milliways_bar | Mar. 12th, 2006

Mar. 12th, 2006

http://users.livejournal.com/_venus_de_milo/

Three beautiful girls in very tiny skirts are sitting together at a table with a tea kettle and extra cups. A few school books, deck of cards, and rice paper with a calligraphy set are also scattered about.

"But! Ami-chan! It's a brilliant plan!" Minako is saying.

withamagicword

[OOM: Everything Changes, Part Three: In which he takes part in the Quest to find the Seven Deadly Sins. Spoilers for current DC continuity.]

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

[ooc: An afternoon date with punch, pie, baby, Bernard, demon, dirigibles, Shakespeare, and SON PIE. Okay, scratch the dirigibles. I didn't have a d-word.]

clumsy_auror

[OOC: Cleaning up from the day. Or, at least, trying to.]

stbethadettes

Sometimes a girl just needs to stretch out and prop her feet up.

Tonight's one of those times.

In sweatpants (her jeans really are getting tight on her now) and that same sleeveless white shirt she was wearing when she first came to the bar, Beth comes downstairs and stops at the bar for a bottle of water. Then she drags a chair close to a couch by the fire and settles down on the couch with her feet propped up on the seat of the chair so there's room for anybody else wanting to kick back on the couch.

Especially bounty hunters who wear jackets and goddamn skinny ties. But hell, she wouldn't really bar anyone from sitting there if they really felt like it. She's no couch tyrant, and it's a free country.

Or asteroid.

She opens the bottle of water she'd gotten from the bar and drinks thirstily, idly people watching.

transgenic-max.livejournal.com

"But you haven't won anything. This is gonna get real ugly, and this is way over my head now. These people's lives depend on the decisions that you make right now. I pray you make the right ones...Max."

Clemente's words are still ringing in Max's ears as she stalks in through the front door. She looks a mess, hands and face covered with thin cuts, a bruise slowly darkening on one cheek, her lower lip bleeding where she'd bitten through it. She stops a few feet inside the door, blinking in startlement. She hadn't expected to end up in Milliways, having never arrived from Terminal City before.

"Tryin' to tell me something?" she murmers.

latino_menace

Ramon enters the bar, because he's hungry and hasn't yet built up the nerve to brave Random's newly-acquired 'cooking' skills. He sees the sign about settling tabs and grins - because yeah, not something he'll ever have to worry about. It amuses him to think of all the people that are stuck without cash though.

Possibly for this reason, he orders a stupidly expensive dinner and a $1000 bottle of brandy, then seats himself in a booth where he can smirk at all the poor people.

Asshole.

redhorserider.livejournal.com

[oom: A domestic moment between War and Famine. War gets a new name and decides to try a new career and Famine gets...an espresso. Millitimed to Saturday morning.

Warning: Mild violence]

imdeadtoo.livejournal.com

Well, someone's happy tonight.

Unemploooooooooooooyment!

Begging! Begging! Begging!

Dependencyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!

Loss-of-self-respect!

Confiding, to the nearest patron:

I'm broke too.

no-more-chianti.livejournal.com

[OOM: Clarice copes.

... Ahahahaha. Just kidding.]

withamagicword

[OOM: Everything Changes, Epilogue: In which, Billy sees a Door to Milliways and seeks the Oracle's aid.]

The Door opens and Captain Marvel comes in, toting a large blue millitary-style rucksack.

He smiles when he sees the place and vanishes outside .

A little while later, mixing with the crowd, Billy Batson can be seen, carrying his usual small red backpack He grins as he settles at the bar and orders food.

He sees the Notice about tabs and nods. He will have to work at bringing something here in three days to pay his tab.

Meanwhile he settles to eat and watch the bar looking for any friends. He has been gone for over eight months Rock and Earth time and has only a limited time until he has to leave so is very hoping to see people.

badinlatin

~~Because the mun is nuts and got up at 4:30 am, GMT+1,~~ Mal is in the bar.

He'd seen the bartab notice the night it was put up, along with Lilly's, uh...advertisement.

