milliways_bar | Mar. 16th, 2006

Mar. 16th, 2006

She asked Edmund to let people know. And she trusts that he will, but she also knows he doesn't know everyone who might need to know.

So Kitty leaves a note on the bulletin board.

Short, bittersweet, and to the point.

The Pryde-Pevensie wedding is ~~canceled~~ ~~postponed indefinitely~~ on hold.

We apologize for this inconvenience. Technical difficulties will be resolved, and more information will be given out soon.

And that's all there is to it.

jack_f_twist

Amazing, what one camping trip can do for a man, and Jack is relaxed, slouched on the couch by the fire with a cigarette dangling from his lips and his hat tilted over his eyes. One hand, though, taps his thigh, and, were you able to see his eyes under his hat brim, you might notice the preoccupied expression.

But there is otherwise no outward sign, and smoke drifts lazily up towards the ceiling in a cloud.

[OOC: Locked to Desire]

gorlim.livejournal.com

There's a thin, gaunt ex-warrior sitting by the window. Not the window, just a window facing the lake. He's looking out at the snow. Not doing anything. Not drinking anything.

Just... looking.

kings-guard.livejournal.com

Athos has been around. No, really. Mainly in the background, staying silent in the way he usually does.

It's a little different this evening. The sign prominently displayed on the bar is an immediate source of worry, for the Musketeer is Bound, has no means of settling his tab and not a franc to his name.

It's a situation he's been in many times before. And, as on those previous occasions, he retires to think upon a solution. With six bottles of good French wine, obviously.

timsbooks.livejournal.com

The door does not open. In fact, it steadfastly refuses to open. Especially on any scene of an island with the letters MY as a building. Nope, that ain't happening.

But it does seem as if Milliways likes having a Tim Hunter around. when one isn't there, a void is formed, and a pull is sent out. First time that happened, we got the other. Second Time? Hellspawn. And this time around...

Nah, just kidding around, it's the Real Timtm fading into existance by the bar, muttering to himself.

"So, if I can get another five to this next world, that'll be a fairly good... oh, hey, Milliways! that other guy musta left, huh?"

magius-unlocked.livejournal.com

Magius sits, watching the snow falling out back, and pondering with a glass of wine in his hands.

emersonson.livejournal.com

News has finally reached the reclusive Ramses that the Head Barman is finally calling in all tabs. Financial responsibility is enough to coax him back into the main bar, where, after a brief consultation with the Bar and an attempt covince a remarkably stubborn piece of wood to access his personal accounts in Cairo or London, he orders a cup of tea and the latest copy of his favorite linguistics journal. By 'latest', of course, one means the next one he's expecting, not something from the common 'modern' era.

If he's going to be in debt, he might as well be comfortable.

short--round.livejournal.com

Short Round is huddled up near the fire, empty milkshake glass sitting nearby. His eyes watching the flickering flames as he lays there.

Gabriel Knight is up at the bar, with bottle of aspirin and a glass of water that bar provided. The water has hardly been touched.

Jill Pole is in a big, comfy chair near the fire and reading a book.

Come...have at...just remember that mun is at work and will tag when she can.

lore-spinner.livejournal.com

Enter Spider, from outside.

Well, from the shack he shares with Jaybird, who has beaten him here.

Spider does not like snow either. But it will be spring soon, and that leaves time for growth, and that's enough for him.

Like, say, the growth that is currrently extending from his fingertips -- the silken threads in his hands are presently spelling 'SO THERE.'

He's making signs. Or maybe he's just re-read Charlotte's Web.

virii-twins.livejournal.com

The twins had apparently been out in the snow, likely sparring. They weren't dripping any longer, but there was still the impression that they were damp.

They were sitting in front of the fire, steaming occasionally, though whether it was just evaporating snow, or if it was just the way they were was difficult to say.

They were playing mancala, a game traditionally played with rocks or seeds or bottlecaps, but Bar had given them one with brightly colored marbles in a laquered board, all a riot of color against their pale fingers. This amused them.

