milliways_bar | Mar. 31st, 2006

Mar. 31st, 2006

highking.livejournal.com

Peter's not been here in a while.

He's been spending a lot of time in the House of Arch with his family and Caspian, but tonight he was feeling restless, and so here he is, in a booth, with dinner and a pint of dwarven beer.

qsilver-md.livejournal.com

Kevin and Darien are in a booth together, just having a quiet beer.

They're not really talking about anything significant when the background music starts up.

undignified

Wes is at the Bar, Whyren's in his hand and a confused expression on his face.

His tab seems to have been reduced rather a bit.

Hmm.

Now would be a safe time to steal Reese's Pieces (he's got a bowl!), really, considering how distracted he seems to be.

collects_ears

[[OOM: In which George visits Alanna's sick room in the Palace. Old friends are reunited and a request is made.]]

Millitimed to last Tuesday. Because we can.

swinging-cod.livejournal.com

[ooc: Jayne gets a visitor. Well. Ain't that just downright interesting.]

latino_menace

It occured to Ramon today that he's supposed to be looking for someone to help Nita out, and so, he came to the bar. Bah.

As it turns out, sprawling on an armchair with a newspaper is much more fun. He's starting to get used to being lazy. This? Is not a good thing. So please annoy at will.

Current Location: Oooh location box!

tibetanmethod

[OOM: The last few days in Twin Peaks have been busy ones for Dale Cooper; the Laura Palmer murder investigation has taken a few twists.

He interrogates the one-armed man and finds out more about Bob -- a man from Cooper's dream. Then Audrey Horne gives Cooper some information, and shortly thereafter Benjamin Horne -- Audrey's father -- is arrested.

As Ben is being stashed in a cell, Cooper and Sheriff Truman are waylaid by the Log Lady, and given some information. It's not good news. The next morning comes the interrogation of Benjamin Horne -- in the presence of Ben's brother Jerry. Cooper's patience and good will aren't endless, it seems, when it comes to the Brothers Horne.

Then comes the test -- did Ben Horne murder Laura Palmer? Based on the reaction of the one-armed man, Cooper doesn't think so. Sheriff Truman doesn't take the news well, to say the least, and declares a moratorium on Tibetan mumbo-jumbo.

Cooper takes it gracefully.

Really.]

amanda-darieux.livejournal.com

The door opens and a woman walks in, she is wearing a black evening gown. A bottle of champagne and two glasses in hand. A devilishly charming smile dawns her face until she turns and see's the bar. Quickly she turns to go back the way she came but just as she gets to the door it shuts and vanishes. The very confused immortal is desperately searching the wall where the door should be to find a way out and she doesn't look happy.

It looks like Amanda, though there are a few subtle differences that some may notice. One she isn't wearing her usual cmithril choker with crystal but instead has a wedding band and then there is the part where she doesn't seem to know where she is.

Approach with caution. She is mean, confused, upset, and armed.

[OOC: this is an AU Amanda who has no recollection of any conversation or previous visits in this bar.]

[OOC: ~~Am taking off for an hour or so for Lunch be~~ back ~~as soon as possible.~~]

magius-unlocked.livejournal.com

The man called Magius of Krynn sits in a booth, garbed in silvery-white robes, and humming. He is reading a large silvery-backed tome and as he reads it, there is a shimmering soft light coming off of it. A staff topped with a dragon's claw clutching a crystal ball leans against the booth wall next to him.

ncdcas-cable.livejournal.com

Nathan sits in a booth stretching, feeling oddly lethargic this morning. After another aging spurt and a short night's rest he isnt in pain right now, but he is feeling out of sorts. He watches the bar crowd with a puzzled frown and sipping a beer. His left eye glows blue-white the whole time.

gil-whimple.livejournal.com

Breakfast time and Gil was looking around for Sooty. Since the weather had improved so dramatically the little purple god had been less inclined to sleep in in the mornings and more interested in getting out in the fresh air. Gil too appreciated being to romp outside, resuming his morning dips in the lake, and today, with the sun shining, decided to bring breakfast outside. This was simply done - large amounts of coffee in two mugs and a napkin full of assorted pastries.

