milliways_bar | Mar. 24th, 2006

Mar. 24th, 2006

red-mare.livejournal.com

The weather outside may be on the wet and mucky end of things, but Jah-lila does not much care. She's just come from Quenching in her world- the fire-ceremony that ends the time of winter. There will be births soon, and much need of the midwife, but for now she has the freedom to roam.

And it's brought her here, she sees- she did not choose this path. Ah, well. There are worse places to run.

She tosses back her head and lets out a whistle of greeting to any unicorns or daya who may be present as she steps out of the woods.

missginnytonic.livejournal.com

Ginny couldn't sleep so she's in the bar.. in her PJ's with puffskins on them.. come bug her she'll like it.

theravenboy

When at last he returns to Milliways, Bran Davies looks for Merriman, and for his mother, but sees neither. Instead, when he reaches the bar, he receives a note.

Bran Davies is enough of a musician to put his harp down safely and keep his hands from shaking as he lifts the envelope. He unseals the note without damaging the fastenings, and unfolds the paper with reverent care.

The note is in English, but Old Ones and Lords of the Light can use magic to escape language difficulties, can they not? In fact, Bran cannot remember what language his mother's note to Owen was in... but it hardly matters, because by the time he has finished the first sentence, Bran knows who has not written the letter. His jaw tightens.

In any case, Arthur has done what Bran asked of him. It is enough.

Reclaiming his harp, Bran hurries out of Milliways. He will spend the evening sitting with his dog Lluchddu in silence on the hillside, as the shadows blacken into darkness.

The note and envelope remain on Bar. Eventually she takes them back again.

[ooc: Bran collected the note at some unspecified time in the past, after Merriman delivered it. This is a closed plot post. Sorry.]

gramarye1971

At some unspecified point during the evening, Henry Wellard's bar tab is cleared and set to zero.

A note waits for him, the next time he approaches the bar.

( Note for Wellard )

gorlim.livejournal.com

Gorlim is in the bar tonight. It's late, but he finds he's not inclined to sleep. Instead he's lounging on the couch before the warming fire -- he's always happy to be somewhere warm -- playing with a deep blue stone around his neck, swinging it and watching the light glint off of it and the deep glow from within.

He seems prett content. That doesn't mean he couldn't stand a little entertainment.

leplusbeau

[OOM: And there is talk of babies and things. Millitimed to last night. Warnings, as always, for dirty characters and dirty icons.]

twiststheblade

OOM-ish

Miho doesn't keep a journal, but if she did, it might read like this.

steadfastknight

"I am not an overgrown tape splicer," Kitt had told them. "You can do it just as well as I can."

Which explained why, when he'd managed to walk into the bar, he'd ended up just... standing there for a few long moments and finding it very tempting to go upstairs and stay there for a while.

Unfortunately, he was too loyal for that. Or maybe too masochistic.

So he stepped up to the bar instead and cursed one-year anniversaries and ordered, quietly. And he put down a credit card. It wouldn't be really needed, but it was better to use those things sometimes. He signed the slip when it appeared, and then, other things began to appear. Things he'd asked for, for the case, that they'd have no chance to get otherwise.

Adhering to Michael's plan meant some interesting purchases, which didn't need to show up on Foundation records. So Kitt bought clothes, and he bought equipment, and he bought medical tape. Which meant that things showed up in suitcases, in long, rectangular cases, in duffel bags. But most recognizable, there were two personal practice amps. And looking over the load, Kitt suddenly didn't feel like hauling it all out alone.
He wants me, but only part of the time
So he sat down, and he ordered a lemonade, too. He'd leave eventually. Just not right now. Like anyone would notice. Time was supposed to stop out there, while he was in here.

still-michael.livejournal.com

After this.

Michael finds himself posing as a new lead singer for Class Action, and Kitt-- planning to audition as an opening act-- brings stage gear and guitars from the bar. (They're undercover as musicians. Can't chance the bad guys seeing you buying your trusty old guitar, can you?) Kitt feels displaced and Michael has one hellacious plot-induced headache.

latino_menace

OOM: It all started - naturally enough, really - with a strange conversation with Dream. Innocuous enough, except that a chance (or not?) comment on the nature of love had a rather strong effect.

