milliways_bar | Mar. 23rd, 2006

Mar. 23rd, 2006

*Andrew comes thumping down the stairs with a small velvet pouch in one hand. It's jingling, just a little -- some of the leftover spoils from Paravia, all those months ago. He only ever spends it here; attempting to change it for American money would probably be more trouble than it's worth.*

*He heads over to the bar and puts it down on the polished surface, with a muted heavy clink as it lands.*

Hey, hon -- can you put this against Sergeant Wells's tab?

*He watches as the red balance next to the name SGT. HARRY G. WELLS vanishes, to be replaced by a comfortable buffer in black, and grins.*

Great. Thanks.

river_meimei

The door opens, and River steps in. She's watching the ground in front of her, face abstracted, watching each bare foot land with deliberate silence, and it takes a moment for her to notice that she's stepped into the bar.

When she does, her head comes up, and she blinks at the room, head turning.

After a minute, her face relaxes into what might almost be a smile.

leplusbeau

[OOM: A comedy sketch a month in the making.

Fleur pays a visit to the Tonks-Wrangle flat.

There are adventures in the loo, flying turtles, toothbrush love gifts, Surprising Twists, confused red heads, and one toddler that just Really Needs To Pee.

Yes, Very Surprising Twists.

And thank you so much to everyone for this one. Thank you. ]

shortofcrazy

[OOM: Riley Poole? Meet your destiny. It looks an awful lot like two guys named Ben and Ian.]

tibetanmethod

[Out of Milliways: Audrey Horne wasn't in the bar tonight. It was Someone Else.

Cooper figures this out for himself at Audrey's bedside, later tonight.]

badinlatin

[OOMs and Infirmary Threads, aka War is still a bitch:

After River gets Mal to the infirmary, she goes to find Simon so that he can fix things. Not that Mal remembers most of it later.

Just after Doctor Tam Saves The Day, he talks to Mal while he's 'delirious'. Drugged!Mal is also visited by Kaylee, Inara, Zoe and River.

Once Mal is more towards normal as he ever gets, Simon checks up on him, and Mal is visited by Raven, Ace, his mother Sallie, Jack Bauer, Guppy, and Richard Sharpe.

And once Mal is walking and talking, he has another conversation with Inara, leaving Mal to speak ill against his mother :O! and getting rice thrown at him.]

badinlatin

Mal never makes a very good patient.

He also actually has coin, so he is going to the bar to order something to eat somewhat less healthy than what Inara got for him earlier.

The pain is still there, as well as the conspicuous lack of suspenders.

At least now there are french fries?

man-ofthewatch.livejournal.com

There is a world, a civilized world-that is guarded by an icy wall far in the North. In this land of always Winter, the Night's watch guards the realms of men against the wildlings, and the other dark forces that have begun to stir once again.

The door opens.

Snow whirls about a moment before vanishing as a great white beast pads into the bar with gleaming red eyes.

"Ghost! To me ghost! what have you found!"
The wolf (it could be nothing but) sits on it's haunches and stares at the bar proper.

"Ghost! If you've gotten into the armory again-"

There is a boy-about fourteen to fifteen. Children grow up fast in this kingdom, and this young man is no exception. Tall with dark wavy hair, he dresses in black. Everything from his cloak to his boots to his tunic underneath is dark black. The hilt of a greatsword pokes up over his back.

Jon Snow reached a hand for that same hilt as he stared around, "....seven...hells..."

Welcome to Milliways Jon Snow.

magius-unlocked.livejournal.com

In a booth to one side of the main bar area, Magius sits, reading several books and making notes in a notebook. His eyes glows as he studies the spellbooks and schoolbooks and ponders them.

He is writing somewhat carefully as he has not yet fully gotten used to modern pens and paper.

Nonetheless, he is absorbed in what is doing and could undoubtedly use a break or interruption.

http://users.livejournal.com/_estsanatlehi_/

See that booth over there? Yeah, the one with the two laughing goddesses in it.

One was blonde and wearing an apron, and the other was darker and had a basket with a blanket folded on top of it.

Estsanatlehi and Anoia seemed to be getting on quite well, and it was quite likely that anyone going to talk to them would not only get breakfast but also something to eat it with.

