mused, wibbling slightly.

It would be good to get going.

[[OOC: For the gardening team and their potential helpers - come here, jump thread, have fun!]]

symbiote-venom.livejournal.com

Venom is sitting at the bar, that funny nagging feeling still in the back of his mind. Absently, he turns and looks around, his eyes scanning everything in sight. People, tables, door, booths, waitr-

...door?

It takes him a few moments to make sure that it's there. Yup, definitely a door where there was no door before.

He stand slowly, still suspicious, as if perhaps it might be a mirage, and makes his way over to this new-found exit. After a moment of two of consideration, he's pretty sure that it's the same door he came in by when he first arrived here at Milliways.

He pushes it open slowly, a bit hesitant, takes one last long look at the bar behind him, and then leaves.

And for the first time in what feels like ages, Venom's gone from Milliways.

(ooc: 'Bout damn time I got around to that. He's out to catch up on canon. Anybody familiar with the recent Spider-Man comics knows what I mean. I'm going to enjoy bringing him back, 'cuz he'll be a very changed Eddie Brock. 'Till then...)

medicine-bird.livejournal.com

Despite the fact that midterm exams have only now stopped savaging her player, Jean's been a reasonably present, if reasonably quiet fixture of the bar.

Right now, she's still clad in a pair of grey sweats and a tank top, fresh from some telekinetic training out by the lake. She's sitting by the hearth to let her hair finish drying from a shower, and seems amenable to company.

She also has cookies. Triple chocolate chunk. Brains run on glucose, don't you know?

maydaybrat.livejournal.com

Mordred.

Table.

Gazing idly at the front door, and looking bored.

Never a good thing, really.

the4thsister.livejournal.com

Paige had finally decided today was the day, she was going to try to Unbind herself, she'd worked out a spell and was currently standing in front of where she thought the door was with a piece of chalk in her hand, where she was in the right place or not didn't really matter much, she was going to make her own door to get back home.

Current Mood: determined

horseblanket.livejournal.com

This is Sheila.

Her baby's due in about a week, so she's not likely to be too up and active -- though it doesn't stop her from being personable. She has a dead older brother who's perfectly able to help carry her down the stairs if he needs to.

Or if she asks.

Now here she is, pointedly not eating, and lying on the couch reading.

The book is entirely in some sort of Latin-like ancient language. It doesn't look a damn thing like English, but it does look sort of cool.

guppy_sandhu

After something of a scuffle the other day Guppy is sitting by the fire with a small box of somewhat broken medical equipment. He knows he's never in a million years going to be able to mend the targ, but he's having a go with the ear thermometer. Currently it claims he has a temperature of one hundred and twenty degrees, which he suspects is slightly wrong to put it mildly.
This is the man who managed to set a 'build your own radio set' for children aged eight and over on fire by forgetting all the resistors.

[ooc: Mun will be in and out all afternoon/evening due to packing and stuff. If on AIM am in the room.]

simon_doctor

[OOM: Simon and Mal have a quiet talk.]

not-ho-chunk.livejournal.com

Wisakedjak comes in from his little shack out by the lake, for the first time in some while, and settles by the Bar with a beer.

missginnytonic.livejournal.com

The Weaslette is in the bar.. feel free to bug her if you so like

Current Mood: content

swordchucks.livejournal.com

Fighter stomps in, but it's a happy kind of stomping. He beams around the room.

"I'm wearing big-boy boots with laces!", he announces, pleased as punch. "Today, I am a man."

oneman_onevote

Wandering down into the light of day - what there is of it in the bar - comes Havelock, vaguely mussed.

Yes, he's just woken up.

But his dignity is intact.

Ignore the hair. Don't make a nuisance of yourself.

These simple guidelines may help you with a far more pleasant conversation.

pendragon-son.livejournal.com

The advantages of Melehan walking into Milliways while reading a book?

He doesn't notice his twin and not'father staring at each other.

On the downside, he may bump into people. He'll apologize if he does.

Most likley, anyway.

mollyprewett.livejournal.com

One Molly with a pot of tea and a plate of biscuits sitting at a table, people watching. She loves company, and chatting with new friends, and old.

Have at!

faithful-slayer.livejournal.com

Faith is sitting at a dark booth, listening to headphones and reading a book with a very intent expression.

The book is in Antarian and may, possibly, be the Antar equivalent of Emily Post.