Which led to a sweet conversation - with much initial flailing - that ends with some reassurance.

Unfortunately, the peace doesn't last because it turns out that Random knows of some things Ramon's sort-of planning in the bar. So a nice, quiet day takes a turn for the breaky, involving split-up scenarios and violence issues. Which - horror of horrors! - means that Ramon has to make an unselfish decision for once.

[OOC: Only the last thread contains adult material. Severe schmoop alert for the sweet conversation, severe angst, selfishness and pig-headedness warning for the breaky one.]

angela-edmunds.livejournal.com

[OOM: After conversing with The Shepherd of the Night, Angela reacts. Warning for SCARY.]

knight-sparhawk.livejournal.com

Sparhawk has been spending most of his time with his horse and alone, of late, but today he is out and in the Bar and eating breakfast. He is watching those around him carefully as he sits there, with the Bhelliom always on his mind.

ather-fledgling.livejournal.com

Aubrey is sitting in a darker corner of the bar, though not the darkest. He's got a glass of red wine in his had that he's nursing idly while watching the bar. Yes, it's probably a little early to be drinking, but he's not actually hungry as he's already eaten and it's a good substitute.

And the fact that he's in the bar means that he's up to meeting new people. For the most part anyway. So feel free to poke.

gotham-knocking.livejournal.com

Knox comes stalking into the Bar. He drives to work for the first time in ages - thinking he might need the car - and he gets a parking ticket! All the cops in Gotham have nothing better to do than to give him a ticket! He hates his city sometimes. Hates it, and loves it. But where else would he want to be?

He takes off his coat. And then adjusts his hat rather rakishly. Removes his jacket and then drapes it over one shoulder. And begins to belt one out...

Start spreading the news
I'm leaving today
I want to be a part of it, Gotham City

These vagabond shoes
Are longing to stray
And make a brand new start of it
Gotham City

I want to wake up in the city that never bathes
To find I'm king of the Mob, top of the gangs

These honest town blues
Are melting away
I'll make a bad new start of it
In Gotham town

If I can’t make it there
I can’t make it anywhere
It's up to me, Gotham City

By now, Knox has climbed up on the bar, throwing his arms wide open. It's enough to give Kander and Ebb, and Liza, and Sinatra, much pause.

And the astute ear can hear an orchestra in the background.

I want to wake up in the city that law forget
To find I'm A-number one, king of the Mob, top of the heap
Or maybe the Bat!!!!

These honest town blues
Are melting away
I'll make a Batman start of it
In Gotham Town

If I can’t make it there
I can’t make it anywhere
It's up...to...me...Gotham...City

He holds the last note a good six seconds. And stops cold.

"What the hell was that?"

gone_byebye

Ray hasn't been back to the Bar for a while. Earth's kept him busy, what with small children in Manhattan turning out to be fledgling shamans and blackouts in Brooklyn being due to Class Sevens possessing squirrels and chewing through the lines to transformers and all. Plus the fanboys who haven't really paid attention to the various bits of legal documentation he's tacked up around the Firehouse like crosses and wards against vampires. He's had to set the dog on those. Oh, and the nephews, he's been working with the nephews whe he hasn't had a full day's worth of slime to interfere...

Anyway, he hasn't been to the Bar in a while. And now he's here. And he's getting Cocoa Puffs, because he can do that here without a phone call interrupting him, and then, then he is going out back to set his training remote on "Mr. Sansevero is very unhappy about your gambling debts" so he can work on his lower-body defensive lightsabre work.

Feel free to tag him in either location, but be warned, he gets really possessive about the Cocoa Puffs.

cywyllog

Cywyllog breathes an actual sigh of relief to be back in the bar. It's about the only place these days where she can have an adult conversation with someone who isn't her husband, where she isn't actively trying to avoid everyone else.