Tag one, tag both, sit and stare, whatever.

(mun is at work, but woeful lack of projects once more, plz to be distracting, yes)

elrond-healer.livejournal.com

Elrond sits at the fire, as is his wont, having come back in from checking on the herb garden area. He settles to read a large book and watch the bar somewhat.

amanda-darieux.livejournal.com

When the door opens there is a flash of sunlight and a small ocean breeze. The smell of the ocean waffes in for a brief moment before the door shuts behind her. Looking around the immortal smiles, still in her bikini with the short wrap around her waste she takes a seat at the bar and orders something fruity. It appears and she turns to watch the other patrons in the bar.

She isn't breaking the no nudity rule but it's the closest she has ever come and she doesn't seem the least bit bothered by it.

twoeyesonthesky.livejournal.com

[OOM: Back home, Quinn reconciles himself to reality. Or at least, he thinks he does...]

The door opens. There is a vague smell of damp, and a much less vague smell of horse. "Ajay? I-"

Quinn stops dead two paces inside the door.

"Bloody hell," he whispers after a bit. "It was real?"

princejonathan.livejournal.com

OOM: During downtime in the Palace, Adam and Jon have a chat about Alanna.

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

It was a near-perfect climbing tree. So he had it in his mind to climb it, and he did. Finding footholds and climbing up until he was far up into the branches. He rests against the trunk and realizes that the bark was smooth under his cheek. A line of ants were felt marching over his hand.

He was high enough to notice that he could wrap his skinny arms clear around the bole of the tree, and look up through the crown of leaves to see the sky. The sky that spread over what could have been the entire world. There might be bigger trees out there, that might appear like Brigadoon on certain magic days, that could only be found on blue moon, cross-eyed days. But, he thinks, that this is just fine.

a-fell.livejournal.com

[oom: Letter for Crowley]

symbiote-venom.livejournal.com

[ooc: Because, as we all know, boredom kills.]

There is a rather imposing man lying back in his booth. Blond buzzcut, 6'3", and a lot of muscle. Typical villainy sort of figure.

Ex-villain, at the moment. Sort of. Kinda. It's difficult to explain.

That is, actually, more or less the subject Eddie's debating in his head. He's holding a picture in his hand, gazing up at it with an expression that just radiates deep thought. One of those life-changing decisions, he figures he should give it some serious thinking.

Come by and bug him, or try to steal a peek at the picture. Either way, company is welcome. He won't bite ~~anymore~~.

gotham-knocking.livejournal.com

Another long workday is over, and Knox, for the first time, actually finds his way to the Bar when he was hoping to. He's got a stack of old clippigs he's sorting through, as well as a fresh newspaper open to a very odd story about merchants in the Cathedral district selling pieces of the Batplane.

The intrepid reporter orders a beer and a cheesesteak. Looks like he's staying for dinner.

[ooc: slowtime possible as usual]

gris_bug_man

It's Sara's turn to babysit, it would seem. She's happily playing with Georgia while Grissom valiantly tries to slay his ever present foe: paperwork.

Interruptions are more than welcome.

namo

There is much about this Námo is not liking.

So, this afternoon finds him at a table, staring at a plate of food. It was simple food: white rice, poached whitefish, and another glass of warmed milk. It was slow going, even though he was hungry, because of the waves of nausea. But he is determined, and while it may take some time, he will finish the meal.

princeinexile

There is a miserably tired young man at the bar, counting out his sparse coin with the delicacy of one who has to make every copper count/. But he has set aside a pile for tab and another for Sansa (since he feels slightly responsible for the money, and all, as it was his erroneous advice that has her with a tab about to be called in when she too has no money) and a few scant coins for himself.

Then again, money's little use when you can't even step into a village when your face is on every wanted poster in town.

So it goes to good use here; paying off as much as his tab as he can and part of Sansa's... till he looks like he's left with what seems like, at best, pocket change to live on.

abs-denham.livejournal.com

[oom: I'm sorry, the mobile phone you are calling is at the other end of the universe.]

Abs comes downstairs and heads over to the bar, where he writes a quick note.