Faith is pretty determined to learn how not to embarass herself and Max in public, but she wouldn't mind an interruption.

gentleprince.livejournal.com

Faramir is in the bar, security badge on his belt, thumbing through a book. It appears to be a children's book -- at least, the cover suggests as much, though it's a long one. He is apparently enjoying it, nevertheless. Every now and then he glances up and looks around just to make sure no one's killing people or humping the upholstry.

He wouldn't mind an interruption.

[ooc: Aaaand the mun must beg slowtime for the night. Will pick up threads tomorrow.]

not_that_spike

Wandering in from a later-than-usual workout by the lake, Spike spies the big sign on the notice board. Wandering over, he reads it and nods then checks his tab and Beth's: they're both still good. Bar has them way in the black, both of them, like it should be. She's got their money cards and after that last bounty payoff, they're both doing fine. He figures they'll be good for another year easy if they don't get too wild, don't ask for too many big things. But hell, if they need to there's always another bounty to catch and no matter what, he'll always split those payoffs with Beth.

But while he's looking at the tab board, he checks a couple other names, too. Faye's okay; he gave her plenty of money. Partners and all that. Elaine looks like she's okay.

Purposefully, he turns away before he sees any other names he might know. No one else here is his responsibility and he knows it. And so do they. Lighting a smoke, he heads for a table by the fire, but not before grabbing himself a bottle of water and taking note of where people are. It's easy to lose familiar faces in a crowded room.

jackdriscoll.livejournal.com

You might've missed when the tall writer stalked into the bar, but he's here now, brooding in a dark corner with Chinese food and a bottle of Sam Adams.

Current Mood: indifferent

namo

A Vala, who could be more haggard than he looks, sits down on a chair with a glass of Atlantean. It is slowly sipped as he looks into the hearth.

He welcomes company, distractions, and random bits of twine.

street-sparrow.livejournal.com

Gavroche comes in through the painting portal and heads toward the back door, though not without a glance around the room to see who's there.

ms-w-harker.livejournal.com

As with many others, Mina is in a booth, thinking furiously about how to come up with more funds for her tab.

She refuses to batten on her friends and will absolutely not touch the money Joe gave Snow White to give to the less fortunate.

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

There's a flash of light. No, it's not the Paparazzi, it's Q.

He's in the bar. He saunters over and takes a look at Bernard's Notice. He laughs, and his voice booms loud enough for all to hear.

"Ladies and Gentlemen of the Bound Persuasion ... I am feeling magnanimous tonight.

"I will consider paying two people's tabs completely ... if you can prove to me that you're worthy of such largesse."

jedipilot.livejournal.com

She's bored out of her mind. Kriffing blasted bored out of her mind. She can't work the sims properly with her leg or get in any lightsaber practice, and things are still oddly polite with Jag. Of course, Zekk's no help about any of this.

So, Jaina's down in the bar, sitting at a booth with her crutches leaning against the table and her legs stretched out to the seat next to her. There's a mug of lomin ale and her datapad, but mostly, the Jedi's people watching.

Yep. Bored.

blue_ajah

A silver line of light slices through the air and widens into a portal. Moiraine steps through, gliding towards the Bar.

She pauses by the announcement board to read the notice, and then lays one hand gently on the smooth wooden surface and murmurs,

"I may trust that the arrangements I made with you and Bernard some time ago, via my letter to the House of Dormaile, still apply?"

In answer, a glass of spiced wine from Cairhien shimmers into existence, and the Aes Sedai smiles.

"Thank you."

Picking it up, she goes toward her usual table.

beautiful_ann

[OOM: After Ann's last visit to the bar, she returns home and finds things being shaken up. One thing very quickly leads to another, and suddenly she finds herself with a new job, courtesy one Carl Denham.

King Kong spoilers ahoy, ladies and gentlemen.]

princeinexile

Bar is quickly passed everything that Zuko has ever had. He assumed it was mostly on lend, and while that clears a chunk of the tab, there is still some left. A key is also passed over, and his room given up. His clothing is the gear he arrived in with -- the clothes on his back, and all -- and while bound, the Prince refuses to ask a coin of those who have given him kindness.

So, there goes a prince, unable to pay -- so instead, he refuses use of the bar.

Pride's a bitch.

He leaves the bar to head into the woods, with what little he has, and find a reasonable campsite deep in the woods. Hopefully, the bunnies would leave him the hell alone.

torch-reporter.livejournal.com

Chloe. Bar. Laptop. Blastsword. Camera. Coffee.

She's finishing up her notes on the alien sword, making sure everything's as specific and accurate as she can get. Just in case she doesn't get it back after she gets it fixed.