Studiously avoiding both for the moment, Mal sets up shop with his calligraphy brushes and paper from home, adjusting a sign to be seen barwide from his booth:

Mandarin (Or English) Calligraphy by Mal Reynolds
Free

No business in the bar, right?

[ooc: Tag. Tag All Night Long. Cuz it's no longer night for me, and am awake. :D!]

timsbooks.livejournal.com

There is one Milliwhore, in the bar. He's actually quite pleased at himself for having gotten the job, despite the fact that he got it while masked. And hey, speaking of the mask, it is on.

However, the rest of the costume is not. Jeans and a t-shirt, real casual. He's doing some hard work today, something tetchy. Cause, well, he needs people to run missions for him, so he needs stuff to be run. Even if they are just made up things.

Which explains the small metal sphere with the H on it. Or maybe not.

He has no clue anyone might be upset with him.

red-blossom.livejournal.com

There is a dirty Blossom inna bar, covered in soot and dust. It's even got her hair splitting on ends, damn it!

She slips a handful of money on the counter and it disappears as she just drops to lay on top of it, panting for breath. Doing housework for the Professor to pay off her tab was just...well, so much work...

Somebody feel like cheering up the little superheroine?

not-broomboy.livejournal.com

Always someone there to pay
Though pay to who and pay to why
No way here to take to sky
Not truly, not to get away.

But debt indeed, for room and board
And for cigarettes as well
A respite from remembered hell
Reunion with one needed ward.

Yet no green for Witch's son
But neither gold nor rubies bright
Turquis, amber, diamond's white
Two of value, here just one.

Glinda had for it keen eyes
Mombi would have traded Tip
But the besom still does sit
In his hand, against his thigh.

How much worth has mother's love?
Or if not love, a mother's magic
Memories both grand and tragic
And the freedom of above?

[ooc: Liir's seen the sign and is now pondering the only thing of any value he actually has... so, staring at the broom, sipping his tea and letting a cigarette burn in the ashtray at the bar.]

twiststheblade

Miho is perched on a barstool, smoking a cigarette, and thinking. Thinking quite hard, as it happens. She could pay off her tab in several ways, one of which depends on Bar accepting bank cards that aren't technically hers. Another means she'd have to touch the money her father gave her, after it became obvious she wasn't coming back. She wouldn't before, partly out of pride, but mostly because he'd have been able to trace her. Well, he's found her anyway, and it isn't as if Milliways is part of her world. Or, and this is the option she is giving the most serious thought to, it would appear that someone is setting up a brothel. And if there's anything Miho knows, it's protecting whores.

****

Valentine is teaching himself to play pool. It's not going well.

asar-suti.livejournal.com

My dear co-gardeners,

our team now consists of:

Morgan
Eilinel
Todd Anderson
Snowball
Molly Prewett
Ghost

I spoke to Bernard about the tab thing, and he said working in the garden is considered gainful employment; it is taking care of your tabs, so you don't have to worry.
See you all around!

- Asar-Suti

puckishly.livejournal.com

For those of you keeping track, the Delicate Flower content of the bar has just gone up by one.

You'd have to be keeping very careful track, however, as for a good long while, there does not appear to be a fairy anywhere. Instead, there is a rather industrious red fox, who is delving beneath couch cushions and venturing under booths in search of spare currency.

Current Mood: impoverished

gone_byebye

[OOM: Ray gets the letter he's been dreading.]

The door swings open and a cowed-looking Ray makes his way in. He's wearing the coveralls he normally uses to work on the car, and he's pretty well grease all over, but more importantly he has an envelope in one hand that's absolutely covered in the stickers the Postal Service uses to indicate This Mail Is Important, Dammit.

It just doesn't look like today's been his day.

He gets himself a glass of the green stuff and goes to a nearby booth before looking around for a particular someone of the legal persuasion.

ineedavicodin.livejournal.com

House took Triumph out for her morning run. Man and dog are back in the bar proper. Triumph has a bowl of cold water and a bowl of dog food topped with steak flavored gravy. Her companion has a sandwich platter and a curious wooden contraption called a Serpent's Cube, which starts out as a solid cube, and unfurls into a serpent, and the goal is to manipulate it back into cube-shape. Which is not as easy as Greg would like, and he's honestly about to throw the damn thing across the bar.