"Bar, could you please give this to Amanda for me? Thanks."

The note disappears and he heads out of the door back to Holby.

( Note for Amanda )

guppy_sandhu

In one corner of the bar is Guppy, drinking a glass of water and absently scritching the cat.

Current Mood: hung over

wraptinariddle.livejournal.com

If you've been watching the observation window, you may have begun to get worried, as one of the exploding stars seemed to be approaching closer.

And closer.

What it didn't do was actually hit the window, simply come as close as possible without any significant impact -- and then Trance was standing on the other side of the window, tail swishing.

"Whee."

Time for a drink.

bohemian-mark.livejournal.com

So, a filmmaker walked out of a bar. Or, he tried to. Details? Fine.
A total dead end.
Mark walks up to the door, and opens it. Beyond it is a brick wall, with an old-filmesque sign on it. Forgetting something? He stares at it for a moment. "First of all, why is a wall talking to me? Second of all, I'm sure as hell not forgetting anything. I have everything I came in here with." He shuts the door again, opening it on another sign. Sure about that, Cohen? Swearing, Mark slams the door again. "Of course I'm sure. Now let me out. I have somewhere to be, damnit." Opening the door again, only gets another sign. Frankly, my dear Mark, I don't give a damn. Swearing again, Mark slams the door and stalks off to the Bar. Time for a drink.

e_delmar

[OOM: In another time and another place, Jack makes good on his promise, and some things are made right. Or maybe it's that they'll never be right. Seems only time will tell.

Rated G for gauzy filmed smut.]

twostandingby

Pilot inna bar, sitting on a couch by the fireplace. This usually seems to be a quieter area of the bar, which is perhaps why Tycho gravitated toward it. At any rate, he's wearing standard dark-colored trousers, a plain tunic, and a battered black vest that he was very surprised to receive when he asked Bar for some extra clothes (all of which look something like this, only without the hella scary facial expression), and he's got his black boots propped up on a coffee table. As usual, there is a datapad in his hand, but he's not paying it any mind. Instead, he's watching the fire, unmoving, thinking.

lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com

This is some version of time that does not correspond to the thread in Dale Cooper's post. Or perhaps it does, and he is simply not watching. Or perhaps it does, and he looks as though he is not looking.

There is time. And there is Dream. He has a cup of something warm, and is watching the stars. Or perhaps the patrons. Possibly both.

e_delmar

[While things are going well in other heres and nows, in this here and and now, Ennis has a not entirely unpleasant run-in with Desire. (Of course, it's not entirely pleasant, either.)

Millitimed to this morning.]

clumsy_auror

[OOC: Letters to Aziraphael and Crowley]

venusadept_2

Felix is in a booth.

The telepathically sensitive should be able to 'hear' his conversation with his Djinn, although said conversation is not generally in words. It is composed mostly of mathematical symbols, various images (mainly of stone carvings), snatches of Old Lemurian (a little like Greek), and portions of Psynergy diagrams (which tend to look like brightly-colored spaghetti and meatballs).

After a bit of this Felix gets up and leaves through the lake door.

[OOC: This post is intended mainly to get Felix out back; please do not send your character at him here.]

venusadept_2

[Semi-OOM: Felix is changed.]

About five minutes after his departure, Felix returns. Most people would not realize that this is what has happened.

Felix, you see, was not a cat five minutes ago. Now he is.

After looking for a moment, he finds a place near the fire and curls up.

stevie-star.livejournal.com

Michael Knight gets a call to take a case-- and runs into an old, familiar face. What's Stevie's idea for keeping the band from suspecting Michael? Stay tuned...

bloodyrockgod

There's a guitar with a Charlie attached, and a song tenderly played.

( from the first hello )

futures_of_ash

[OOM: Starting Rachel out on the lake, making a start on some much needed mental repairs]

It's dark out on the lake, she never was good at keeping track of time while wandering in her own head. Slowly, a small red building block tumbles from her fingers into the depths of the waters just below her feet. She can't see it, but no matter, she knows how deep it falls, and it's alright. It was pointless to hold onto the block anyway, memories needing nothing concrete.