Now to find Sooty. Gil looked aound and yelled.

Saves time doesn't it?

lvpd_sidle

Sara is brooding by one of the fireplaces.

12 year old raises enough reasonable doubt to acquit older brother of murder.

She'd welcome reprieve from her thoughts.

vanishedfather.livejournal.com

It had been a while since he'd first arrived, and the door wasn't in the same place as it had been previously, so White is certainly surprised when he walks into what the thinks is an office and finds himself in Milliways. After a moment of startled blinking, his lips curve into a smile that, while somewhat satisfied, holds no warmth. He looks over the room, almost certainly searching for something or someone in particular.

He doesn't find it. This annoys him, but only a little. That would be almost too easy.

Care to help the man find what he's looking for? ~~Or hinder him, which is fun for his mun.~~

dragon_twin

Melou is in the bar today, in his usual good mood. This is because he has Plans, though he may or may not tell you about them.

He tries his luck again at the bar for a drink, but is presented with a coke instead. Resigned, he shrugs and wanders off to a booth.

[ooc: mun is here all day and is not in a good place and is bored, so taggage most welcome. please note threads must be faded or wrapped by 4:30pm EST.]

go-between.livejournal.com

Richard helps Gary with a case.

Warnings for make out sessions and law kinks.

gotham-knocking.livejournal.com

OOM: Knox makes a phone call

gotham-knocking.livejournal.com

For Knox, it was Happy Hour on a Thursday. But he found the Bar first, and would have to settle for a beer amidst the quiet of early afternoon. At least he knew that Happy Hour would be waiting for him at home.

Come say hi.

[ooc: slowtime possible for work]

milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com

There's an English soldier in the Bar. He's in uniform, same as always, but he's got two cases with him: one large and heavy-looking, one smaller and slimmer and black. As he places his order, he sets three envelopes down on the Bar. "If you could get these to their destinations," he says, "I'd be bloody grateful."

( To Matilda Wormwood. )

( To Grammaton Cleric John Preston. )

( To Andrew Wells. )

The envelopes disappear, so he takes up his food and finds a spot to sit.

morbid-midweek.livejournal.com

Once again, Wednesday finds herself in the bar instead of her dorm's common room. She's not complaining. Better place to read anyway.

Today's book in question is Mortuary Science: A Sourcebook. She settles at the bar, orders a lemonade, since it was so good last time, and opens the book to read.

venusadept_2

An idea struck Felix last night, so he's now outside testing it and practicing. The consequence of this is as follows:

Felix has obtained, by one means or another, something approximating a scarecrow and several short lengths of fuse. He has the scarecrow leaning against a tree and keeps connecting the fuses to its... well, its leg-stumps. He lights the fuse - how, the mun's not sure; perhaps he got a lighter or flint and steel from Bar - and walking some distance off while it is burning down. When the flame reaches the scarecrow he runs toward it and attempts to make sand to smother the fire.

Perhaps you'll notice him.

somnium-sum.livejournal.com

[Out of Milliways, Roiben visits the grove.]

payshisdebts

Having adjusted to the fact that he was apparently dimensionally tossed and stuck in a bar safe from those who would pursue him -- namely, his sister -- Tyrion has decided this is the place to be, for now. With a glass of wine in one hand, and a plate of cheese and bread before him, he contemplates the bar.

People watching, for fun -- and possibly profit. Who knows what he might be able to glean from casual conversation, or merely watching people interact... is he watching you?

ariseinmight

The lonely strains of a solo violin play as Melkor descends the stairs. He should have known better than to come back into the bar while this strange musical force was still loose, but now that he's here, there's no getting around it. He sighs heavily and lets the Song do what it will.

( Devils are all right for some... )

Finally released from the influence (for now, at least), Melkor closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose. "Goddamn it. Atlantean," he says to Bar. "Big one."

corsec-jedi.livejournal.com

Corran inna bar.

With a lomin-ale.

Come. Amuse him.

~~[OOC: Responses may be slow--mun's half-heartedly typing a paper while he's at it.~~ Gave up. Most of it's done anyway. Tag away!]

mark-of-samael.livejournal.com

Well, now she doesn't have to worry so much about suddenly sending this place hurtling into a horrible nightmare apocalypse. Definitely a good thing.

