milliways_bar | Mar. 15th, 2006

Mar. 15th, 2006

Standing outside, Duo is a black smudge against the white scenery. He had to go home and come back with snow gear before going outside, but he's enjoying it now.

The flakes are large and heavy and he catches a few on his tongue before giving a considering glance at the ground. Duo picks up a handful of snow and carefully packs it into a ball.

Well. Why not? Won't get a chance to do this again for months, after all.

With a widening grin, he starts to stockpile ammunition.

badinlatin

[In the infirmary: Mal and Red have a nice little chat after Simon leaves, timed to Monday night/wee Tuesday morning.]

gorlim.livejournal.com

[OOM: Fascets of frost - Gorlim holds on a little longer.]

timsbooks.livejournal.com

There comes a time in a man's life when he needs to stop putzing around, and do what he needs to do. And so it has come to that for Hellspawn. He's spent the entire day in his room, preparing.

So he's kinda upset by the snow storm. It messes with some of his plans. But he'll still go through with them. Out, into the snow, a sphere around him somehow clear of snow. Somehow? Magic, right? But it works. He seats himself by the lake, and begins to concentrate.

Like everything, even worlds have to start small. Between his hands, energy flows, stolen froma world not his own. Shaped by his mind, it flows, green and blue, earth-like. Yes, this is it.

He stands, walking back inside, his clothing changing as he passes through the doorway to his normal look the costume. He's moving slowly, his mind focused intently on the ball in his hands, on the detail, the life, the cities, the whole worldliness of it.

Now comes the hard part. Hellspawn stands before the door, and looks at it. And then procedes to speak to it.

"I may look like Him, but I'm not Him. You know that. I'm a superhero, not an Opener. I can't force you to open, I can't browbeat you, or threaten you. But i can ask. This needs to be done. This must come back. Please?"

A long moment passes, in which, if an inanimate thing could be said to think, the door definitely looks as if it is thinking. Considering.

And then it opens, into nothingness.

"Thank you."

He steps forward, hands out stretched, reaching into the nothingness. Carefully, very carefully, he lets the world go, and watches as it floats away.

For a moment, nothing happens. And then the darkness is replaced with a swirling void. Almost completely replaced. There is still a hole, a dark spot, shaped exactlly like him.

"And you need me. Of course."

Hellspawn glances around, takes a deep breath... and steps into the magic. And screams, his body stretching, expanding, being torn apart.

You would think, at a time like this, he would be screaming in pain. But no. It is a word.

"MMMMOOOOOLLLLLLLLLLLLLYYYYYYY!"

Although which of the three he knows, well, who knows?

The magic stabilises, shudders...and shows a large building, shaped like the letters "MY." And then the door slams shut.

oldestcharmed1.livejournal.com

Prue is sitting in a booth with a large book. If any of her sisters come by they may recognize it as it has an odd resemblence to the Book of Shadows back home. This is a book that makes War and Peace look like a short story. There are drawing of demonic figures and faces and writting that goes along with it but you would have to get close enough to attrack attention in order to see that. She is content scribiling on the page that is before her. On the page to the side is a a black and red faced demon and at the top of the page in big letter is Belthazor.

Their is coffee and a bagel to her right. Come and chat the work aholic could use a break.

archimedes19.livejournal.com

An oldman walks into the bar from his room upstairs bundled up in his toga and cloak. There are parchments in his hand as he takes a seat he has gotten so used to the door not being there after all these months that he doesn't even look anymore. Taking a seat at the bar he starts working on the parchemnt before him. Old man Archimedes is in the bar at least until he notices that the door is back so catch him while you can.

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

Tucked in an armchair, looking obscenely awake for this hour in the morning, the bar is graced with a Jack.

Approach him, of course, and you might feel a slight drop in temperature in the surrounding air.

But his smile is bright, and seems to be inviting conversation.

[ooc: mun's connection is dodgy, but if you feel brave enough to risk sporadic/slowtime, please tag away]

witchy-rebel.livejournal.com

Morgan is Sulking. Not an unusual state of being for a teenage girl, really, but she's sulking for a very good reason.