Just a hint of flame licked up into her hair as she stood upon the waves and swayed lightly, her nose bleeding unnoticed. She'd expected something along these lines, weakness, exhaustion...it's why she'd done her best to get her body back into some semblance of "well" first.

Now comes the hard part

And it was.

She's not suprised that she only makes it to the shore before sinking down gratefully upon the scree and slipping into sleep.

ridesthedragon.livejournal.com

The Door opened wide and a billow of fire roared in, as it had two days past. This time, when it departed, it left a figure which staggered to it's knees.

Lavan's eyes stare unseeingly as he looks around, madness in his eyes, and flames flowing in the air around him, a mental keening projecting from a shattered mind.

Fire seems to flow around him, and his skin is burning even as the floor chars slightly under him.

Lavan Firestorm has come to Milliways, and the Dragon has come with him.

(ooc: this isnt a locked post, but please ping illmantrim sacto on aim before tagging. thank you.)

prince-luna.livejournal.com

There is a white wolf laying by the fireplace. He looks slightly tired even if he isn't really. He's just warm and content. His mind is also on the door. It hasn't allowed him to go home but he's not too entirely bothered by that. Not yet anyways. Even if he was... well, it wouldn't be showing. There's also an untouched bowl of food and water laying next to the white wolf. You'd think he was some kind of domestic dog or something... when he's not.

He wouldn't mind company. Obviously he'd have to shift to talk unless, of course, you can hear other people inside your head.

forest_king

Mendanbar comes into the bar, with a circlet on his head, and bringing his (somewhat leaky) magical sword with him.

He gets a cup of cider, settles at a table, shoves his fingers through his hair, and knocks the circlet to the floor.

It's been a very long day.

sister-serpent.livejournal.com

The door opens, and an old woman enters.

No. Wait.

The door opens, and a striking gray-haired woman enters, clad in the remains of a frothy wedding dress, now dirt-stained and torn.

Best not to mention her age, really.

One can never tell what sort of thing one of the Seven Sisters might take offense at.

Particularly Serpentine.

One single heavy silver coin is deposited on the bar, and in return she takes a glass of Atlantean and heads toward a table, moving with purpose.

But then she always does.

mollyprewett.livejournal.com

Molly is in a mellow mood this evening, and (thanks to Magius' influence) has a glass of wine in front of her, instead of her habitual tea. She'd been writing a bit in her journal, but has set it aside for now in favor of people watching.

twiststheblade

Miho is outside, doing sword kata, with no swords. It's a bit sad, really - although you can almost see the swords, if you close your eyes.

Later, and looking rather morose, she wanders in, climbs onto her usual barstool, and commits introspection with the aid of beer. Screw this not drinking shit. Although, it's not much beer.

***

Jadis is also outside, making the first of her two daily visits to Warglut. She rids him for a few hours, then also comes back inside, cheeks glowing from the cold, wand tucked unobtrusively into the sweeping sleeve of the snow-gown she still wears.

***

Valentine is, as he usually is to be found these days, at the back of a booth, with a good wine, getting pleasurably drunk, and watching the world(s) go by.

medicine-bird.livejournal.com

There's nothing like having a mission to perk a girl up. Even if this 'mission' is less of an active pursuit and more of an intellectual one, it's something to do and it's something directed.

Jean's sitting over by the hearth as usual, in possession of a pair of couches, a tea tray full of cups and saucers and those little triangle sandwiches with the crusts cut off and cucumbers in that families like the Greys seem to favour. There is also a discreet little sign:

'Security Symposium on the Imperius Curse: Effects and Defenses. Non-Security Welcome'

Jean has a notebook and a small whiteboard too.

spark-girl.livejournal.com

Agatha's in the bar once more today, still working on the odd device from yesterday. Her clanks are on alert to serve as an early-warning system against Lobo. As always, she's humming an odd tune and highly focused on her work.

prydeful

It's a good book. There's a happy ending.

Maybe. She hasn't read any of it, actually, just stared at it and turned a few pages.

But Kitty's drunk a hell of coffee, and a fair amount of cheap scotch, so she supposes life could be worse.

Nothing deep, nothing thought out. Just get through the day.