She quietly makes her way to the bar and orders a cup of tea, then idly begins to wander the area.

lvpd_sidle

Coming downstairs, Sara finds herself in a good mood. No new stressful cases, Ecklie has been leaving the nightshift alone, no battles in court. All in all, she's pretty content.

She gets a cup of coffee and sighs.

And then begins to sing.

I walk a lonely road
The only one that I have ever known
Don't know where it leads
But it's safe to me and I walk alone

I walk this empty street
On the boulevard of shattered dreams
Where the innocent sleep
and I'm the only one and I walk alone

My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shattered heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then I walk alone

I'm walking down the line
That divides me somewhere in my mind
On the border line
Of the edge and where I walk alone

Read between the lines
What's screwed up and everything's still fine
Check my vital signs
To know I'm still deprived and I walk alone...

She blinks. "What the hell?"

[ooc: Green Day's "Boulevard of Broken Dreams" has been presented, slightly mangled. No copyright infringement intended, no profit being made, ect.]

Current Mood: confused

symbiote-venom.livejournal.com

OOM-ish

Eddie's got way too many thoughts bottled up in his head right now, so he's cracked and poured them down onto paper. Thus creating a journal entry.

Nothing groundbreaking, but foreshadowing of things to come may be hinted at.

jackdriscoll.livejournal.com

Jack enters the bar and promptly begins to rap:

You know it's hard out here for a pimp
When he tryin to get this money for the rent
For the Cadillacs and gas money spent
Because a whole lot of bitches talkin shit
Will have a whole lot of bitches talkin shit

In my eyes I done seen some crazy thangs in the streets
Gotta couple hoes workin on the changes for me
But I gotta keep my game tight like Kobe on game night
Like takin from a ho don't know no better, I know that ain't right
Done seen people killed, done seen people deal
Done seen people live in poverty with no meals
It's fucked up where I live, but that's just how it is
It might be new to you, but it's been like this for years
It's blood sweat and tears when it come down to this shit
I'm tryin to get rich 'fore I leave up out this bitch
I'm tryin to have thangs but it's hard fo' a pimp
But I'm prayin and I'm hopin to God I don't slip, yeah

You know it's hard out here for a pimp
When he tryin to get this money for the rent
For the Cadillacs and gas money spent
Because a whole lot of bitches talkin shit
Will have a whole lot of bitches talkin shit

Man it seems like I'm duckin dodgin bullets everyday
Niggaz hatin on me cause I got, hoes on the tray
But I gotta stay paid, gotta stay above water
Couldn't keep up with my hoes, that's when shit got harder
North Memphis where I'm from, I'm 7th Street bound
Where niggaz all the time end up lost and never found
Man these girls think we prove thangs, leave a big head
They come hopin every night, they don't end up bein dead
Wait I got a snow bunny, and a black girl too
You pay the right price and they'll both do you
That's the way the game goes, gotta keep it strictly pimpin
Gotta have my hustle tight, makin change off these women, yeah

You know it's hard out here for a pimp
When he tryin to get this money for the rent
For the Cadillacs and gas money spent
Because a whole lot of bitches talkin shit
Will have a whole lot of bitches talkin shit

Jack retreats into the darkest corner of the bar and hides.

symbiote-venom.livejournal.com

Eddie's lying in his booth again, on his back, his eyes half-closed as he gazes up at a small picture held in his hand. It's hidden from view, difficult to see from any angle but his own. He looks like he hasn't slept much, considering the bags under his eyes and all.

Come by and bug him. Or try to peek at the picture. Or simply throw something at him.

scapepig

There is a nervous-looking pig sitting near the door, waiting and throwing anxious glances at the door.

It is time.

[ooc: Plot-locked to people in sheep distraction plot please.]

transgenic-max.livejournal.com

She'd been helping out in Terminal City's greenhouse on the way back from meeting Clemente, and the door out into the courtyard had opened to Milliways. This will be her excuse, anyway.

Excuse for what? The flower tucked behind one ear, of course.

Which makes her the closest to 'girly' she's looked while here, excepting perhaps on Mardi Gras. And really, being dressed by cosmic forces doesn't count.