Interrupt at will. He might even appreciate it. Maybe.

bohemian-mark.livejournal.com

ZOOM IN on the bar, a table near the middle, where MARK sits, with a notebook in front of him, writing, and scribbling out. Beside him is a 16mm film camera, and a Army surplus messenger bag hangs on the back of his chair. He is dressed casually, with a T-shirt, jeans, and a pair of dirty athletic shoes.

MARK: I'd like to thank the Academy... oh, hell. This all sounds so implausible. I'm not even going to win anything.

In other words? Mark's in the bar. Have at.

foxy-l33t.livejournal.com

Ako had mentioned to Laini about the tabs. Thus, when Laini arrives today, she has a small purse-sized bag with her. It gets set on the top of the Bar, and she rapidly sorts through it. Yira, shekles, galliahs, omis, along with chinese dollars and USD $2 bills get stacked on the bartop as she does conversions on her PDA.

"Sixty-nine per, cross by the inflation rate of feathers in finland... and that should cover it, with a bit to spare. We're good?"

Apparently, as the money vanishes. Laini grins, and orders some sort of coffee drink, with enough flavors and sugar in it that the existance of coffee in the cup is debatable.

((OOC: Slowtime for early shift- night all!))

missginnytonic.livejournal.com

Ginny's in the bar she's rested.. she looks fresh.. she puts her elbow on the bar then puts her head in her hand. feel free to bug her

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

This afternoon finds Ace in the bar, tucked against the warm stones of the hearth, whittling. After all, there's only so much chaos one can cause before needing a break, right?

Right.

spooky-crimes.livejournal.com

Bishop has a Problem. He has a Tab + no Money = trouble

he hates to do this so he sighs and sits back adding a sign to his table

"Palm reading $5"

Hopefully this won't land him in the Jail he's heard of

[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]

nita_callahan

[OOM: Outside.]

The Nita coming through the front door looks subtly more relaxed than she has for a long time.

Well. Until she sees the notice over the bar.

"Crap."

But a look at her name on the board reveals -- that can't be right, can it? -- a zero.

Well.

But Kit and Dairine's tabs are both up there in red, still. Frowning, Nita sits down at the bar, does not order tea, and thinks.

[OOC: Not here long at all, but slowtime tags are welcomed.]

lvpd_sidle

Sara wanders downstairs, getting a cup of coffee and a sandwich from the Bar. She curls up in a chair by a fireplace.

She might look moody, but she really isn't.

gotham-knocking.livejournal.com

Knox enters the Bar, sopping wet. It's pouring in Gotham, and he is having a bad day. Nobody is giving any answers about the Bat or the signal being used. OK, one cop told him they needed the Bat's help to find the counterfeit printing press, but that is not enough. So here comes, in need of some warm and dry. Like a coffee and a martini.

[ooc: technically mun is not here, so slowtime is required. Thanks.]

3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com

She didn't waste much time before asserting herself back into bar life. She kept a fairly low profile around the bar proper yesterday, trying to subtly glean what she could about happenings during her involuntary absence. However, there is a limit to the amount of information that can be gained from keen observance and what is essentially eavesdropping. So Goldilocks is far less understated in her presence today.

In the post-lunch lull, she's perched on a bar stool in a chunky cable-knit sweater, black jeans and ankle boots. Though ostensibly just enjoying a chilled glass of Sauvignon blanc, she's also keeping an eye out for familiar faces. A touch curiously, such faces have been in the minority so far.

alwaysroomforhope

[OOM: Steph hasn't been sleeping well for some time. MilliTimed to - hmm, pick any point in the last week, as long as it's after this finally-finished slowtime.]

dnaromantic.livejournal.com

So, a CSI chemist walks into a bar.

And he sees a sign about a brothel.

And he goes :O.

And approves.