So, it is a slightly more relaxed Alessa who steps forth from the shadows. (Technically, a slightly more relaxed-looking projection thereof, but let's not quibble over semantics.)

This is to say, she still looks fairly nervous about the whole thing, but not quite at the edge of terror. Maybe a few steps back from the edge.

Current Mood: curious

gone_byebye

[OOM: There's a change in the air around Chevy Chase, MD, and it's aimed straight for Dr. Stantz.]

fire-of-mahal.livejournal.com

It is not advised for the sensitive of nose to approach the table off to one side where the Dwarf sits. The smell of smoke and fire tends to get into a beard that size, and dispense itself to all and sundry over the course of time.

Of course, if you already know him and you don't mind that, there's a free spot at his table.

eldorne-girl.livejournal.com

[there is a Delia in the bar, as there was yesterday. Unlike yesterday, though, her movements are stiff and her clothes are now more for comfort then style.]

[there is also, although she's tried to hide it with her hair, quite an impressive bruise on her right jaw and cheek]

gotham-knocking.livejournal.com

OOM: Knox's investigation continues with a trip to the lab

red-mare.livejournal.com

Among Jah-lila's herd, this is the beginning of the midwife's busy time. But by custom and by biology, it happens that the afternoon is rarely taken up by foaling, so it should not be that much of a surprise to see the red unicorn cantering out from under the trees.

Wandering hath its privileges.

liz-imbrie-.livejournal.com

[OOM: You're fired!]

"Lese-majeste," Liz Imbrie murmurs as she wraps her hands around a cup of tea. In front of her is the sailing timetable of the USS Orion; she's circled a few dates.

She looks a little dazed.

Come snap her out of it.

[OOC: Mun cannot, for reasons unknown, sign onto AIM. Oops?]

tristranthorn

[Pre-Milliways]

The door opens into a brightly lit space. Tristran Thorn is almost hesitant to take a step forward in case he ends up falling to his peril instead of finding his feet on firm ground. But he does it anyway because curiousity gets the better of him. The door closes behind him in a mysterious sort of way. He turns briefly to look over his shoulder, then his attention is brought back to the main room.

The warm chunk of wax in his hand is momentarily forgotten; all the young man in strange crimson and canary and russet cloth has on his mind is, where am I?, what is this place? and did the candle really bring me here?

He looks around and is very confused, but he has to admit, once his heart has resumed a more regular beat, that the atmosphere is rather pleasant, really.

Though it doesn't keep him from standing stock-still in his spot, looking rather out-of-place and foolish.

hero-jack.livejournal.com

Jack's hanging around outside. Not so bad in the daylight, he thinks.

A cigarette hangs from his fingers loosely as he just stares over the water, thinking.

(He is so emo)

Come and chat.

namo

Námo is in the bar.

With a large hound at his feet, sleeping peacefully.

He is sprawled across a sofa, comfortable while listening to his iPod and reading a book of collected poetry.

The Elf would not mind distraction since he's been a little on edge the last two days.

guppy_sandhu

Guppy has two ways of working through difficult times. One is to work until he falls over.
This is generally unproductive after the first eighteen hours or so.
His second way is to be more organised about it, which is why he's now sitting on a table by the infirmary surrounded by stuff. One fire extinguisher, one tricorder set to thermal sensitivity (for the potential burning people), one book on how to successfully deliver a baby, a kitchen timer, (so he remembers to eat and later, to sleep), and a sign.

The doctor is in

shufti

For anyone who's been seeing a lot of Shufti, she seems to have gained about two weeks of pregnancy in the last day. This is because she's been home.

Now she's sitting by the fire with her feet up, sorting out her knitting bag. Because the nesting instinct is strong today and she doesn't have any cupboards to clear out.

pen-velui.livejournal.com

[Mun is on and off due to Power and Internet Issues. But loves tags anyhow.]

Lúthien wanders down the stairs to the main bar, finding herself a seat near a window looking outward to the lake (as opposed as outward to the destruction, which she still isn't altogether fond of).