She looks around, momentarily startled, and mutters a few curses under her breath when she recognizes her surroundings.

shufti

Thirty two week pregnant teen sitting by the fire, looking at a parenting book the bar gave her.
Reading is slow going, and any word longer than seven or eight letters usually means she forgets the first ones before she has worked out the last ones.
She has her feet up and is eating sandwiches as she reads.

i_grenfelz

So there's this tab thing.

No, actually, back up a little. So the door opens, and a Hispanic girl with a long braid and a shirt that's a shade of pink not found in nature -- enters.

And she notices the tab thing. Especially the part about "the currency of your choice and preference."

She considers for a little while, leaves, and saunters back in a moment later with a plastic shopping bag that bulges oddly in places.

"Hope you can do the rate exchanges. That oughtta cover Kit Rodriguez, Roshaun-of-the-insanely-long-name, and Dairine and Nita Callahan." She looks at the board again. "Oh, hey, Neets is covered. Cool. Just those other three, then. Especially Kit. Familia and all."

Kit's tab zeroes out, and Dairine and Roshaun's both drop considerably. Carmela, satisfied, plops onto a stool, orders a chocolate shake, and sits contentedly sipping.

shortofcrazy

Riley is just about ready to go to bed when the door to the crappy apartment's kitchen becomes the door to Milliways. He stands in the doorway a minute, barefoot, wearing jeans and a fitted gray-green T-shirt, and holding a notebook in one hand and pencil in the other. He blinks blearily at the bar, then shrugs. He glances around, but he can't see anything aside from fuzzy blobs of color. There will definitely be no making out faces, so he pads over to a booth and curls up in a corner.

He gets a glass of milk from a passing waitrat and then settles in over the notebook, scratching out complicated-looking algorithms and equations on a page filled with data. He's tired, but it's a good, cheerful bone-weariness; the kind that comes after a day's hard work. Only not manual labor or anything, 'cause, yeah, just, no. He is lacking in glasses (for the first time ever in Milliways) and likely won't have any idea who you are until some severely myopic squinting has taken place, but he'd love company.

myladyrhiannon.livejournal.com

Here's someone who hasn't seen the inside of the bar proper for at least a month now.

Rhiannon the Ihlini has been in her room, recuperating from the pain of her death, and the neck aches are faded enough to let her enjoy the idea of spending time amongst the patrons.

But they're still noticable enough to make her reluctant to assume lir-shape again; if ever.

Never mind that.

She's here. Sitting in the bar. Enjoying a goblet of wine and a platter of cheese and fruits.

She is hungry after all...

Current Mood: complacent

watcher-g-man.livejournal.com

Giles entered the bar, walking through the front door, with a puzzled expression on his face. He seemed very troubled, and there might be the strains of piano playing in the background. He then sang.

Lights gone out and they can't be saved
Tides that we've tried to swim against,
It's put me down upon my knees
Oh I beg, I beg and plead, singing

Come out of things unsaid
Shoot an apple off my head
And a trouble that could be named
hellgods waiting to be maimed, singing

We are
We are

Confusion never stops
Closing hells and ticking clocks, gonna
Come back and take you home
They could not stop what we now know, singing

Churn out upon the seas
Cursed missed opportunities
Am I a part of the cure?
Or am I part of the disease, singing

We are
We are
We are
We are

We are
We are

And nothing else compares
Oh! nothing else compares
And nothing else compares

We are
We are

Home, home, where I wanted to go
Home, home, where I wanted to go
Home, home, where I wanted to go (we are)
Home, home, where I wanted to go (we are)

(Coldplay's Clocks, slightly mangled without permission, no profit being made, etc.)

The song ended, and Giles groaned loudly.

There was a single cry from him:
"Bloody hell! Not again!"
He then went back through the front door, and slammed it shut behind him, where some Italian structure could be seen in the background.
Time for research.

t3h-kyp.livejournal.com

Kyp Durron can get pretty frustrated when he's forgotten about. So really, it's a good thing he doesn't know he was forgotten and that his first entrance in Milliways was a year and four days ago; twenty years for him.