It's what you have to do every day, anyway.

shufti

[oom: Finally finding some peace of mind.]

Thirty two week pregnant teen by the fire, looking curiously at a bar of chocolate.
Then she tentatively unwraps it and takes a bite.

The expression on her face would suggest that she is definitely liking Om better than Nuggan.

beauty-marred.livejournal.com

Narcissa sits quietly near the observation window, thoughtfully drinking a cup of tea.

She's in a relatively good mood for once, though there certainly are things wearing on her mind. Tonight, however, she's simply going to enjoy the show the stars put on.

accessobrian.livejournal.com

Chloe doesn't have a computer. Chloe wants a computer. So she figured to ask for one. Didn't get it. Got a typewriter though. She looked at it for a long moment, bewildered, then left it alone. It disappeared, replaced with a note. Chloe read the note then tucked it into her pants pocket for later.

So now, Chloe sits in a booth, eating some sort of sandwich, drinking some sort of drink, reading and writing and thinking. Trying to remember something that hasn't happened yet.

master-cat.livejournal.com

Perrault is relaxing at Bar with a bowl of seafood chowder and a cup of tea.

Were he aware of what his mun singed him up for, he would more than likely have chosen an alcoholic alternative.

forced-pilgrim.livejournal.com

What's Monkey doing tonight?

He's juggling chairs.

Yeah.

You might want to stand back.

And no, he's probably not supposed to be doing that.

dragonvolunteer.livejournal.com

Cimorene enters the bar, sleeves of her rust-colored dress rolled up to the elbows. If her hair is escaping from her small crown a bit more than usual, she doesn't notice.

She receives a cup of tea from the bar and sits down at a small table.

mediocresaint.livejournal.com

Salieri has not stepped in to the bar for half a year.

For Salieri, however, a bare week has passed since the last dischords had pulled him back to Vienna.

Is it... busier here, he wonders, as he looks around. It's familiar, though, and familiarity is a good thing. So is a glass of white wine, and a little bowl of sweetmeats, and a soft stool by the bar, in view of the piano.

The piano seems to be new. Hopefully it's in tune too, thinks Salieri, but he knows what music's likely to do to him in this place, and he's content to finish his drink and talk a little first.

lethe-forgets.livejournal.com

Lethe feels quiet tonight, so you might not have noticed her. She’s been curled up in a booth with a kindergarden-level writing workbook and an incorrectly held pencil – copying carefully in crooked, awkward letters.

She’s paused now - still - staring at the words on the page before her with a sad sort of amusement.

'Write your name on the lines below.'

The pencil twitches mildly in her grip – she would, but she doesn’t know how.

corsec-jedi.livejournal.com

Green-clad Jedi inna bar.

Seems Mr. Horn likes it here. Then again, he didn't have last night's sleep cut short by a pregnant wife with a craving, or more recently, a 3-month-old child.

No wonder he appears to be in an infectious good mood.

He's currently sitting in a booth with a fresh ryshcate and some Halmad Prime. Never let it be said he doesn't know how to take advantage of a good thing while he's got it...

He's definitely open for company.

twoeyesonthesky.livejournal.com

Quinn spent a fair amount of today by the Window, watching, but only because his eyes had to be somewhere. Mostly he's been thinking today.

Now, though, he has other things he wants to do. And one of them involves a very simple pleasure he discovered yesterday, after longer years of deprivation than he cares to count.

One survivor, over by the fire, with a cup of strong black coffee held reverently in both hands.

action-antihero.livejournal.com

There's a certain former federal agent sitting at the bar, sipping a beer. Certain daughters of former federal agents may find that their tabs have disappeared overnight.

Funny, that.

Anyway, Jack's listening to his iPod at a rather low volume, and may be bopping his head to the music as he sips his beer and thumbs through an issue of the Journal of Counterterrorism and Security International. He glances around the room every so often; watching the crowd, looking for someone? Why not ask?

the_antiangst

(After this.)