Feel free to interrupt, of course.

fathers-cleric.livejournal.com

It's been a while since he was in the bar, but John Preston slept in late. So he's in the bar.

It's peaceful here.

Current Mood: accomplished

inquisitivehero

Hank McCoy, after a long day, comes in, to see the notice on the board and nods. After considering for a few minutes, he pulls a card out and places it on the Bar.

"Bar? Please cover my family: Rachel Grey, Nathan Summers, myself, Bubbles, and my wife from the account linked therein. "

There is a shimmer and those tabs zero out. He nods and picks up the card, then goes upstairs.

awesome_lilly

Lilly's been around. She just hasn't been as noticeable as she is tonight after her conversation with Bernard, cheerfully sitting next to a rather large sign with a picture of herself on it, pointing and smirking. The words below the picture read:

Madam Lilly Wants YOU...

...to be a whore. Hey, odds are good that if you've wound up here, you're probably already a slut. Sure, try to deny it, but I was here on Halloween. I remember the leather. So why not make some money at it? Join Madam Lilly's Delicate Flowers*, have sex, and pay off your tab. It's a win-win situation! Just not a business. Because that would be Wrong.

*Male, female, dead, and other are welcome to apply. Must be willing applicant and of legal age in home universe. Applicants may be required to demonstrate skills. Madam Lilly's Delicate Flowers is an equal opportunity employer.

smallestopener

Ingress walks into the bar from the House of Arch. She is wearing a hula skirt over her polka-dotted jumper and patched jeans.

Why? Why not!

She also has a crown of flowers in her hair and a Tom following close behind her.

maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com

Elaine comes downstairs into the bar, with a book and a glass of wine.

She curls up in a large chair by the fire, and for a moment--just a moment--it feels as if she's back in Astolat.

But then the ring on her finger reminds her and she smiles.

She's a very happy lilymaid, dressed in full medieval garb.

Feel free to come and speak with her, she would love company.

no-comb-shep.livejournal.com

Last time Sheppard checked, the Daedalus didn't have doors of the sort that he just slammed open with his shoulder. Which is why he nearly trips as he forces himself to a halt from his dead run, his flightsuit still only partially over his normal outfit. He blinks for a moment in surprise, then whips around, looking to where the door should be.

As is typical for this sort of situation, the door isn't there.

"Dammit!" Sheppard stares at the door for a few moments longer, looking for any signs of a way out he might've missed at first glance, then turns and stalks towards the Bar herself. He's learned through past experience that pounding at the door won't help. And so a very frustrated Sheppard seats himself, wondering if pounding his head against the bar surface is eally as good of an idea as it sounds right now.

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

Bernard strolls out of the Staff Wing, a fairly large piece of parchment in hand.

He tacks it to the announcement board, gets a bottle of tequila and a shot glass, and settles at the usual table.

The sign reads:

Attention:

Lest we all forget, in addition to serving as a flop house, war zone, and occasional dating service, Milliways Bar is a place of business. As of one month from today, all tabs must be either settled, or settled partially, in the currency of your choice and preference. Refer to the tab board behind Bar in order to assess your debt.

We here at Milliways understand the burden of both being Bound, and of financial hardship. But this is, as aforementioned, a place of business.

A fund for the Bound was set up last year in honor of Joe Manco, and is under the stewardship of Snow White. You may apply to her for aid.

Also, speak to your friends, who may be more well-off than you are. That's what friends are for.

Finally, we appreciate your business. It would be nice if tabs could run up indefinitely. But Bar is not comfortable with that, and neither are we.

Thank you.

--Mgmt.

boundxkitty

Elizabeth is lounging on a couch near the fire. Shorts and a t-shirt, you know, the comfy cloths. There's a plate of cheesy fries and a glass of an amber liquid on the table close by. Hidden slightly is a bottle of the same amber liquid on the floor against the side of the couch.

She's reading again, but that won't stop her from talking to people should that approach her.

flybywash

Wash's mun has a completed second draft of her thesis sitting on her hard drive. BOOYAH.

Wash isn't nearly as cool, and so only has a plate of French fries -- he's swirling one of them through a blob of ketchup, sketching out designs that are either the orbital vector of Beylix or a tic-tac-toe board on steroids -- but you can still come talk to him if you want.

(He also has a tab that hasn't been zeroed in at least eight months. That probably explains the way he keeps glancing between the notice and the number next to H. Washburne on the tab board, as if they're both about to spring to life and pull a tag-team smackdown on him.)