And when he strides in through the door, in Jedi robes (plus black cape, 'course), it's pretty clear he didn't intend to end up here again.

This is probably indicated by the facepalm.

Then again, it wasn't an important comm call he was going to make, and he had been thinking he needed a drink, so...

Jedi Master at the Bar, with a mug of lomin ale bought with credits in his pocket. And after a moment of eyeing the notice and the tabs of the other Jedi he knows in the bar, he fishes the rest of his credits out and tells Bar to spread it between them.

Without telling any of them, naturally.

[ooc: slowtime all day while mun works on school stuff, but will be solidly at a computer. *grin*]

abotticellilady.livejournal.com

It's starting to actually act like autumn in Australia, but it's not the change of weather that has Bianca curled up in a booth with a cup of warm soup. It could be the fact that she and Arithon currently have a little girl living with her whom she doesn't really want, but Bianca's honest enough with herself to be aware that that is not the only reason for her present moodiness.

Of course, she has no idea what that other reason is. However, never being a woman fond of introspection, she's in the bar to try and distract herself from things. Possibly approach with caution if you happen to be a certain drug-lord, but to anyone else Bianca will probably be her normal, charming self.

Current Mood: moody

man-ofthewatch.livejournal.com

There is a rather large white wolf in the bar.

And while his owner is probably out back looking for him, Ghost seems unconcerned. He is a wolf non-confined.
"Ghost!"

The wolf is followed by a teenager dressed all in black with a greatsword poking up over his shoulder, cloak streaming about his shoulders.

"Ghost! This isn't funny!"

The boy's petting the wolf.

Feel free to talk to either of them.

maydaybrat.livejournal.com

Mordred, feet on table and shiny badge pinned to the bottom of his leather jacket.

Also with bottle of some alcohol, probably absinthe, but he's not drinking at the moment.

So, odds are that he's sober and able to talk. No, really.

the_antiangst

(Out of Milliways: Angel meets Mark's manager, who goes from oblivious to skeptical to fanboy in about two minutes. Also, Joanne finds out Angel made it back for the ceremony.)

eldorne-girl.livejournal.com

[one (potential) Delicate Flower in the bar. And she is delicate, even - barely 5'5 and petite.]

[of course, she still has a wicked right-hook. Admittedly, she's not liking to punch or slap anyone, she's in a fairly good mood as she walks down the stairs, humming slightly and smoothing down her little black skirt]

politestpirate.livejournal.com

Wellard had had a lot on his mind lately, so he was a bit surprised when a note appeared for him on the Bar. He opened it carefully, reading- then looked at the tab board with with relief. He will certainly have to find a way to thank the Commodore- the plan did work.

So, it is with lighter heart that he sits down at a table with a view of the Observation Windows. Dinner first, then star-mapping and ship designing. Anyone is welcome for either one.

blue_ajah

[OOC: Some days ago, Del made an offer, and left the Aes Sedai to consider it.

Not long after, Moiraine discussed matters with Dream.

Since then, certain other events have complicated an already complex situation even further.

Now, alone in her upstairs study, Moiraine finally completes a set of provisional letters and comes to a conclusion.]

nita_callahan

The first thing Nita notices, approaching the Bar, is that Kit's tab is down, as are Dairine and Roshaun's.

The second thing is the note Bar gives her. She reads it, frowns -- Worth my time? -- and slips it into her pocket before heading outside towards the lake. The days are getting warmer, slowly, but after the snow a couple weeks ago, she thinks checking on Ed might not be a bad idea.

[OOC: Usual slowtime warnings apply.]

by-matchlight.livejournal.com

[OOM: Room X. Millitimed to...the 13th, aka forever ago.
Starts with heavy drinking fun, followed by the morning after.]

reluctantcleric.livejournal.com

Partridge was getting increasingly desperate. He was sticking with water now.
Still no job prospects on the horizon, or anyway to get money.
He couldn't go back to his world since he was dead.

What's a dead ex-Cleric to do?

b-a-summers.livejournal.com

She's doing a soft dance even before she starts singing. Tap tap tap, swish, twirl, down the stairs.

