milliways_bar | Apr. 10th, 2006

Apr. 10th, 2006

rigthegames.livejournal.com

He’s by the observation window today. Not even smoking, just standing and watching as the universe curls in on itself again and again, a hand pressed against the glass.

“Huh.”

You can say this for Milliways: there are worse places to regain your sight in.

dead-empath.livejournal.com

It isn't entirely clear whether Hisoka'd gone home last night, or had stuck around somewhere. Either way, he's here now, curled up at a table by the observation window and looking a little worse for wear. Not quite jumping at shadows, but not that far from it, either.

Feel free to poke. Just...not literally.

(OOC: Character is empathic. Please let me know if there are particularly strong emotions he should be picking up on, or if there's something he shouldn't notice, due to shielding, power, plot, or whatever.)

rebelfaerie.livejournal.com

There is a package left for "The Blonde One" (AKA Sunny).

lucky-domino.livejournal.com

Mutant mercenary, booth, alcohol. Some nights really do call for a drink, especially when one is heavily engaged in brooding. Not that she would admit to brooding. Or to avoidance, either, though she is very deliberately not looking in the direction of the bar.

Have at.

timsbooks.livejournal.com

Hellspawn is in the bar.

..What, you want more? It's bad enough doom is hanging over his head that he knows nothing about, and he's just lasing on a couch, without a care in the world. Poor kid.

elrond-healer.livejournal.com

Elrond sits at Bar, reading an old text from his world. He occasionally glances up to watch the Bar and look for any he knows, but the book, an old favorite, keeps his attention most of the time. A glass of a red drink recommended to him by a battle comrade here sits next to him on the Bar.

teyfera.livejournal.com

Shrinking into a booth as far from the main area as possible, Teyfera sits and watches the bar nervously. Her eyes are nervous and her hands twitch a bit on her tea as she drinks it. So many people who are not of her kind, so much noise and violence and activity... it is enough to make her jump at the slightest sound. Which, in this room, is a lot. She huddles back and watches with eyes wide.

doc-venkman.livejournal.com

Dana was sleeping in the infirmary, and the baby had just been fed. So Peter was sitting in a comfy chair near the Observation Window with his new daughter up on his shoulder to burp and carry. Welcome to say hi to him, and little Margaret Sophia (Maria for short) Venkman.

notanormalfox.livejournal.com

There's an FBI agent in the bar.

It's been a while since he's been there. This vacation's stretching into the millennia and it's making Mulder just a little antsy. What else is he gonna do?

He's got a big book on magic and the occult that he's going through.

bothbutneither.livejournal.com

Gren's had nothing but time to think about things since he got Julia's letter, going back and forth wondering if he should be carrying some sort of guilt he doesn't have. Logically, he knows it was time for her to move along and he's glad of that. She's dead; he's dead. She's gone; he's not.

Still, he would have liked to say goodbye but it didn't work out that way, just like it didn't work out that way while they were both alive. She just disappeared one day and the concept of old habits being hard to break even in death amuses him. And then he laughs at himself for thinking about a cup of Callisto Blue tea, because it's what he always drank out there.

Time for something new. If there are lessons to be had, he's ready to learn them. So he heads to the bar, glances at his tab -- he's still going to have to figure out a way to pay it off, and Julia's if he can, even though she's gone because honor is important to him -- and tries something new.

"How's the Atlantean I keep hearing about?" The glass appears. Holding it up to the light, he considers its heft and color, and raises the glass. He can smell the alcohol content in it from far away.

wheelsy_sheriff

Having been patched up and cleaned off a bit Bill comes down the stairs. He's a bit unsteady and definately still lost but least he ain't bleeding anymore right? Easing into a chair at the bar he waits for some help, pointedly not looking at the window or door.

gone_byebye

[OOM: There's a progress report with Ray's name on it, and oh, Lord, it's not good.]

newsinmyboxers.livejournal.com

[Pre-Milliways]

The bathroom door opens up into...a bar. For a second, Dan considers turning around, closing the door, and proceeding immediately to the nearest psych hospital.

"Not my birthday. Not April Fool's Day," he says to himself. "Did hell freeze over? That's it, Casey had sex and hell froze over. And now I'm in some post apocalyptic world where the Nuggets are the best team in the NBA and George Clinton's the president."

And probably not the best idea to launch into a monologue into Hell Frozen Over Bar. At least, thankfully, he had his pants on today.

[OOC: About to go AFK for a few hours. Slowtime!]

gotham-knocking.livejournal.com

So, the Bar can do anything. Knox has seen plenty of evidence of that. But can it do a good baby gift?

Now Knox could get Shufti and little Jack a stuffed animal, but do they have stuffed animals in Borogrovia? Maybe a mobile for a crib? Some picture books? Or would having mother and baby learn to read together just be insulting?