She can finally start pottering around in the garden, and the weather had the sheer audacity to dump a blizzard on everything. So, she's curled up (as much as she can) on the couch by the fireplace, muttering darkly to herself in Cornish about magic trying to take itself far too seriously...

Current Mood: grumpy

inquisitivehero

Hank sits at the Bar, large steaming mug of coffee held in both hands.

It has been, without a doubt, a very, very, very long week. A very long, very annoying week. And things are only getting worse.

Hank had begun to wonder which God the X-Men had pissed off this time, but then he remembered how many of them the team had fought and just gave up trying to figure it out.

One way or another, despite the work load and craziness, Hank was in the Bar, having managed to get back during the day for once.

So, Hank, Coffee, Bar.

pendragon-son.livejournal.com

So, the door opens and in walks a prince. No book this time, just a sword on his belt. His boots are muddy, and he's flushed.

What are the odds that he opened the door to Milliways instead of back inside after practice?

fathers-cleric.livejournal.com

There's a Cleric in the bar.

Or an ex Cleric depending on how you look at it. Robbie's off in the corner with a book reading. Both family members enjoying their vacation.

He's studying the "tab" notice with a worried frown.

Current Mood: worried

awesome_lilly

Lilly's back. Coffee, the past Sunday's edition of Say True, and oh yeah. A sign.

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.

[OOC: post is locked to anyone who tagged backroom post with interest, but if you'd like to talk to her and haven't tagged yet, or inexplicably do not want to be a whore, reporter, bouncer, etc, just ping 'da emmy gee' on aim. Thanks!]

[ETA: ack! whorethreadzilla strikes again. post locked now, please.]

[ETA3: Okay, brain and finger death. Must call slowtimes, will tag when I can.]

not-one-drop.livejournal.com

[ooc: Mal dreams, and has his first panic attack/breakdown. He starts to figure out that there's something wrong with him. The next day, Mal decides to find his door and leave, but unfortunatly goes out the door to the lake instead, and is turned to dust by the sunlight. Aubrey assists him, and is suprised to find that Mal is actually a girl. Talking and bonding ensue, but then Mal falls and gets a nosebleed. The blood triggers another attack, and she confesses to Aubrey that she's reverting back to blood (slowtimed). After, Mal chats to Shufti, but lcannot keep ahold of his cravings and has a panic attack. Shufti calls a doctor, who brings Mal to the infirmary. Next day, Mal finds Guppy and asks to be put in the cells for the duration of the withdrawal process, as he attempts to switch back to coffee. Guppy agrees, but asks to talk to him privatly in his office. Mal cuts himself, goes into a ful bloodlust, and attacks GUppy. He is then jailed. Guppy assists him with the withdrawal symptoms, and quiet talk happens. Mal then mostly sleeps for the next week, before waking and wishing company. ]

faithful-slayer.livejournal.com

Faith's in the bar, once again in a corner booth buried behind a stack of Antarian books - etiquette, history, culture, and the like.

There are headphones, and coffee.

precocioustilda.livejournal.com

Matilda is at a table with the most luxurious waffle you have ever seen and a large book entitled, of all things, Everything There Is To Know About Waffles. Feel free to strike up a conversation; in between bites of glorious waffle heaven she's feeling quite sociable at the moment.

bloodyrockgod

Charlie at the piano, playing long and slow variations on Nobody Knows and Nobody Seems to Care.

Just seems like one of those days, dunnit? What with the weather and all . . .

[ooc: may have to slowtime due to work-shaped things.]

no-comb-shep.livejournal.com

Sheppard still has to scrounge up some money to pay for his tab, and so far, he hasn't had any luck. Fortunately, he has an Idea. He also has a a few large crates nearby that make gobbling noises every now and then, as well as a sign on the table that reads:

Fight the turkeys - $5
Last three minutes without bleeding, get your money back
No killing

Will also haggle

The attempt to barter the turkeys might've been a bust, but that doesn't mean he's going to give up on the idea of making some money off of them. After all, his options are rather limited right now.

prone-to-panic.livejournal.com

Archie's in the bar. He's got his tea, and he's watching the patrons. No, he's not being nosey, he's just doing his job. Making sure that nothing is amiss. His badge isn't readily apparent, but then, it rarely is. Doesn't mean it isn't there.