They occasionally scanned the bar over the other's shoulder, back and forth. Go ahead and interrupt them though.

(~~mun's at work, but the Twins, as ever, are demanding, patchy tags probable, Lunchtime, got twenny minutes, then~~ Gone until late, if slowtime's good with you, g'head and tag)

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

Well, there's Jack.

Why on Earth not?

He is where he always is.

He is where he should be.
(in a booth with icecream, in case you were wondering)
This is his favourite place, after all.

But if you want to come and be where he is, he shall not complain.

somnium-sum.livejournal.com

[Out of Milliways, Roiben gives a gift.]

oldestcharmed1.livejournal.com

There might not be anyone standing by the Noticeboard or maybe there is. Eitherway there is a glow of warm heavenly light. When this has faded there is a Note onthe bulletin board.

Weddings, Birthdays, etc.
Get yourself a Professional Photographer
Look for Prue Halliwell (picture inserted here-see icon)
Or leave a note with Lovely Lady Bar.

It has been enchanted to be read in everyone's native lanuage.

the-silver-lady.livejournal.com

And there is an Elf, humming a gentle song, sitting near an observation window.

Her latest piece is almost finished, her fingers moving busily.

Celebrian would welcome company.

syfte.livejournal.com

When the door to the bar opens, the blonde woman in her mid-twenties, camera around her neck and purse sung around her shoulder, stops.

And stares.

Because it's been a while since she's been here -- almost too much of a while. She knew better than to think it wasn't real, as it wasn't back to Trondheim she'd gone, but she had begun to think -- and in some ways even hope -- that she wouldn't see the place again.

That was the past, though.

Now, it's almost a pleasant surprise, and Syfte Wiggin, now older and stronger, sits down and orders a drink.

[The only way to unbreak her was to let her get on with life for a few years. Good news: it worked.]

oldestcharmed1.livejournal.com

A few hours after this one can find a women that matches the photo precisely sitting at a booth with a sign.

Professional Photographer is In the Bar

She has a professional manual camera sitting next to her along with a large book of Photo's (her portfolio)

bohemian-mark.livejournal.com

The bar was not necissarily the place Mark had intended to spend the night, but as he got caught up in something he was doing, he stayed anyway. That might explain, then, why there's a filmmaker in a t-shirt leaning over a AV machine, screening film of the bar. If you've been around for a while, there's a good chance that you might see yourself. It's also likely that the film shows either Angel, a potted plant, the lake, or stars. Take your pick.
But he's got great footage, which he's cut together to screen tonight!
Come on over. Mark loves explaining what he does.

namo

[OOM: Before the blizzard, Námo visits a sleeping Nerdanel where he ponders his son.

During the blizzard, the Vala is outside by the lake, where he comes to some painful decisions before returning to Lee and sleep.

And, a random thing for Nerdanel, a morning chat between the pregnant Elf and Ecthelion about nothing much.

This is what happens when the mun has no internet and muses demanding to be played.]

namo

Because the mun is an idiot, the entrance is modified.

After four days of seclusion, the Vala has ventured downstairs into the bar.

He has noticed the sign regarding tabs. A few months ago, he had settled Lee's tab with some to spare, as well as his own, but now he thought about the others around him. He removes various articles of jewelry from his person and they are placed on Bar's surface.

"Please apply this to the tabs of Nerdanel, Ecthelion and Maglor."

The jewelry disappears and the tabs are adjusted appropriately.

He nods, thanking her and heads to a booth. Once there, he settles with a glass of wine in hand and a tray of fruit and cheese, which remains untouched.

He'd welcome company and conversation.

lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com

Elsewhere and/or -when (depending on your Millitime) Lilly is talking about land that allows her to mess with people's minds.

Here and now, the visible representation of such is shaking his head and indulging in a half-glass of wine.