Knox has no clue. He just mailed his brother checks when his niece and nephew were born. And he's quite sure American dollars won't go too far outside the Bar.

If anyone has any ideas, Knox would love to hear them.

morbid-midweek.livejournal.com

Wednesday is in her glory. Her parents sent her a present. A new pet. A lovely colbalt blue tarantula. If she smiled, she'd be grinning from ear to ear.

Instead, she's sitting at a table, letting Cicero, as he's been named, crawl up her arm. Arachnophobes, beware.

gone_byebye

Ray went back home last night to finish the job he'd left from, and to talk to Egon and his sister about a brief vacation. He's in the bar now, working out a lesson plan for his nephews to follow while he's away, and taking the occasional note on something interesting going 'splodey outside the Window.

red-mare.livejournal.com

Jah-lila has learned to come and go more or less as she pleases, from her world to this. The red mare has a long run ahead of her, across the Mare's Back to the river where Calydor and Ses are keeping quiet company- but coming here will not make that run any longer. So today she may be found in the fields that lie past the lake, a small brown cat doing his level best to find something to pounce nearby.

twoeyesonthesky.livejournal.com

Last night was an interesting one for Quinn, to say the least. Maybe not interesting to anyone outside his own head, but conversations have a way of not necessarily meaning much to anyone who isn't involved.

Right now, he's got breakfast- not much, but there's a sectioned apple involved and he's picked out all the seeds already- and is largely ignoring it in favour of writing rapidly in a notebook the Bar's given him. He's picked up a fountain pen somewhere along the way, too- no offense to the forces of modern technology, but the pen just makes him more comfortable.

lvpd_sidle

Latest victim: twelve-year-old caucasian female. Reason for abduction: punishing the father.

Sara hasn't slept for three days now.

The bar isn't giving her anymore coffee.

Anyone feel brave enough to tell her to put the files down?

Current Mood: exhausted

mistressmaryquitecontrary

Mary Lennox is sitting in a booth, her legs tucked beneath her to give her extra height, poring dutifully over a list.

The first item is 'stakes'; the most recently added can be seen to read 'gloves'. It's somewhat of a long list.

treadingturds.livejournal.com

Jocasta's had quite a few of her new aquaintances recently question her morality, her honour, and her professionalism. Things she happens to take rather seriously. Things that might, if she were weaker, or at least less proud, cause her some distress. She's even been called 'evil'.

She's determined, however, not to let it get to her. An proper gentlewoman wouldn't let nasty words affect her, and an Assassin knows that the squabbles over morality don't affect the fact that there will always be people willing to pay for a death.

After her self-regulated training routine for the day is over and lunch is had, she changes into a tight laced black silk dress and sits at the piano, fingers dancing skillfully over the keys as she plays out a rather complex, but well rehearsed piece.

ulfin-kingsman.livejournal.com

Ulfin walks in through the front door, Carney the wildcat kitten sitting on his shoulder, claws buried in his cloak.

He heads for the Bar to get milk for the kitten and breakfast for himself.

colour_girl

Iris is sitting at the bar, sipping from her mug. In front of her are five jars all clustered together.

There is a small short note on the notice board: If you had a pet in the cutest pet contest, you can collect your earnings today. Just look for the gal with the rainbow wings. ^_~

twostandingby

Tycho is tucked into a booth with a sandwich--he doesn't know what kind, but he suspects that it's Earthian--and a glass of water, finishing his late lunch and watching the bar with interest. He's been here a month and though there have been times he's been annoyed with the lack of useful things to do, there's never a shortage of interesting people about. At any rate, he's friendly, content, and would welcome company, interesting or not.

giftedthom.livejournal.com

*Today, Thom is happy. No kidding. He just sits there and beams.

~~Like a young man in love.~~*

jedi-exile.livejournal.com

She had entered just two days ago, and already was feeling ansty and worried.

So she pulled her hair back this morning, clipped her lightsaber to her belt, straightened her robes and headed for the door.

Only, she felt really horrible. Like she should leave a note for one scoundrel that she was having severe problems with. So she headed back to the bar, requested a flimsi and a stylus and wrote out a note to him.

( a note for Atton Rand )

That done, she sets the note down on the bar, and asks for it to be delivered to Atton Rand. Then she's out the door. To face that destiny.

yuppie-trash.livejournal.com

Patrick had chosen his most conservative suit, but there's only so much you can do with a navy blue Italian-cut (cutting open greasy grey flesh clear to the bone) designer suit. It looked like what it was: expensive. He'd put on a white shirt with the suit and a conservative tie in a dark (bloody, congealing) red that pleased him.

He is sitting at a booth, the jacket of the suit is folded over on his side of the bench with an opened attache case. He has on red suspenders that match his now loosened silk tie (tie the cord tight, tigher around her neck.) On the table top there is a glass of flat mineral water, a silver Cross pen, and a yellow legal pad where he is neatly writing a line in blue ink.