The singing starts when she hits the bottom, into the main bar, and she looks around, at her afterlife, and leans against the wall, taking a deep, sighing breath.

I will not make the same mistakes that I have
I will not let myself cause my friends so much misery
I will not break because when I fell,
I fell so hard
I've learned the hard way, to never let it get that far

Because of you
I had to stray so far from the sidewalk
Because of you
I learned to play on the dark side
So I will get hurt
Because of you
I find it hard to live
With what I've done, and everything I will do
Because of you
I'm not afraid

She makes her way to sit down at the bar, face frowning as a glass of water appears and she stares into it.

I found my place
And it won't be long before they pull me out
I will not cry
Because I don't want to seem weak in your eyes
I'm forced to fake a laugh, a smile
Every day of my life
But my life can't possibly start
When it wasn't even done to end with

Because of you
I had to stray so far from the sidewalk
Because of you
I learned to play on the dark side
So I will get hurt
Because of you
I find it hard to live
With what I've done, and everything I will do
Because of you
I'm not afraid

I watched them die
I heard them cry
Every night of my life
I was so young
They should have known better than to lean on me
I never thought of anyone else
I just saw their pain
And now I cry
In the middle of the night
For the same damn thing

Because of you
I had to stray so far from the sidewalk
Because of you
I learned to play on the dark side
So I will get hurt
Because of you
I'm trying my hardest to forget everything
Because of you
I know I'm going to let so much more shit in
Because of you
I'm ashamed of my life because it's over
Because of you
I am afraid...

Because of you.

When it's over, she's just hoping that nobody heard her as she blinks at herself.

[OOC: Song is "Because of You" by Kelly Clarkson, screwed up without permission, yadda yadda don't sue.]

angela-edmunds.livejournal.com

[OOM: Angela decides she needs to eat.]

Angela comes downstairs, dressed entirely in black, her makeup and hair carefully done to hide signs of exhaustion.

She goes over to sit at the bar, huddling close to it as if it would give her warmth, and orders a coke and some fries. When it appears, she has to fight a combination of nausea and hunger.

Hunger wins, and she eats gingerly, followed by lots of soda. The sweetness helps.

After a while she's able to look a little normal again, and the tense line of her shoulders relaxes.

She needs company. Come talk to her!

Please.

dragon_twin

Melehan is sitting on one end of a couch, reading a book that probably shouldn't be here. Melou is sprawled out on the rest of it, idly tossing a ball up in the air and catching it. Most of the time.

The teenage prince population of the bar has gone up by two. An identical two, in fact.

[ooc: Two boys, two muns. Feel free to tag one, or both.]

mistressmaryquitecontrary

Mary Lennox is sitting at a table in the bar. She's frowning a little, and her expression is one of determination.

In front of her is a piece of paper on which, in neat round letters, she is writing out a list.

badinlatin

[OOM: Mal attempts dealing with things. Rated P for his Psychiatrist would not approve.]

blue_ajah

Sitting at a table with Dale Cooper, Moiraine opens her mouth to speak, and then--

(in the blink of a violet eye, the single beat of a pendulum clock, an endless Endless moment)

--something happens.

Dark eyes widen, nearly black with shock and the only color in her chalk-white face.

"Sunrise and miles to go," she whispers. "Sa souvraya niende misain ye."

[OOC: Please see explanation posted here.]

twoeyesonthesky.livejournal.com

Quinn stayed last night. He had some things to think about.

Still does.

He's over by the fire, his usual cup of largely untouched but still hot coffee in his hands, where he can smell it and feel it without having to engage his conscious mind about it. That's sort of tied up elsewhere.

female-were.livejournal.com

Raina's sitting in a booth watching people in the bar. There's a large bowl in front of her that contains a third of the cesar salad it once had. There's also a large glass of coke. Her mood is so-so due to running in the forest earlier, so poke at your own risk.

Though it should probably be noted that she's wearing a skirt, which she hasn't done for a while.

clumsy_auror

The front door opens and in blows an Auror, cheeks as pink as her hair, eyes alight.