Come say hi!

((OOC: Mun is off to work, back in a few hours. Slowtime is love.))

lt-naraht.livejournal.com

Naraht's in the Bar. Having thought things over, he's looking for a source of income. To that end, another sign joins the myriad on the bulletin board.

Hire A Horta

Silicon-based lifeform available with expertise in multiple areas: mining, rock-carving, excavation, geological assay, chemical analysis, circuitry troubleshooting and repair, hazardous material disposal, bio-maths and Klingon linguistics.

Reasonable rates. See Lt. Dahai Iohor Naraht for details. Just look for the big boulder.

That done, he heads to his regular table with a tray of granite.

bohemian-mark.livejournal.com

He should have known. The Ides of March, right before the Oscars. It wasn't a good day to leave the Loft. However, falling down a flight of stairs, almost getting run over by two taxis and a bus, knocking into half a score of people on the subway, and spilling developing liquid on a paper later, Mark is ready for a break. Doesn't exactly explain why he's flinging the door to the bar open, then slamming it behind him, though. Might want to ask.
This boy could use some Stoli
Then again, it just looks like he needs a drink.

jedipilot.livejournal.com

A year ago, a rather confused ~~and worried~~ Jedi and pilot walked in to a bar at the end of the universe. Lieutenant Colonel Jaina Solo had been en route to Denon, and never quite made it there as soon as she had planned.

Even if it's been more than a year for Jaina, over six by last count, this one year that passed in Milliways has changed her life in more ways than she can count.

Now, Jaina walks down from upstairs from tinkering with one of the simulators. Before going to her normal booth, Jaina hobbles over by the bar and deposits a couple of credit chips to cover both her's and Jagged's tabs. Then, she wanders over to her normal booth, resting her crutches against the table and resting her leg on the seat across from her.

She takes out a datapad from her pocket, orders a Corellian ale from a passing waitrat, and begins to write something in the datapad. Like when she first arrived, Milliways isn't the place she had planned to be right now. But this time, Jedi Jaina Fel doesn't care.

It's become a home. And that's what counts the most to her.

[ooc: When I joined this game, I never expected that I'd play as long as I have. It's been a fun year, and thank you to anyone who's ever played with any of my pups, be it Jaina, Zekk, Liz, Gavin, Kate, Chloe, or Klinger. It's been great. :D]

melcene-beloved.livejournal.com

A small sign:

Sewing or mending. Can clean, spin thread, and will weave if provided with a loom. Can read or write; also does caligraphy. Also willing to provide a small cleaning or laundry service if requested.

Note: According to Small Business Law 2423 Subsection 21 of the Island of Melcene and the Greater Mercantile Regions of the Mallorean Empire, providing a service without requiring payment is not considered a business. Donations, however, would be appreciated for whatever reason.
Behind the small sign, a small, pretty girl sipping on a cup of tea.

...she hasn't seen Zakath for a while and she's nothing if not financially aware.

maydaybrat.livejournal.com

Well, he had been in a good mood.

Then he talked to Narcissa Malfoy. Amazing where that good mood went. So, moody dead prince at the bar. He hasn't noticed that Ramon's put him on his tab for drinks yet. It'll be something to cheer him up.

wine-women-song.livejournal.com

*Spring is coming, and soon the nymphs will play.

But how can the nymphs play without something to rouse them from their sleep?

Entering through the front door and bounding over to the bar itself, Dionysus makes a one-two onto a barstool and then sits on the bar. He pulls out a long, double piped flute and begins to play a somewhat merry tune, illiciting visions of deep forest frolicking and perhaps an older, more base tone of life.

Looking about the bar as he plays, 'Nysus relaxes, content that he's back one again.*

amanda-darieux.livejournal.com

Walking in from her three week stay in Borogravia Amadna walks through the door with Shufti and returns the young girls hug.

"Anytime." she informs the young girl. Watching her make her way towards the fire with knitting needles. Smiling she goes and finds a seat. Observing the many notices that have been put up.