This time is being well-spent scrutinizing all of the mysterious singing that has been breaking out in Milliways.

Her music has not been like that. It puzzles her, and has quite easily caught her interest.

Some of them are actually passable singers.

Though she may not ever seem to, Lúthien does welcome company.

(Most company.)

iambetadraconis

A traitor and a Death Eater walk into a bar...

...and apparently the punchline of that involves a DAMN lot of alcohol, because both Gorlim and Rabastan are very, very thoroughly pissed. They've probably been here all night. There are a number of bottles around them, all empty but one.

There is also a bucket under the table, placed by some thoughtful rat at some point. Neither of them seems to have noticed it yet.

Their presence comes with a warning that they might soon.

And Rabastan is having a rather unusual dream where tulips sing lullabies and tye-dyed, knitted moths flit about under an emerald-green sky. Seems as though he's hallucinating again, and it's a very entertaining, albeit surreal dream. It also seems that if you drink enough firewhiskey, your mind will start having psychedellic trips.

Only thing missing is the appropriate music, but it wouldn't matter anyways—he can't hear a damn thing, though he giggles now and then.

For now, it looks as though all his cares have been drowned in liquor.

And he's happy, content, and very plastered.

Until he wakes up that is...

Yeah it's a multi-pup, multi-mun post. Tag one or the other or maybe both.

Just be careful though, as contents may explode at the worst possible time.

Current Mood: DRUNK!

fighting_mad

[After this:]

A tall, broad-shouldered bald woman, striking face currently pulled into a prodigious scowl, storms through the door into Milliways. She carries a duffel bag slung over her shoulder, and she has a tight grip on a datapad in her left hand. The sleeves of her neon orange flightsuit are tied around her waist, leaving her in a white undershirt that doesn't leave many of her arm muscles to the imagination. She gets about five steps before she realizes that this is not the base corridor.

Plourr stands frozen five steps from the door, brown eyes flicking about, staring. Her frown deepens, because she has no idea what's going on, and, well. She doesn't have a blaster.

This is probably a Very Good Thing, Milliways.

spark-girl.livejournal.com

She's in a quiet mood today, so Agatha is sitting by the fire, reading. The Glass Dirigible, if you must know. Her thoughts seem to be elsewhere, though -- and not on new clank designs as they usually are.

alwaysroomforhope

Steph's in one of the giant squashy armchairs near the fire again. This time, she's all curled up in the seat with her head on an armrest and one leg dangling over the other, soundly sleeping. Probably drooling a bit, too. For shame.

[ooc: and ... mun is abed now. g'night, loves.]

http://users.livejournal.com/_lady_death/

Lady Death floats into the bar, her Nameless Hellhounds trailing along behind her. She floats to the counter and orders a glass of mead as she surveys the patrons and things (the things are also people, Arthur).

beyond-therest.livejournal.com

I'm in a good mood, or so I've been told....not that Neil's a reliable source. The usual cigarettes and chocolate milk sits beside me as I dwell in the usual place of my choice, the floor, a corner of the room.

So the smile on my face, unusual

Maybe I'll tell you, strangers are exciting, right? Come on, try and guess what's making me happy. I dare you. Maybe it's just another game I've stirred up to amuse myself.

Inhale.

stuck-mynock.livejournal.com

[His leaving handwaved for happening earlier today. OOM: Atton gets money, a fake ID, and then blows somebody up along with a couple of buildings.]

Atton enters the bar, his shirt (and some of his hair, but he has no idea how it got there) a little bloody. Soaked in blood, really. Despite this, he's grinning quite cheerfully as he puts a couple of credit chips down on the Bar and pays off both his tab and Gavin's tab. He quickly orders a drink and a new shirt and heads over to a booth.

He doesn't drink. He just sits there, grinning like a loon and humming a tune that, if it had words, would be 'I payed my tab, I payed my tab.'

((~~I'm off for a while, but tag and I'll pick them up later.~~ And back.))

bloodyrockgod

The music starts as soon as Charlie comes downstairs. Guitars and drums, fast and driving, enough to make him shimmy and lift his hands.