He's in jeans and a long-sleeved T-shirt instead of the usual robes of fire and nightmare, and sprawling in the throne that changes form with every blink of viewing eyes. Mostly, though, it seems to be stuck in a variety of "armchair" configurations, with the occasional segue into the regal (gold and gems), impractical (glass), painful (swords and daggers), or just plain weird (cough drops and jars of honey?).

nerdanel_the_wise

She has been abed for the last week or so -- maybe less, but to her it feels like a month.

With Ecthelion's help, she made it down the stairs and to a sofa before he went off to do... whatever it was he did during the day. She is tucked in under a quilt, a glass of water nearby, and she is lightly dozing. Nerdanel is thinner in the face and upper body, all belly and no meat. She is also deathly pale, but her lips are still curved in a small smile.

Feel free to wake the pregnant Elf.

osuwarigirl.livejournal.com

One not!Kikyo inna bar, sipping at a cup of hot tea and looking rather bored.

Feel free to approach. She looks like she could use some company today.

watcher-g-man.livejournal.com

(Millitimed to earlier this week)

Giles had finished his conversation, and stepped through the door. On the other side, some of the new Watcher's Council headquarters could be seen. Also a Slayer there asking, "Mr. Giles? Did you forget something?"

He just smiled as he stepped through, "Yes, yes, I did." And the door closed behind him.

velocitygirl

[OOM 5: Almost Done. This mission's been hell. Let's make it just that much more worse.
OOM 6: Hey, Wanna Job? Think long and hard, Ms. Forge.]

The door opens and Inyri Forge steps in. If you saw her last week when she entered mid-mission, then she'll look nothing like she had then. She looks healthy, and most of all, happy.

She's wearing a black dress, fit for a party...which was where she was going, when she was pulled suddenly back here. She half smiles, softly, before going to take a seat in an armchair.

witchy-rebel.livejournal.com

It's snowing outside. Blowing a blizard, with wind and snow and Jadis showed her how to ask the snow to obey her but that's not the point, really. The point is that it is the middle of March.

Spring.

When she can run around outside in the green, breath in the air and new life. She's too much her mother's daughter not to want to, not to need.

Morgan's been inside too long, and her feet are itching for the cool ground and her mind is itching under feelings of trappedcan'tgocagedspring should be here. But Spring, May Day, means that her son will be here, and in her heart of hearts, Morgan doesn't want him to come. Not really. Can't keep him safe, can't take care of him, can't can't can't...

So, the princess is sitting on the couch by the fire, spinning light and wool and thought into glittering thread.

Current Mood: discontent

not-ho-chunk.livejournal.com

Wisakedjak comes inside from the lake, glancing quickly around the room to see if Raven's there.

Not seeing him, he settles by the Bar with a plate of breakfast.

guppy_sandhu

Guppy comes in from Holby looking a little more awake today. He gets tea and a cherry and sultana scone before settling in front of the fire with a large pile of paperwork. And a sign.

The doctor is in

reluctantcleric.livejournal.com

Errol Partridge was in the bar, sitting at the bar actually, and eyeing the tab board with great concern. There was no way for him to leave, so he needed a job somehow. But what could he do with his unusual qualifications?

Anybody want to reassure the dead Cleric, or make an offer he can't refuse?

prince-arithon.livejournal.com

The most diminutive member of Security currently in bar.

Actually Mel may, possibly, be an inch taller than he is.

He's totally got "smallest male on security" sewn up, though.

captain-emerald.livejournal.com

Rimmer wanders down for the first time in a while since paying his fellow crew and his own bills off. He's ordering something to eat from bar to pass the time as he sits as he's planning a trip back to the Starbug to see if it was indeed not destroyed as Kryten had mentioned. He's more than willing to being bothered.