Shufti had her own <a href="http://community.livejournal.com/milliways_bar/11642907.html>Entrance Post</a> <small>[OOC: This post marks Amanda's return. However at the moment her mun must flee. Will check later and if tagged will respond when I can but will be stuck in traffic for a long time. Please don't let that keep you from tagging I just want you to be warned.]</small>

man-of-all-work.livejournal.com

"Lavender's blue," Perry whistles, pink-cheeked from a romp out in the snow, "rosemary's green." He holds up a string of blue and green and periwinkle-purple beads, and looks at them critically. A slice of untouched lemon cake sits nearby, along with a cup of tea, rather more depleted than the cake.

He doesn't seem at all likely to eat the cake, after all. And he would likely be more than willing to share.

the4thsister.livejournal.com

Paige walks into the Bar, carrying only one thing, her credit card. She isn't planning on staying long, she's enjoying being back home, with her own sisters and her nephew Wyatt and Dave of course and even the demons, she'd actually missed the demons.

Stepping up to the bar she places the credit card on the top, "take the whole tab off please Bar," she says wincing, $3000 is a lot of money when all you're doing is temp work.

The card disappears then reappears with a note saying 'declined, please call your bank.'

Paige stares at it for a moment, then sighs. Looks like her bar tab won't be getting paid today then.

Current Mood: annoyed

guppy_sandhu

[oom: Room 147. Abs and Guppy talk. And shout a bit. Some swearing.]

Guppy comes down the stairs and heads straight out of the back door, not wearing a coat or anything sensible like that. He walks through the snow, preoccupied with too much in his mind. Abs follows him down the stairs, but goes out of the door back to Holby.

About three quarters of an hour later Guppy comes back in and heads straight for the fire to warm his cold hands and dry off his damp clothes. He keeps his eyes on the flames rather than the other patrons.

[ooc: ~~Mun has unexpectedly been yoinked off to go choose some shelves. Back in half an hour.~~ Gone swimming back later]

white_flowers

[OOM: Once upon a time in Wales, there was a woman of white flowers who became an enemy of the birds of the air.

Some things don't change, but some things do.

In an emerald castle beyond the outskirts of Time, Blodwen Rowlands twists the old story to her own ends.]

http://users.livejournal.com/_pale_ghost_/

Stretched out sideways in a chair, his legs hang off one armrest while his head was resting back against the other. Shimmery bottle of nailpolish trapped between his fingers. The tip of his tongue poked out to wet his bottom lip as Ghost concentrated, willing his hands to still as he slowly swiped polish across his nail. The black brush fanned out with the light pressure, spreading slickly and leaving a milky iridescence. Like an opal.

Some humming, spinning snippets of words, weaving a song and wondering if. . .

Opalescence was even a word.

callmefelicia.livejournal.com

Adam appears from the staff quarters, in drag, and settles at the bar with a vodka tonic.

gone_byebye

The front door opens, and Ray slips in. For once, he's not covered in slime. Possibly the fact that he appears to be giving off smoke from several parts of his uniform jumpsuit might have something to do with that. It's something of an improvement, given that he doesn't actually appear to be on fire.

Or at least, if he is, it's not enough of a fire to distract him from getting breakfast and coffee from the Bar.

asar-suti.livejournal.com

Asar-Suti had risked just one look outside, noted the effects the blizzard still had on the garden, and gave up on gardening for today.

Instead, he retreated to the fire and brooded. People were a bit upset, he noticed, and there were more signs on the notice board; then, he remebered yesterday's conversation with Fuchsia, and then thought of a way to alleviate his boredom.

So he conjured pen and paper, and carefully wote out the following message.

"Give a man a fish, and he'll have enough to eat for a day; teach the man how to fish, and he'll have enough to eat for the rest of his life." Proverb allegedly from the Earth area called China.-

Are you still at a total loss as to what to do about your tab?
Well, I'm not hiring anybody. But just today, because of the bad weather, I'll offer free consulting - come talk to me, and I'll help you find something you can do to deal with that problem.

- Asar-Suti

He went to pin that to the notice board, and returned to his favourite chair by the fireplace, near the trilobite tank, with a book and coffee, hoping to be disturbed.

beyond-therest.livejournal.com

Virtually unknown patron in the bar. Sure, she knows the whole back story and the rules...but the patrons? She always been more of the quiet type. She remains where she been a majority of her very short time here, seated on the floor, her back against an empty wall. Her cigarette burns as she secretly sweeps a pile of the previously remaining ashes under a rug.