( Oh, he likes this. )

He doesn't know anybody named Michael--but there's a certain somebody who'll full that void just fine.

fearcrow.livejournal.com

Jonathon Crane's here.

Yes, what is the world coming to. Pensive expression, pensive pose -- if his glasses could be pensive on top of his nose they would be. He orders a mug of coffee from a wait rat and sits in a booth, trying to ignore the fact that the shadows under his eyes would make goths jealous.

"The only emporer is the emporer of ice cream," he muses softly.

[ooc: Cannot be here too long. Slowtime's okay.]

http://users.livejournal.com/_queue_/

(ooc: oom~ Q contemplates a puzzle.)

There is a flash of light, and an irritable Q is present of a sudden.

giftedthom.livejournal.com

*Thom could probably use a drink, but instead he's decided to spend the evening all strung out on pure nerves.*

prydeful

Once upon a time, going to the bar would be just to have fun.

It's a little more, "Desperately need to relax without killer robots watching every mood," nowadays for Kitty, who's working on drinking her coffee with the devotion some give to prayer.

That said, she doesn't mind being distracted from her devotions.

Current Location: Milliways

walker-cain.livejournal.com

In a chair, drinking vodka, reading Clarke, sits a timeless walker.

A quiet night in front of the fire for Cain.

blue_ajah

Moiraine glides down the stairs from her upstairs study, leatherbound journal and pen held almost absently at her side-- almost as though they have been forgotten, due to her being lost in thought.

As she reaches the foot of the stairs and glances around the room, however, she tucks both into a deep, hidden pocket of her skirt before starting toward the Bar.

gris_bug_man

Grissom hasn't been in the bar in a while. It's been busy back in Vegas and he has also been thoroughly enjoying the blessings of fatherhood.

He comes in and takes a seat at his normal booth.

And then, with an expression of utmost confusion, begins to ( sing )

He is left in shocked silence.

fiddle-deedee.livejournal.com

Scarlett O'Hara - or, rather, Scarlett O'Hara Kennedy - walks through the door of the office of her new lumber mill and finds herself in a famliar place.

Her face lights up. It's been a long, long time. She's seen the deaths of her parents, the ruination of her beloved Tara, the end of a war, and the marriage to yet another husband she wasn't really interested in marrying.

The smile dims as she approaches the bar and notices her tab.

"Great balls of fire!" She grudgingly removes her change purse and settles up. Muttering something that sounds very much like, "They should do what I do, and not accept credit at all," as she turns to survey the bar.

chazaqiel.livejournal.com

Chaz's midnight blue suit is considerably more rumpled than he generally allows it to get, tonight, and his tie is in his pocket.

Long day. Long flight back to Chicago, too, and another long flight ahead of him.

"Babe, do you have anything that can beat Atlantean?"

And a moment later he's unscrewing (!) the top of a bottle of the Ol' Janx Spirit, and pouring a tumbler full, which he drinks off in one toss.

"...yikes."

It tastes almost precisely like bourbon doesn't, and has the kick of a divinely-inhabited mule. He fills it back up and lights a cigarette.

song_tra_bong

And low and behold there's an Exhibit C. T-shirt and jeans tonight; t-shirt reads "Property of Parris Island Athletic Dept." Even the wardrobes here have a sense of humor.

Uniquely maladjusted but fun to be with, her special talents include flirting, sarcasm and the occasional psychotic break. (Oh, and that thing with the pudding.) Bare feet propped up on an empty chair, she's working her way through a Bloody Mary and a basket of chips and salsa. Act now and she might share.

[ooc: while this mun is not ubercaffinated, she did get into the Easter candy, thus this entrance post. Besides, Write is a filthy enabler. Who I need to buy a enabling gift basket as a thank you. She knows why.]

ardens-guard.livejournal.com

Over in that corner booth, exhibit A. One Prince of Amber, in mint condition. Dressed this evening in fetching white, you'll find him useful for such things as courtier's charm, royal aloofness or - if you pull the string on his back - maybe even some good humour and conversation.

Yours for the price of a single opening line.

latino_menace

And in another booth on the other side of the bar, Exhibit B. Casual this evening in jeans and a polo shirt, exhibit B specialises in being a forthright and rude bastard, smoking and drinking heavily and generally being as annoying as possible.