She brightens further when she spots her family nearby, and walks over to join them.

the4thsister.livejournal.com

((OOM- Millitimed to the 15th Paige calls her bank))

Paige walks into the Bar with only her credit card, finally she can pay her bartab, well okay not pay it out right, but at least she'll have a little longer before she needs to worry about it, hopefully she'll have found a decent paying job by the time her statement comes.

She puts her card down on the Bar, signs the receipt and walks back out ~~apart from in the other timeline where she goes to help Snowball~~

((not for tagging just wanted to get this out of the way))

Current Mood: frustrated

chazaqiel.livejournal.com

[OOM: Identity]

The door opens to admit a gust of freezing air and, stooping slightly, Chaz Gregory. He's just under seven feet tall; that midnight blue suit took a lot of expensive tailoring. In the alley behind him, streetlights shine on asphalt slick with the downpour of rain and sleet, but Chaz himself is dry except for a gleaming crown of drops in his dark hair.

Infernal powers do have their payoffs.

There's a dingy, ragged slip of paper in his hand. He looks around, taking in the place and...diverse clientele...with impassive gray eyes, then smiles. Pleased, a little quizzical. "Huh. So it is real. Crazy."

First stop, the Bar, and his first glass of Atlantean in two and a half thousand years.

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

Bernard is in the bar, at the usual table, with his son. Sunny is frolicking nearby, unless her mun says otherwise.

It's been a long week, and Bernard's feeling rather worse for the wear.

Anthony just can't quite figure out why he's stuck with Daddy so much, but he's pretty much accepted this change in routine with typical good spirits.

He really is disconcertingly calm for an infant, at times.

So.

Bernard. Tired. Somewhat cranky. Anthony. Chillin'. Not really very cranky at all.

awesome_lilly

Lilly is totally, totally fine. If you've heard anything about a sudden identity crisis, whatever, she has no idea what you're talking about.

But she does have a sign. Yeah. That sign.

Also a margarita and chips and salsa. Hey, even pimps need to eat.

[ETA: ack, braindeath by exhaustion. slowtimes, please? thanks!]

scapepig

[oom: The Sheep Distraction mission.]

For the sake of continuity, an hour or so after the party depart they return. Snowball turns to the others.

"Thank you everyone. You did an excellent job."

When they next go to the bar, each will find a small bag containing ten shillings sixpence and a large potato.

guppy_sandhu

One doctor sitting by the fire, eating dinner. He is in somewhat better spirits, a. because he's slept and b. because he's not hung over any more.

On his feet is a big sleepy black cat, curled up on top of a troll squeaky toy.

The doctor is in

mollyprewett.livejournal.com

Molly is out by the lake, trying something new with her magic. Inspired by her session with Magius the other night, she's decided to exercise her skills a bit.

So, cloaked and hooded, she is out by the water. She's levitated a huge block of ice to the shore, frozen with a spell. Now she's using her wand (and judicious use of focused heating charms) to shape the ice. It's beginning to look more and more like a sleeping dragon.

Come and watch, or tell her she shouldn't quit her day job.

undignified

There's been singing in the bar. People singing and things when they didn't intend to, and last time people were saying and doing things they didn't intend to--

Well, it should just be noted that Wes keeps glancing down to make sure he's not suddenly wearing a dress.

Besides that, he's sitting at a table and still studying those DVDs.

There's X-wings on the box!

kitchen_maid

Amy has tea, and a plate of cookies and a comfortable place over near the fireplace. She has, unfortunately, fallen asleep before she could properly enjoy any of them.

Someone should wake her up. She's going to get a terrible crick in her neck sleeping like that.

just_the_doctor

[OOM: Utah, 2012. The Doctor and Rose discover a menace under the Utah desert. No, it isn't Mormons. (Spoilers for Dalek)]

gentleprince.livejournal.com

Once upon a time there was a universe at the end of the bar, in the bar at the end of the universe. It was very pretty to look at, all explody and violent and really when you've got a show like that going on all the time, it tends to encourage people to act up.