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

All elbows and knees, he was curled up in a chair. One thin arm moved, the muscles tensing for a second before sliding under his head, fingers curled loosely. Long golden lashes twitched, eyelids flickered, dreaming of a before time.

somnium-sum.livejournal.com

As above, so below, place your bets
Which way the head will roll
The door opened, and he came through. Silver hair caught back in a queue, away from his face. Roiben was all in black--jeans, and faded logo T-shirt and long coat that must have been created up from dust motes and heartstrings, because the color was too dark to be real. Fingertips brushing dirt from his lips. There was a dark smudge on the crest of a high cheekbone, he knuckles it as an after-thought and it fades away.
Made in your image we are at least
As twisted and mean as thee
He walks up to the bar and orders coffee, which he is nursing at now.

darling-alexi.livejournal.com

(After this.)

Alexi doesn't even notice the door until halfway through her dinner, she's got so much on her mind. And when she does, it's out of the corner of her eye yet again. So she looks up, fully expecting it to disappear again...
Except it stays.
Well. How about that.
She finishes her dinner, then goes upstairs, returning a few minutes later with a duffel bag in hand. She sets her room key down on Bar's surface and watches it disappear, before eyeing the tab board again. After a bit, she shrugs; if the door lets her back in, she'll deal with it then.
Leaving notes for people doesn't strike her as necessary, since she wasn't social enough to make deep connections. Besides, most of the people here who know her would much rather see her gone.
That decided, she heads for the door and through it.

not_that_spike

Spike knows he's usually a pretty damn solitary person: he's always been that way. He has few acquaintances and fewer friends and for most of his life, that's suited him just fine.

For three years out there, it was just him and Jet and that was about perfect. They scraped by and times were lean but hell, it was just the two of them and they didn't need a whole lot. Just some food now and then and a little respect for each other, a pack of smokes and some bullets. Then the dog showed up, and then Faye hitched a ride, and then Ed, and all of a sudden it was like some side-show at the circus.

He's never liked circuses either, come to think of it. And life is kind of a tangled web and looking back on it, he's been through some pretty fucked up things but he wouldn't trade any of them because if he did -- if he went back and changed one single thing -- he might not have any of this. It's like this book he read when he was younger, maybe a Ray Bradbury story, about how this Earth guy went back to the time of dinosaurs in a time machine with explicit instructions not to step off the path, because the most innocuous-seeming thing could change the future forever. And sure as shit, the guy stepped off the path and squashed a butterfly, and when he got back to his time, the entire language system was different.

So yeah. Shit luck or not, he wouldn't change a thing. He'll never do anything to jeopardize being able to wake up and look to his right and see the most beautiful pair of emerald -- no, he reminds himself, peridot -- eyes watching him, and see that sleepy little good morning smile on Beth's face. He knows exactly how lucky he is.

simple-tool.livejournal.com

There is a doll-like girl sitting on a couch. Oddly, she sits far too still, arrays herself far too carefully for anything to truly ring right about her...

She's waiting. Mistress Lust had bid her read a stack of books, and Tool had memorized what she could before Mistress Max bid her stop, so she must return the books now. Then she no doubt should continue meeting people...

So, soul-less child in a bar. At least she's not wearing the lace and silk evening apparel any more...though the Osh Kosh's certainly don't make her any more comfortable to be around.

http://users.livejournal.com/_righthandman_/

Now there's something you don't see every day (because the mun is swamped with history homework.) Two CTU agents, sitting at a table, amicably sharing a plate of onion rings.

It's only odd because the agents in question are usually snarking at each other or giving each other the silent treatment, but Chase and Castle don't seem to feel like being hostile right now, so they're just having a friendly snack.

Come poke at either or both.

mollyprewett.livejournal.com

Molly doesn't have tea at present *gasp!*, but she's sure to remedy that soon. She sitting at a table looking relaxed and watching the other patrons with interest.

She's always open to talking to new people, so don't let the wand scare you away.

fathers-cleric.livejournal.com

Having just learned that his tab was payed by Ray, Preston and Robbie have sequestered themselves in a corner.