Doesn't sound like a good deal? Just remember that he tends to do it in a way that's somewhat entertaining (to him at least), and you may want to keep in mind the manager's special - this particular specimen is trying to behave at present, so annoy him enough and he may just implode before your very eyes! Yes! Free fireworks!

[OOC: Mun apologises. She's very tired and then drank coffee. 0_0]

by-matchlight.livejournal.com

Little match girl by the fire! She has a small piece of fabric with a crooked flower being cross stitched on it. She's concentrating very hard, which means that a distraction is imminent for the young girl. Care to offer one?

go-between.livejournal.com

The boys are spending the night at Gran's, and Gary and Richard are in the bar for a quiet drink. Richard has gone over to Bar for Scotch, and brings them back to Gary. As he hands over his glass, he begins to sing...

MY GIFT IS MY SONG...

And this one's for you.

And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world

I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss
Well a few of the verses well they've got me quite cross
But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song
It's for people like you that keep it turned on

And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world

So excuse me forgetting but these things I do
You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue
Anyway the thing is what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen

And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world

plant-alchemist.livejournal.com

Oblivious to the fact that people have been randomly bursting into song around the bar, Russell stakes out a table and piles books and papers all over it. Looks like someone is in for a long night of research. Or not...

He pulls out his chair, twirls it around on one leg, and sits on it backwards.

( He starts singing... )

Russell is silent for a brief moment, holding his pose, before his face turns pink and he looks around frightfully, hoping that no one just saw that little song and dance number he did. Wondering what the hell was going on, he backs away over to his chair, trying not to draw anymore attention to himself.

Maybe he can pretend it never happened. Riiiiight.

bedside-manners.livejournal.com

Janet wanders downstairs and scans the bar. She spots Sam immediately, sitting over by the observation window.

She open her mouth to say hi but, for some reason she can't explain, she starts singing instead.

It's hidden in colorado springs
The people don't know about these things
With the gate that we found
It's a wonderous sight...

At this point, Janet's eyes have gotten very wide. She glances over to Sam with a vague 'help me!' look.

With your gun strapped on tight
Through the blurring of light.

She does a small spin and points at Sam, leading them into the chorus.

maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com

Elaine is in the bar, in a chair, by the fire. She is wearing a blue bilaut over a white gown, and she looks quite pretty today.

She is knitting something quite happily. She does so love to knit for her friends.

She's missed talking with people and would love some company.

redsnout.livejournal.com

"Khoh! Khoh!" Raptor Red hadn't been expecting to see Milliways-and so she lets out a short, surprised call. After a cautious sniff, she settles back down though, trotting into the bar with Scribble at her heels. One short visit to the Bar herself later-to get a very large, very dead turtle-she and her chick head to one of the tables. While Red can't fit in the chairs, it makes for a decent place to drop the turtle so it's at a more convient biting height.

guppy_sandhu

Guppy is sitting at the bar, reading quietly.

Then he stands up, tears off his shirt theatrically and bursts into song.

"First I was afraid
I was petrified
Kept thinking I could never live
without you by my side
But I spent so many nights
thinking how you did me wrong
I grew strong
I learned how to carry on

( if you come back... )

He stops, stares in horror at his shirt and hurriedly puts it back on, trying to sort out the ripped off buttons.

creator_raven

There is an empty table, somewhere in the bar.

Around it, insofar as such a thing might be true in a place like Milliways, there is silence.

This is broken by a rather loud thump, as a certain someone misjudges the distance between the rafters and the chair.

Fortunately, lacking biology, Raven is highly unlikely to bruise from such a short fall.

Right?

Well, cookies will help, regardless. And the waitrats are very accomodating.

tibetanmethod

[After this.]

The alternative, thinks Cooper, is to sit in his room and do...well, nothing. Harry doesn't want him investigating, since they arrested the right man (they didn't, whispers the voice of intuition, they didn't), and there's been a moratorium declared on Tibetan hocus-pocus, so he's not in the mood to meditate.