[ooc: ...apparently, the fun thing about finishing your thesis draft is that it also kills your brain dead in the process. I have to beg sleep and slowtime for the night. But! I'll pick up threads on Sunday :) Many apologies for the short stay.]

underwater-owl.livejournal.com

Random steps into the bar with a sigh and a stretch, closing the door behind himself quickly and making for a table. He catches sight of the notice up, makes a note to himself to remind Ramon to get their tabs, and collapses into an armchair before flagging a waitrat and ordering himself a scotch.

From there, he proceeds to sit quietly and watch the general patronage.

[ooc: mun's roof is leaking. mun does not want to be electrocuted today. sorry folken, please slowtime/ignore]

futures_of_ash

If anyone had told Rachel a few weeks ago that she would absolutely adore leashes, she'd have probably tried to take a chunk out of them, considering. Tonight though?

The kiddie leash is an absolutely wonderful invention.

It keeps a very active and gifted toddler from slipping away from her, and it also is just short enough to keep him out of the rafters. Rachel's sitting on the couch, actually reading for once, leash tied to her ankle, and the toddler is playing with multicolored blocks nearby...

fairest1.livejournal.com

Snow is taking a rare night off and relaxing in the bar, reading a good book. A mug of hot chocolate rests in front of her.

She hasn't seen the sign yet.

kitchen_maid

There are some advantages to being a princess, even an Ordinary one. Like not really having to worry about having a tab.

So Amy is settled comfortably in her usual spot, over by the fireplace, with her usual tea and embroidery, which she is (as usual) more or less ignoring.

Company is, as ever, welcome.

beauty-marred.livejournal.com

After this, Narcissa sits at a table, as far from Bernard as she can find, glaring at her tea and fruit plate.

Oh, she'll figure something out all right. The Blacks and Malfoys didn't get where they were without connections. She just needs to determine what hers are.

forest_king

Mendanbar comes into the bar, reads a notice and reminds himself again to remember to bring something to pay his tab next time.

Then he asks Bar for a cup of cider, selects a table that will let him watch the comings and goings of the room, and grins, knowing that he's safe from his steward for a few hours, anyway.

tibetanmethod

The Twin Peaks Gazette is apparently an enthralling publication. It's definitely a daily one that's published by one Douglas "Dougie" Milford, brother of Twin Peaks mayor Dwayne Milford.

The Milford brothers aren't very close.

Right now Dale Cooper is reading a stinging editorial on current town politics, and shaking his head just a little as he drinks his coffee and eats his pie while sitting at the bar.

sister-lucy.livejournal.com

Having read the Management's notice, Lucy is sitting at a table and as usual, sipping a fruity parasolled drink.

What's unusual is the sign set up on the table:

Human? Need a loan? Ask me how!

fire-of-mahal.livejournal.com

Gimli is old, for a dwarf- two hundred and seventy years of the Sun, all things told- and thus, occasionally, forgets things. Not that he's senile, mind you. Dwarves are seldom prone to such ills. What happens to them instead is a tendency to focus on things far beyond their importance, and forget other matters entirely.

For instance, it is only now that Gimli recalls he's been working in the forge nigh onto three days and is in need of a meal.

He steps out of the forge, grumbles something under his breath in Khuzdul, and stalks into the Bar. He'll be returning shortly to replenish his fuel stores, but he needs to eat first.

[OOC: Feel free to tag him either inside the Bar or out of it. I'm not fussy.]

withrocksin

Two characters for the price of one!
Living twentysomething Disc resident and dead twentysomething drag queen, sitting at a table and talking.
Also, eyeing a certain notice.
This past year's rent which I let slide.
Angel, thanks to Mark, doesn't really have anything to worry about, but this is still ringing far too many bells for his comfort; he's drumming his pen on his notebook in something close to irritation.
Imp... isn't sure what he's going to do, really.
Let slide? You said we were golden!
Come bother either or both.

female-were.livejournal.com

Raina is curled up in a booth with a glass of red wine, and low and behold, a salad! She rarely eats salads, but for some odd reason she's got a taste for one, this one having a light vinegar and oil dressing on it. Though, it's only saving grace in her opinion, is that it's got little bits of bacon in it.

Come and see if she's feeling okay. Because...salad!

transgenic-max.livejournal.com

Max is in her usual booth, with her usual coffee. A little less usual is the particular thoughtful look on her face. To a select few, this look would clearly read trouble. Of a 'she's plotting something' variety.

Care to find out what that something is?