So, Security's inna bar. Well-armed, alert, and presently involved in the mind-altering task of...

...reading Where's My Cow?

If you're wise, you won't ask. No, you really, really won't ask.

kayip.livejournal.com

[OOM: Return to the woods.]

Behrooz wanders up to the bar, looking a little tired but for the moment more interested in something to eat. He takes a moment to try to think of something cheap, as even if someone else has paid off his tab, he'd rather like to return to his job on the outside and pay it off himself. But before he says anything, of steak appears in front of him. It looks cooked, but he can smell that only the edges have been browned slightly.

"I - I can't afford that," he says, a little weakly, trying to press the longing for meat from his mind. It doesn't disappear.

He stares at it for another moment, then mumbles a little defensively, "I'll just have a salad."

The plate changes, and he pokes at the salad, attempting to push the rather wonderful smell of the steak from his mind.

tibetanmethod

Dale Cooper, at a table, has a pen (ballpoint) and paper (plain white), and a cup of coffee. Next to this rests a stamped, addressed envelope.

Ben Horne, father of Audrey, for all his other sins, may have been right about one thing (even if he was lying) -- times like these make a man aware of the value of life. And it's been too long since Cooper wrote his father out West anyhow.

That, and he can conduct subtle inquiries into further information about his mother's dreams.

Right now he seems to be illustrating something by means of stick figures.

holy-oats.livejournal.com

A stack of books makes its way downstairs.

Somewhere behind said stack is, presumably, Mightily Oats.

He's got a tab to settle, you see, and it's probably best to return everything that isn't his.

"Thank you," he says ruefully as he sets the pile down on Bar's surface.

Did we mention he's got no money?

... He needs tea.

e_delmar

Ennis is In Control. He's cool, he's calm, he's collected. Hasn't got a worry on his mind. He's certainly not sitting on the couch by the fire, drinking. And even if he was, he certainly wouldn't have pulled out the harmonica, and tried to blow a tune or two on it.

karthan-pirate.livejournal.com

There is a short and weathered man with green eyes approaching the Bar. He orders dinner, and appears both startled and pleased when Bar also presents him with a book, History of Flight, in Atheran.

Avar almost forgets to take his dinner with him in his eagerness to begin reading. Though the only way to tell is his quick turn and faint hesitation before reaching back to pick up his plate.

As for his tab, he has been lucky enough to have his son cover it each time Arithon pays his own.

Meanwhile, there is a pirate king seated at a table, occasionally taking a bite of his dinner while poring over his new book.

mediocresaint.livejournal.com

The tune is easier to remember now, and after practicing a few scales, Salieri finds himself once more in the bar. He buys a glass of wine, picks up his sheaf of music, and settles down at the piano to play. Something spritely, thinks Salieri, to raise the spirits.

It's obvious that he's not concentrating particularly hard.

bohemian-mark.livejournal.com

[OOM: Academy Awards, 1999 In which two years ago beats both Elizabethans and the Second World War. Rated G for gratuitious singing, F for flailing, and S for surprised nominees.]

dark-ex-watcher.livejournal.com

Following Wesley Wyndham-Pryce's journey to the Death Realms and back....

The Front Door opens and a haggard yet triumphant Wesley steps through, clutching a forbidding tome tightly to his chest. He closes the Door behind him, and walks over to Bar. Setting the book down right in front of him, he orders a Lagavulin and takes a long, satisfying first sip.

Curious where he's been? Furious because he left without warning? Tag away!

missginnytonic.livejournal.com

Ginny is in the bar and dressed tonight..she's eatting M&M's she's willing to share them

gramarye1971

Merriman has cognac, and a copy of Cicero's Phillipics.

The cognac is to help him get through the Phillipics without banging his head against the table. Reading most anything by Cicero tends to prompt that kind of reaction, no matter how many times he's read it.

anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com

Anthy steps inside slowly, eyes unfocused.

One hand is worrying at something in her pocket, but when she reaches the bar she lifts it out. "Tea, please. Something floral, but not roses."