Preston, mulling his thoughts over with green tea and Robbie looking through a faded copy of the guiness book of world records.

Tag one! Or both.

gone_byebye

Just occasionally, Ray has a few moments free back home that aren't taken up with slime, or research, or martial practice, or his daughter, or his dog, or weird people on the front doorstep, or or his nephews, or his fiancee. And just occasionally, he opts to spend those times here.

... look, if he doesn't take advantage of end-of-the-universe-related time-pouching effects, who will? Anyway, Ray's got dinner and a seat near the Observation Window. Hurray for him.

dragon_twin

Melou is bored. They spent all morning reading and doing lessons, when it was a perfectly good, almost spring day outside. He'd rather be doing anything than be cooped up inside - even drills.

So, it's a happy Prince of Briton that finds himself in Milliways again. He settles up to the bar, drops a coin or two on the surface and orders a hot chocolate.

lt-naraht.livejournal.com

There's a Horta in the Bar.

Naraht has put in a solid day of running diagnostics on the Infirmary scanners. However, his sign is still up since he feels he can handle several jobs at once.

But, right now, he's enjoying his supper which consists of rather soft, puddy-like cubes.

Yes, that is C4 he's eating. Occasionally, Naraht gets a craving for "spicy" food.

whitest_witch

Jadis sweeps in through the door, accompanied by swirls of frigid air.

As before, she is sill wearing snow, although by now the snow has decided that it will be what she wants it to be, and has given up on maintaining most of it's snowy-ness. It is, of course, when one gets down to it, still snow. But it's now a rather impressive gown, pure white, crystalline.

shaped-jeedai.livejournal.com

Once again there's a Tahiri in a booth with a book-- still Lord of the Rings, but sometime in the past few days she's managed to get all the way up to the part where all the little Hobbity things go off to wander through the woods, or something.

The Joiner's dictionary is nowhere to be seen... she's stopped trying to understand every word and is now mostly skipping around trying to find a good fight.

Security badge and lightsaber are visible.

magius-unlocked.livejournal.com

In a dark booth, where the light dims, as if cast into shadow, Magius sits, eyes focused on the objects ahead of him. Three vials, each a different color, each glowing, float between his hands as he Speaks, a slow, low chant. He is studying the aspect of a spell, but also open for interruption.

transgenic-max.livejournal.com

Max is at a table near the observation window tonight, rather than her usual booth. She's staring out at the end of the universe, her expression thoughtful, touched with vague worry. She's sipping from a cup of hot chocolate tonight, instead of her usual coffee. Every now and then she glances down at her notebook, jotting something down in her usual strange shorthand.

She seems oblivious to whatever might be going on around her, though looks can be deceiving.

Care to test how attentive she is? She makes amusing noises when startled.

walker-cain.livejournal.com

Cain sits at the Bar, sipping a beer, and watching the room, his messenger bag beside him. He is dressed up tonight. No particular reason, just because. A small smile crosses his lips as he watches the crowd.

(ooc: NC-17 rated for sexual images, imagery, and adult situations.)

teyfera.livejournal.com

Teyfera sits in a booth, scrunched all the way in, barely looking over the table. She is bundled up in blankets, almost completely obscured. She is eating and drinking food and hot tea from her homeland, however, as she watches the room, eyes frightened and nervous.

guppy_sandhu

Guppy is over by the fire, head buried in paperwork. He's been there for some time, shown by the number of empty coffee cups. He still has his sign up.

The doctor is in

There is evidence that he has eaten, the odd chocolate wrapper here and there and a fork sticking out from one of the smaller piles.

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Shufti is by the fire, eating leek and potato soup with bread. Her big blue eyes watch the patrons and she has a napkin over her bulge.

spooky-shrink.livejournal.com

One post-living psychiatrist is once again in the bar. It's been a while, and he's missed the place more than he realized.