Ashtrays, I'm too lazy for that. It would require getting up and I really don't feel like moving.

yankeedoodle_dr

Hawkeye is, once again, whistling a nursery rhyme to himself as he enters the bar. He stops when he realises where he is, and grins quickly before heading over to Bar.

The bar tab notice gets a quick mock-glare, then he fishes in his pocket for a handful of cash and deposits it on the bar top.

With another few coins, he orders himself a scotch, and turns a little to watch the bar as a whole.

undignified

That whole 'only buy what you need' thing, what with tabs, doesn't seem to have lasted long.

Ah, Oreos are an essential purchase, right?

Wes at the Bar, twisting the cookies apart and sticking the cream halves together, munching one every so often.

He might share. Then again, he might not.

Mmm. Cookies.

gentleprince.livejournal.com

As afternoon stretches into evening, twilight but an hour away or less, the prince finds his way down to the bar. He's wearing a fur-lined cloak over his usual attire, dressed to face the frozen wind outside; but for the moment, he bears no sword, and his Security badge is hidden. He stands with his eyes cast over the crowd, seeking one familiar face in all the chaos...

[ooc: Locked to Boromir, please!]

missginnytonic.livejournal.com

Ginny is in the bar.. she is looking like she's had alot of rest she is smiling she can be bothered

[ooc: Ginny Mun has family show up randomly but she will answer just may be slow]

seker-pride.livejournal.com

~~By popular request—if by "popular request" you mean a mun, her puppet and two letters asking where someone is that is... >:P~~

Strahan's sitting in a booth that, this time, is not near a fireplace or any other such device. He is not sitting in the library and he is not reading a book.

What he is doing is plugging away at his laptop—yes the same laptop he received from Cypher a few months back—and is learning how to surf the web while figuring out what a Gmail is and how to get one. After that he might go for something like "instant messaging" but for now someone should explain boolean logic to him and how it applies to the web.

And how to get an email address.

Because I'm sure his friends here would like to message him from across the bar. ^________^

Hey. Milliways is big...

Current Mood: dorky

blueskinnedboy.livejournal.com

Butter-stealing, cowherd-seducing, flute-playing, yoga-teaching, frequently-blue deity inna bar.

With martini.

lordofravens.livejournal.com

Well. Where have you been brother Raven?

Outside braving the blizzard? No?

Inside watching the patrons? Maybe?

Are you up for chatting? I should hope so.

Because into Milliways you go!

Current Mood: cold

ways-lust.livejournal.com

Lust is sitting at the bar, a cup of coffee in front of her. Idly she occasionally sips from it but mostly it's there for her to contemplate.

creator_raven

[OOM: In which Raven goes visiting, and Blodwen makes him very welcome.]

creator_raven

Out by the lake, in the snow, someone is making a hole in the air. It widens suddenly, limned in faint green light as a tall black-clad figure darts out of it.

He makes it a step or two before stumbling, going to one knee in the snow, catching himself on one quickly outflung arm. Raven stays that way for a moment, breathing deep, then pushes himself up into a crouch. The cracks in his skin are stark in the moonlight.

He takes another breath, dark eyes fixed on the lake--or perhaps somewhere beyond the lake. Occasionally he shivers.

And gradually the snow around him begins to melt.

eilinel.livejournal.com

It's snowing outside.

This doesn't make Eilinel's rosebushes happy at all. They were just beginning to bud, and then the weather came and ruined it again.

If the rosebushes are not happy, then she is not particularly pleased either.

Sitting at a table eating soup and giving the baby her whey is the best thing to do in this situation, obviously.

gravity_shifter

Sikozu is walking along the ceiling tonight. It's practical, really. Far less crowded than the floor and she can watch far more people this way.

One does what one has to when one is on Security.

Feel free to boggle, wave, or yell for help.

beautiful_ann

[OOM: A day on set, on the Venture. Currently slowtimed.]

subtle-will.livejournal.com

He's been in for a while, the quiet young man seated at the Bar, drinking tea and making notes in pencil on a pad of paper while he reads, but Will Parry has never been someone who draws attention, and it is easier to study when no one is attempting to talk with you, anyway.