And sits down with some coffee, because he already paid up his tab.

spark-girl.livejournal.com

Agatha's back in the bar today, at the tables she set up before. The sign and items are all still there. Draping it in a blanket helped keep everything safe.

Well, that and the security system she added.

She's not keeping an eye out for customers at the moment. There's something more importaint on her mind.

In front of her is a slightly used camera, disassembled. Notes and schematics are spread out on the table around it, and there is much tinkering. She's humming an odd tune.

Fear.

gravity_shifter

Sikozu's up in the rafters today. Nothing out of the ordinary, just watching things below.

There might be some dust floating down every now and then as she shifts positions.

shufti

There's a pregnant teen sitting on the floor by the fire with a sign.

'Will cleen shoos for muny.'

Next to this she is carving a piece of twig into a spike with a rather battered sword, occasionally measuring it against the hole in her crossbow.

smith-jane-mrs.livejournal.com

Jane was once again down in the bar. Today, Jane was wearing a little black dress.

Jane was also running at least one experiment as she sipped her drink. She had tallies running in her head, just at that moment everything was set at 0. But she was fairly certain that that wouldn't last long.

Why don't you go talk to her, see if the numbers go up?

~~(okay, so, surprise, going to see Brokeback Mountain again, bb in a few hours)~~ Back!

shortofcrazy

One computer geek--dressed in jeans, T-shirt, dark green track jacket, chucks, and glasses--in a bar, curled up on a couch with his laptop. Riley's fingers fly over the keys - maybe the light tapping is a little louder than he realizes. At any rate, he's not thoroughly intent on what he's doing; from time to time, he glances up to look around the bar, watching the other patrons with a great deal of interest. He would very much welcome company, as always.

bloodyrockgod

Charlie. Guitar. (He has a tab to pay, after all.)

( Hey! This one's new! )

He takes requests. And he rarely makes fun of your choices.

slayer_fray

( Plans are made )

At some point between Thursday night and here, notes are left for everyone who might want to know where Mel and Mike have gone:

Hey -insert name here-
- Gone to Disneyland. Don't break the Bar while we're gone. Bye

Why didn't you see them go?

Ninja.

gentleprince.livejournal.com

Some time after seeing Shufti off, Faramir approaches Bar and sets down a battered sign and a... carrot covered in boot polish. "Bar, will you dispose of these, please? And I'll need a paper and pen. Thank you."

He scribbles a quick ( note to Gimli )

His letter written, he returns it for delivery along with the pen, orders a mug of ale, and settles back to watch the surroundings.

Security inna bar. Annoy at will. But beware: he has shown spectacular proficiency at foiling the NEFARIOUS SCHEMES of.... single, pregnant teenagers bearing questionably lethal produce.

...yes. Security is a dangerous job.

Current Mood: accomplished

milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com

Tonight's the last night he's going to be capable of keeping decent company, so as much as Sergeant Wells wishes he didn't have to be around the rest of the human race, he's going to stay in. He'll just do his best not to let the constant knowledge of everyone else's presence and movements rub him the wrong way too much as he eats.

How successful this will be in a place as busy as Milliways, God only knows.

Prickly English soldier in the bar, with falafel.

angela-edmunds.livejournal.com

Angela comes downstairs.

She's impeccably dressed, which should be a warning in itself.

Outwardly, she's perfect, with neat clothing and hair, modest makeup.

Manners? She can put them on if she's really concerned about it.

And right now, she is.

The book she's reading is 2001: A Space Odyssey, by Arthur C. Clarke.

It might be mentioned at this point that Angela Dawn Edmunds, normal teenage girl, has her psyche held together with what is the equivalent of metaphysical duct tape.

She'd love company. It keeps her from thinking scary thoughts.

pointed-spoon.livejournal.com

"mutter mutterconspiraciesmutter muttersteal the clothes off an old mans backmutter muttercapitalists"

And then there's the clink of gold deposited on a smooth surface.