The alternative is to sit in his room and do nothing. This is why Cooper isn't in his room. He's at a table, tieless and open-collared, with pie and a glass of milk, and Thoreau, which he's glaring at, mildly.

gone_byebye

Ray pushes open the front door and steps inside from New York City. "Okay, I give up," he says as he heads for the Bar. "Gimme something to make the formless nameless sense of dread go away."

The Bar gives him soft-serve ice cream with enough sprinkles on it to choke a pony. There are marshmallows.

He does not ask what brand as he takes his crime against dairy and goes to find a seat.

fire-of-mahal.livejournal.com

Gimli went back out to his forges earlier; he's returned now, and in search of a good beer and a place to finish his dinner.

No, he is not quaffing. He's not that kind of dwarf.

Might be some smoking later, though.

twoeyesonthesky.livejournal.com

Outside is lovely on a night like this, but you don't meet many people that way. Nor do you get supper, unless you feel like drawing on your traveling supplies, and Quinn doesn't. Of course, the problem is that there's too many possibilities inherent in the Milliways kitchen, so Quinn is left standing at the bar with an uncertain expression and a shifting of the weight from one foot to the other. You know the sort. If someone did it in front of you on line at McDonald's, they'd be doing it five minutes later as they tried to compare every possible combination on the menu.

Someone prod the poor boy in the back of the head or something? He's going to be doing that all bloody night at this rate.

symbiote-venom.livejournal.com

Eddie wanders into Milliways from the infirmary, having spent something of a not-so-comfortable night there. His chest has been bandaged up (though his clothes hide it) and his ribs fixed. His right arm, the bone set in place, is held in a cast. The cumbersome limb is held in a sling, much to Eddie's annoyance, since he doubts he'll be able to do much fighting in his condition. His face still shows signs of bruising, but there is no more swelling, something he is rather grateful for.

In other words, he's beaten up, but not on the verge of death.

Taking a seat at the bar, Eddie holds his head in one hand and sighs in frustration.

'Stupid, stupid, stupid...'

[ooc: Okie, so I should probably wait 'till the infirmary post is finished, but boredom got the best of me. And I planned to have him end up in this condition in the end anyways.]

rigthegames.livejournal.com

Hunched in the smoky corner of a booth is Sands, not so much scowling as looking grumpily contemplative. He’s got himself some tequila from the bar, but seems to be more interested in spinning the glass on the table than actually drinking it, and an ashtray that is verging on overflowing as he smokes his way through Ramon’s pack of cigarettes.

(ooc: scratch that. mun has been hit by a random wave of tired, and so must go to bed.)

devils-fear.livejournal.com

It's a curious place, this bar, and so far Matt has only seen a little of the place. Still in costume and wearing the mask he has returned to the bar itself and settled into a booth. Ordering from a rat was a bit peculiar but the small creature didn't have the awful smell of some rats he'd known so it wasn't so bad. And the tea it's brought back was just what'd he'd had in mind so it seemed the rodent knew his business.

Squeezing some honey into the tea he took a moment to inhale its aroma and took a careful drink. Listening to the goings on in the bar was interesting and took the mind off of other matters.

Matt's still new so feel free to say hello.

milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com

The moon out back isn't more than the thinnest of slivers in the sky. That's good. It's as far from the change as it's possible to get. He's going to need any extra time possible on the other side of that door very, very shortly. You can't tell it by looking at him- he's wearing his camouflage-painted stormtrooper armour, save for the helmet under his arm- but Sergeant Wells' palms are sweating like mad. He's been practising for weeks. He's been rehearsing this in his head. He's been- all kinds of things, really, he can't even remember. But now... this is the moment of truth, really.

With Zuko's help, tonight, at last, Sergeant Wells is going home.

not_that_spike

( in the rain )

maxwellsdemon02

Preventers does not only deal in large scale crime. They employ a wide variety of specialists, including hackers, pilots, SWAT teams and bomb squads.

Duo happens to be a head demolitions agent, and he got a call tonight.

Which is why the door to Milliways slams open, ejecting a sooty Duo Maxwell, along with a cloud of thick black smoke. Coughing and swearing, he kicks the door shut behind him and rubs his watch off on a small section of clean uniform.

"Not even midnight yet. Bastards."