But his studies are done, for now, and he turns to watch the patrons, sipping his tea while the shadow-dark cat beside him sets to work cleaning her paws.

An arduous task.

k_in_black

It starts with a vial containing a strange black oil. Agent K brings it to Milliways to show Ray Stanz and Peter Venkman. MiB suspects the oil is sentient, but does it have a PKE reading too? Ray agrees to run some tests, and disturbed by what he finds, asks Tahiri if she knows of anything like it on her world. Meanwhile, K mentions the Oil to the Doctor.

Back on K's world, the MiB search the planet for more signs of the oil, but weeks pass with no luck. Then Ray gets a fright when his nephew has a strange reaction to the oil, and soon after that, Mulder and Scully arrive in the bar (and have a tense First Contact with a Man in Black).

A worried Ray talks with Qui-Gon about the oil. Then K returns with news of a crisis: two MiBs sent to investigate a Harvard psychiatrist have gone missing.

Ray and Peter immediately agree to help, and the three men head for Harvard, where Peter Venkman barely survives ~~major crack~~ a horrible fate. After a quick chase, K, Ray, and Peter catch the psychiatrist, but when they start asking him questions, things go very, very wrong.

balletrat

*Meg's sitting at a booth in the bar, scribbling furiously on a piece of paper which is covered in disorganized notations in French, occasionally accompanied by a scribble of a diagram.

She looks focused and animated, and her eyes are bright.

Someone's in a good mood.*

mollyprewett.livejournal.com

Molly's a bit bored this evening. It's too cold to go outside for long, and she'd read her textbooks backward and forward and probably upside down.

So? She's at a table with a view of the back door, with a full tea pot and a plate of biscuits that she hasn't touched. She's got her wand out, and is idly turning the salt and peppper shaker into random objects or small animals.

Would you like to see? She takes requests!

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

Tab comfortably paid off, Jack now rests happily in a booth near the middle of the bar, keeping an eye out for familiar faces.

He has money. So he has a glass of water that he's playing with. In that making it crawl about and sprout tendrils, occasionally turning into an insect like thing. There's also a plate of dried apricots.

All the while, he keeps a watchful eye out across the bar.

shang-dragon.livejournal.com

There's a note posted on the notice boards both in the bar and in the office.

Security Personnel
There will be a Security meeting this Sunday in the office. All officers are expected to attend.

~ Liam

guppy_sandhu

Guppy glares at the bar.

"Why can't I have more alcohol?"

'Because you asked me not to give you any more than two units in one night.'

Guppy sighs and drinks his orange juice. Slowly.

Over the other side of the bar, Abs is watching him. Discreetly.

balletrat

[OOM: Last Saturday, Meg and Kitty, by the lake.]

playintheblues.livejournal.com

It's that strange boy who plays with toys like a real sword that's almost as big as he is and wears that blue cape that's too big for him.

Ooooh, but he has a horn this time! Maybe he'd play if you ask him nicely.

jack_f_twist

[OOM: Even in a place wholly unknown and confusing and endless, there's always the promise of home, and someone to share it with. Or maybe that someone is what makes it home. Maybe it isn't the tent or the fire or the horses, but Ennis and Jack get out of the bar for a while, and maybe that's all that really matters.]

pee-jee.livejournal.com

PeeJee isn't exactly unconcerned about her tab, but... well, it's a tab. And being in Milliways for the first time in...

... if she thinks too hard about how long she hasn't been here, she'll be sad.

So instead there is the sacrificial, if temporary, offering of the Credit Card to the Bar, the purchase of a beer, and PeeJee, looking for familiar faces. Or new ones. Whatever.

mommywitch.livejournal.com

Now here's someone we haven't seen in awhile.
Piper's coming down the stairs - she must've found her room.

jackdriscoll.livejournal.com

[ New York City, 1999:
A discourse on living, over ice and coffee. Jack Driscoll meets a stranger who has some advice for him. ]

angela-edmunds.livejournal.com

Angela is in the bar, writing.

She's writing a new story, which means that her writing is quick and sloppy, mostly looking like Sanskrit with some barely intelligible shorthand symbols mixed in.