By the fireplace. Glass of scotch in hand. Aaaand a book of stories by HP Lovecraft ~~because mun just decided~~ because somebody recommended them to him.

princeinexile

[OOM: After escaping the blizzard, Zuko and Wells spend some quality time in Hephaestus' Mt Etna, where Zuko has a standing invitation. They poke around for a day, but eventually return...]

A glimmer, like viewing something through waves off heat off asphalt -- and then Zuko and Harry Wells stand in the doorway of the bar.

What Zuko hasn't noticed is that the door is there to his eyes, looking at the ring now in his palm. He takes the chain it's to hang from around his neck and returns it there, before he glances around the bar.

soweroflife.livejournal.com

[OOM: In a small village in Arizona, Ko celebrates the coming of spring.]

Current Mood: ecstatic

the_antiangst

Angel, couch by fireplace, bowl of clementines, fuzzy gender line.
Also notebook, though attempts to figure out how to thank the Academy and simultaneously call them a bunch of loonies are currently on hold.
There are enough clementines to be shared.

dragonofgrey.livejournal.com

Draco had a good day, he had some money set aside. He's got a job that's not too bad. Still snowing out so he couldn't use his broom out back, but overall, it's been a good day. Martin was snoozing in his coop. He was getting closer to fixing him up as an owl, but he wanted to perfect it. He was casually reading his transfiguration notes while he ate some dinner.

Dare you to distract him?

precocioustilda.livejournal.com

And lo, there is a Matilda.

She wanders down with a book, grabs a small and delicious-looking waffle from Bar, and sits at a table to read and eat. The book is not in the Latin alphabet (and oh, if the mun could remember how to spell the alphabet it is in), and she occasionally consults the transliteration key she's using as a bookmark.

female-were.livejournal.com

Contrary to what the mun should be doing, Raina is sitting in a booth. There's a glass of red wine and some tri-colored pasta in front of her. Her head is tilted over a book, her hair falling around so that she doesn't particularly have a good view of anyone. Though that's what hearing and sense of smell are for, at least if you were to ask her.

Feel free to poke, or otherwise harass.

smart-sam.livejournal.com

The door opens and there's a Sam! ~~Sam and Jack, the two most common names in Milliways..which has irony in Stargate canon.~~
She looks much less confused than the last time she opened that door. More complentative, though.

Come ask her what's on her mind. Or, for that matter, try to get her mind off things.

alwaysroomforhope

When fandom - namely, Audz - gifts the world with art like this gorgeous piece of gorgeousness, it's practically an obligation to make an equally crackariffic entry post.

So.

There's a Steph, in skintight Kevlar that's neither Robin-red nor Spoiler-eggplant. She's slightly bemused, and blaming it on Bar. On the other hand ... it's quite comfortable, and she likes the weapons tucked away in the gloves and boots. She's playing with the slimline grapple gun and looking rather pleased. It's like Christmas!

[ooc: edit, and eek, cry slowtime, i'm passing out in my chair here. who thought it was a good idea to stay up this bloody late anyway. catch you all on monday, i'll pick up all and any tags then, love you all, bye!]

countofserenno.livejournal.com

Dooku is in the Bar...he's finding himself immensely bored by finding himself stuck without much to do these days. Somebody should come talk to him, perhaps?

steadfastknight

The door opened on a familiar SoCal sight - the hallway of a hotel. Kitt was profoundly unsurprised to see Milliways where room 212 had been. He'd been expecting this for a while now. So therefore, he walked on in, figuring he'd explain to Michael later.

He could use a little lemonade.

It wasn't until he reached the bar that he saw a few notices. Thankfully his tab was paid up. With a little negotiation, so was Karr's and Bonnie's. Now, there were only two things to do.

One was to turn around, clear his throat, and offer, "Does anyone who knows me need assistance with their tab?"

The other was to find whomever was offering the knitting and offer them some significant cash. He wanted a few throws.

(Please don't tell him about Eddie leaving. That will come into plot later.)