And then there's just Dworkin.

prone-to-panic.livejournal.com

Archie comes into the bar from out back. He didn't go far this afternoon, since it seems like the snow that's coming down isn't going to stop any time soon. He stomps the wet stuff off his boots as he comes in, picks up his tea from Bar, and heads over to the fire, and the nice comfy chair there waiting for him.

giftedthom.livejournal.com

*Sure, Sunday nights are for drinking.

Thom sits at the bar, idly swinging his legs and fingering the stem of a wineglass.*

jackdriscoll.livejournal.com

[ New York City, 1999.

Jack gets a visit from two very dear friends. There is cake, coffee, frank (if brief) discussion of sexuality, girl!snogging, a confused waiter, popcorn, and Adrien Brody in his underwear.

This OOM is rated Hi-C for "High levels of crack." ]

blue_ajah

First there is a silver gleam of light that slices through the air, then a few steps to the bar for tea and fruit, and finally a seat at her preferred table.

It looks to be a quiet evening for Moiraine Sedai, who is comfortably settled with a book of poetry instead of her research journal.

guppy_sandhu

"Yeah well you should have checked how much there was on your tab before you borrowed my guitar and played for three hours."

Guppy enters, smirking at a somewhat blistered psychiatric nurse behind him, who is too busy rubbing his fingers with ice to come in today. He heads over to the bar to get sandwiches then settles in a booth neat the infirmary.

The doctor is in

e_delmar

It isn't surprising, really, that there's a man near the fire, hat pulled down over his eyes, cigarette burning in his hand. It's possibly problematic, though, that he's on the verge of falling asleep.

just-a-soldier.livejournal.com

Aeryn is in the infirmary right now. Visit the patient! Ease the mun's boredom!

[[OOC: Slowtime available, though I'm here right now.]

velocitygirl

As quickly as she showed up yesterday, she's leaving today. Nothing packed, holding only the metal case.

She thinks about leaving notes. One for Face...saying she wanted to speak with him when she gets back. And of course, there would be one for Wes. Quick, short, sweet.

But she decides they need to know no more than what she's already divulged, so she leaves without a goodbye.

Hoping she'll be able to come back.

tibetanmethod

You'd think that cup of coffee held all the answers in the world from the way Cooper's got his eyes on it, sitting at a table near the bar.

young_tmriddle

The House of Arch owl leaves notes with Bar for Jane Eyre, Amy, Dr. Hawley J. Griffin, Ace, Meg Giry, Sallie Reynolds, Doyle, and Martha Sowerby.

The notes give each person the times which Door and Tom might meet them in Milliways and escort them to the House of Arch for their interviews. (ooc: which will be ongoing - just tag in and we'll ask you questions. If you have a character who'd be interested in a nanny or tutoring position in the House of Arch, apply here!)

forced-pilgrim.livejournal.com

There's a small reddish gold monkey sitting on the bar, eating a mango and watching the bar with bright, alert, slightly bloodshot eyes.

transgenic-max.livejournal.com

Slightly battered looking Max in the bar, though it might be hard to spot her around the stacks of newspapers she's sifting through. There are enough there to all but bury her if they topple.

As before, there doesn't seem to be a particular order in which she's going through them, though they may be ending up sorted once she's done. Somehow.

She could probably use a distraction. Just don't sneak up.

faithful-slayer.livejournal.com

Faith's in the bar, sitting at a corner booth with a cup of coffee and reading that Antarian etiquette book again, wearing headphones that are playing some very impolite music indeed.

She is, after all, still Faith.

twiststheblade

Coming to a decision, Miho approaches the Bar, and pulls a handful of bank cards out of her pocket. Tapping them into a stack, she places them in a pile on the polished wood.

"I'm not sure how much is there, Bar. Could you put any that's left over after my tab's paid off into. . . um, use it to help the Bound patrons out?"

The cards stay where they are.

Miho sighs. "I know they're not mine, but. . . That money was earned by exploiting children, trafficking drugs, all sorts of bad things. The men who earned it tried to kill me. I'd like it if they could help people, somehow. If you won't take it for me, maybe there's enough to help someone else."