Every so often, she stares out at the Observation Window, then bends back down to her paper, writing furiously.

She's dressed beautifully again. She won't be caught in sloppy clothing anymore. The remains of a salad are on a plate next to her, and she has a glass of water.

Yes, she's also changed her diet substantially.

She's determined to be as perfect as she can be. Something had to change.

And that something had to be her.

mogget_cat

*I'm sorry, did you think that this particular chair in front of the fireplace was yours?*

*It seems that Yrael thought otherwise. With his head about half a foot from the floor and his bare feet in the air off the back of the chair, he's lounging upsidedown. This book that Bar gave him on Tuvan throat-singing is truly fascinating. He did not know that it was possible for normal human vocal chords to sing more than one note at a time.*

*Come ~~topple him~~ say hi.*

shufti

The door opens and two figures walk in. One, an obviously pregnant teen (29 and a half weeks) by the name of Shufti. She looks a little pale and still skinny, having spent quite a bit of the three weeks in bed. She hugs and thanks her companion, gets a glass of milk then settles by the fire to knit.

The other figure is Amanda ~~who gets her own entrance post a little further up~~

So. Pregnant teen. Fire. Knitting. Have at.

stilljustandrew

*Andrew comes downstairs, looking a little pensive.*

*He doesn't actually have his camcorder with him, but he's been watching a few of his later tapes. He's just finished the last one, in fact.*

*No, don't worry, he's not doing the Morass Of Guilt thing. Just pondering, as he orders a drink and takes a seat at a table on how much has changed since then. How much he's changed since then.*

*The drink's a chocolate milkshake. He hasn't changed that much in certain ways.*

*Come say hi.*

laughing-flower.livejournal.com

Have you ever heard a hare roar?

No?

How about singing? Have you ever heard a hare sing?

My, what a dreadfully underexperienced lot you are.

That sound? The warbling, decidedly off-key sound, coming through the thick wood of the front door?

That is a hare singing. Don't say I didn't warn you.

The front door is flung open, and a hare, all done up formally in a green military tunic and all her badges shining bright, swaggers into the bar. Why yes, hares can swagger too. She's just a mite bit tipsy, probably something to do with testing the contents of various barrels down in the cellars with the old Foremole. Wonderful gentlebeast, Foremole. Excellent taste in elderberry wine.

So now Rosie is singing, which isn't quite as bad as her laughing, but not by much. Unsurprisingly, the song is about food. What else do you expect a respectable young haremaid to sing about? Such filthy minds you all have.

nonookie4u.livejournal.com

Greek lady inna bar, with child and her new obsession, tea. She's decided maybe being social is not so bad after all. She's in her finest garb again, and stitching some new clothes for six-month-old Elpida, who's sleeping by her side on the couch.

sir-mouse.livejournal.com

The front door of Milliways swings open, revealing a dark brown, hip-high mouse witha golden circlet over his ears and a jaunty feather over his right ear, and a rapier strapped to his waist.
"Your Grace, we have need of you..."
His eyes go round as he examines the inside of the Bar with rapt attention.
"What manner of place is this?"
He draws his sword, at the ready for treachery.
Reepicheep the mouse has entered the bar!

north-witch.livejournal.com

[OOM: In which Serafina runs an errand.]

Serafina steps into the bar, Kaisa on her shoulder as usual, and crosses to the Bar itself. Reaching into a rabbit-skin pouch that hangs from her waist, she withdraws several bills and lays them on the bar.

"I believe this should be enough to clear the tab I have accumulated, and to cover my expenses for the near future."

So Dr. Lanselius said when she told him the amount needed, in any case. Judging from the way her tab drops, he was right. Looking satisfied, Serafina orders a glass of wine and settles onto a barstool with it, glancing around.

moroccofor1year.livejournal.com

*A blonde dances into the bar not knowing that she is in a bar. She's humming Betales songs toherself. She finishes a verse and looks around. She smiles then starts looking for people to talk to. Indulge her with your company.*

winged-defender.livejournal.com

You may not have seen Peach much in the last month or two, but she's definitely been around. Yup. You just weren't paying attention.

Tonight she's perched on the mantel, industriously shredding a stack of napkins and scattering the resulting confetti.