Angel heads upstairs, then returns in fairly short order with a small backpack, garment bag, and two pieces of paper. Grinning, he heads over to Bar and says, "Make sure copies get to the appropriate people, would you, honey?"
( for people who know how Angel got to Santa Fe, last time )
( for people who don't know the circumstances behind Angel's last exit but would wonder what's up )
That done, Angel turns and goes for the front door.

its-a-robe.livejournal.com

*Poof.*

On top of a salt shaker, a tiny, ornately-wrought golden chair appears. In the chair sits a six-inch-tall angel, complete with wings and robe.

Strangely enough, though, he's lacking in halo.

It's probably underneath the beehive hairdryer sitting on top of his head.

With an equally loud, if slightly redder *poof*, his companion appears on the pepper shaker next to him.

faithful-slayer.livejournal.com

After this, Faith is sitting at the bar with a cup of coffee and a smile, humming and twisting a small silver ring on her finger.

There's a reason for both the ring and the smile. The same reason, in fact.

Feel free to ask her what it is.

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

Someone is making towers out of bottle tops and then toppling them over with a tiny Godzilla doll. --Someone left it on the floor!

"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! I am God-zilla! Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" Godzilla charges Bottletop city and takes down a skyscraper.

"No no, run for your lives! It's God-zilla! Who will save us?!" asks the sake bottle citizen of the town.

Who will save them?!

female-were.livejournal.com

Raina is lounging on a couch by the fire again. She might look like she never left from last night, though her cloths are similar but not the same. She's more tilted to the side tonight and watching patrons from the couch idly.

Feel free to tell her that she's staring too much, as she very well might be.

qsilver-md.livejournal.com

OOM, yesterday: Darien catches Kevin in the middle of a personal ritual, and they have a long, serious, and long-overdue conversation. Some things are fixed, some things... aren't, yet. But it's the beginning of the right road.

rigthegames.livejournal.com

Three days in a cell can make anyone antsy, so it’s with a look of what could well be bliss that Sands emerges from the offices. He hesitates in the doorway, looking momentarily lost as he runs a hand across the wooden panelling, until he seemingly finds something in the grain that he recognises.

He takes the journey to the bar in quick, long strides, hands deliberately in his pockets, just because he can.

hellobugbite

Hobbie's going to worry about troublesome things like 'tabs' later.

But now?

Now he's got a plate full of french fries, a mug of Corellian ale, a booth to himself, and life is pretty kiffing astral.

tibetanmethod

A small piece of paper rests on Bar.

It reads:

P to K-4

The paper is next to the (ubiquitous) cup of coffee, which is next to a tape recorder, which is next to a photograph of a small Mexican chihuahua.

Dale Cooper sits in front of all of these objects, looking thoughtful.

csi-catherine.livejournal.com

So a blonde CSI and a wizard-turned-orangutan walk into the bar...

v_knidh8er

In one of the too many to count dark corners of Milliways a small door opens. The five figures that emerge are willing to bet you didn't even know there was a door there in the first place. They like this part of the job. The tunnels. The sneaking. The rifling through people's underthings when no one's around.

And why do they like sneaking? Well, if you were forced to burst into song anytime you tried to convey any thought or emotion, you'd try to hide from people too...wouldn't you?

Sometimes Loompa-Human interaction is unavoidable. When a job needs doing, then it's got to be done, and there's really no way around that.
Take tonight for instance, nothing major has happened but Bar has informed them that the floor could use a scrubbing. So in they come, marching single file through the hidden doorway. They'd look just like normal children, where it not for the oversized black leather bike jackets they wear over their overalls, and of course the fact that they are bright orange of complexion.

Music fans of the early 2000s might recognize the beat of their steps as being from Counting Bodies Like Sheep to the Rhythm of the Wardrums by A Perfect Circle. That is, of course, until they pass the actual threshhold into the bar.

Something causes the leader to stop abruptly, it's almost as if he's lost his beat. One by one they run into each other, pushing the one in front of them until finally the fifth slams into the fourth so hard that the resulting collision knocks the leader to his knees.

"HEY! What the bloody hell was that for?"

The music, it seems, has stopped.

scapepig

Snowball comes up to the bar and leaves notes for Amanda, Felix, Paige, Sansa and Asar-Suti.

( Note )

He then settles by the fire, in case there are any last minute questions. He eyes the door, feeling decidedly nervous.