A beat, and then the cards disappear. A moment, and then Miho's tab fades to zero. She smiles. "Thank you, Bar, I appreciate it."

She lights a cigarette, and turns, leaning both elbows on the Bar, and idly surveying the room.

path-that-rocks.livejournal.com

A tiny poof of ... smoke? mist? ... appears on the bartop. It resolves into a perfect three-inch-tall replica of one of the Milliways tables, with two chairs to scale.

In one of said chairs comes an even smaller poof of white cloud, dissipating to reveal a tiny white-robed figure with little feathery white wings, a halo, and a golden harp roughly the size of a Sacajawea dollar (circa early 21st century America).

In the other, almost simultaneously, comes a poof of flame, dissipating to reveal ... a tiny red-jumpsuited figure with little spiky red wings, horns, and a pitchfork that an ordinary human-sized patron might easily mistake for a salad fork if it weren't barbed.

Both of them are looking around in startlement. The red-clad one gives a short, dry laugh.

"What are the odds?"

deadirishdemon.livejournal.com

Doyle is in the bar, with tea and food.

Sitting very close to his 'HERE BE TEACHER YAR' sign.

(No, it doesn't really say that, but maybe it should.)

There's a picture of him on the sign, so he's easily picked out.

sistersxkeeper.livejournal.com

Anna's noticed the sign.

And counted how much change was in her pocket when she died.

And then she ordered a Coke, realising that, yes, that would not help her situation...until she got a note with it.

She beams. She really does love Campbell to death, and he deserves more hugs.

So Anna. Bar. Coke.

Come say hey!

[ooc: mun here for an hour, then slowtimes are a must. :D {now only an hour! :( }]

mogget_cat

*Yrael stretches sleepily as he wanders into the bar from the back corridor. A full weekend of nothing but Sleep is something everyone needs to experience, occasionally. This weekend was Yrael's.*

*Of course, seeing the note on tabs does calm his grin into a bemused smirk. He glances over at his tab, which, amazingly, isn't as high as he figured it would be. That's nice. It still means Yrael'll have to visit Belisaere again soon to retrieve some money to pay off his tab.*

*It won't be too bad, though. The Spring Festival will be held soon in Belisaere. Maybe Yrael could take a friend with him and they could join in the revelry.*

*For now, he settles on the couch with a cup of tea and An Enthusiast's Guide to the Lures and Snares of the Dark Arts by M. Alice Silverte.*

timsbooks.livejournal.com

There is a sign up, on a table.

"Need Cash Now? Ask me How!

Eccentric Man, Willing to pay BIG Bucks, For Small Work

No Sex or Telemarketing Required!

Pays in $$$CASH$$$"

And Tim is sitting behind it, without any costuming whatsoever. But he does have a pair of donkeys ears, where his own should be.

It's probably better not to ask which other parts he left.

conglomerelda

Outside, Elda is flying. Night flying isn't the best idea ever. But at least here there are lights from the inside of the bar to keep her bearings, as well as the moon showing dim through the clouds. And, there are no towers. Towers are convenient launching points, but rather dangerous obstacles in the dark, particularly if you don't have terrific night vision to begin with.

The air is cool, and the wind feels lovely under her wings. Elda gives a joyful cry and swoops down, performing a round of aerial acrobatics.

alwaysroomforhope

There's a Robin in the rafters, just for a change. She's a whirl of red, gold and green, whizzing through a series of improbably gymnastic manouevres from rafter to rafter. Feel free to interrupt her, though!

plant-alchemist.livejournal.com

Milliways was the very last place that Russell wanted to be at the moment. In fact, he could care less if he never saw the place again but, neverthelesss, it's where he is now. Russell obviously wasn't getting away that easily.

He stands stock still for a moment, taking in that fact that the door has disappeared again. He lets out a small sigh, damnit.

Russell walks casually over to a table near the back. To anyone who didn't know him, it would seem like he was completely at his ease.

...When in actuality, he was frantically trying to figure out how to avoid another certain young blond alchemist. If asked about it, he'll deny everything, of course.