'The old double standard. People suspect that it is all right that a woman treat a man like an object, because if it is ever reversed-'-pen lifts from the page, brow furrowing. He crosses it out, '~~The old double standard. People suspect that it is all right that a woman treat a man like an object, because if it is ever reversed.~~' And he writes beneath it in a distracted scrawl,

'Must be blonde.'

the_antiangst

You know it's warmed up agreeably when Angel comes in from out back, pickle tub in tow. Nice as getting back to drumming outside is, though, it doesn't hold up to the need for lunch.
So, Angel is now at a table, with pizza (pineapple-bacon-extra-cheese, as usual) and orange soda, people-watching. There's enough pizza to share, if one would be so inclined to ask.

(OOC: May run a bit slowish due to homework and laundry, but am here.)

cheevy.livejournal.com

Attention bar: This is an urgent public service message from your local intergalactic narrative.

A hippie has recently been spotted in your midst. His kind is known to read highfalootin' poppycock, hand out fliers, say things like "give peace a chance!", and smell faintly of motor oil and smoke. The individual in question has recently escaped from the planet Earth. Known to be highly adaptive and sociable animals, this one may even now be learning to blend in. Almost as if he were one of you.

The being is of average height, slender build, unkempt grooming, and (probably) answers to the name of Miniver Cheevy. If you believe you have sighted this creature, please contact your local authority. Warning: hippies are prone to bouts of overexcited idealism and sleeplessness, but pose no danger unless approached with offers of employment or a bath.

---

...Miniver inna bar, avidly devouring The Once and Future King (the book, not the person -- he's a vegetarian today).

unique-moments.livejournal.com

Samantha hit fourteen weeks pregnant this week, marking the second trimester mark, and the fact she's showing and has the weirdest cravings, makes her so happy.

The fact she's in the bar, marks this good mood.

So she's at a booth, a bowl of grapefruit with nuts and a glass of iced tea on the table with her, along with various books. She's holding a bottle of pills, reading the labels carefully, as she chews on her finger.

Come and chat!

awesome_lilly

Lilly is sitting at a table with a huge cup of coffee, a notebook, fabric swatches, a sex toy catalogue, the Kama Sutra and various pamphlets about the multiverse's most common STDs.

You know, it is hard out here for a pimp.

explorertruman.livejournal.com

Truman was in the bar, relaxing. Currently over by the Observation Window as usual.

"Hoopy," he sighed happily at the increasingly familiar sight. He also kept an eye out for that nice Ford fellow, and hoped the guy's employers would be interested in hiring him. A job that was Waaaay better, light years better even than any silly insurance adjusting deskjob.

capt-bogbot.livejournal.com

Well would you look at this, it's a mechanoid inna bar, he's not been around because he's been sulking back on board Starbug since he got the letter from Lister telling him he'd gone to Paige's world.

Currently though he's sitting at the bar wiping a small smudge from it's surface using a very fancy looking cloth Bar gave him, he's actually looking quite happyabout this.

Current Mood: chipper

the-calcium-tm.livejournal.com

Every now and then, Jimmy Connelly gets to take things from work home. Today? Heavy cream.

(Much better than that one time where he had all those eggs. Blimey. Chugging three pints of milk it one thing; four cartons of eggs is quite another.)

If you've a suggestion on what to do with the bottle, or just want to hop by, feel free.

Current Mood: happy
Current Location: The Bar

anythingbutblue

Little white boots crossed delicately at the ankles as she sits at the bar, Faye pulls out a deck of cards.

Just like her nail file or a fashion magazine, it's just something to help pass the time. But unlike the file or a magazine, the cards betray her as more than just another bored pretty face. The zip of shuffling cards between her hands is fast and steady and skillful, and she hardly has to watch what she's doing with them.

She sees Gren as she's looking around, and he looks... better, maybe, than he did last time she talked to him.

It's been a few weeks since they talked, but she hasn't forgotten how raw and awkward the conversation was. Whether she acknowledges it or not.

But she's not moving for anybody right now.

ardens-guard.livejournal.com

Julian enters the bar, bow in hand. He looks rather surprised to be here actually, but no matter. He just shrugs and gets a sandwich, then goes to relax in a booth.

ultimatetourist.livejournal.com

Beowulf Schaeffer, inna bar, with a notebook.

And several doodles all around him. Some of them look like spaceship hulls. Some seem to be electrical diagrams. And some are just weird.

eagleoftheglen.livejournal.com

A weary and slightly singed witch enters the bar.

After finding an unoccupied table, she places an order with one of the rats before turning her attention to a slightly battered scroll.

It's possible she's also muttering something about immature brothers.

simple-aeronaut.livejournal.com

Lee's acquired a set of clean clothes - though he hasn't disposed of the old set, just yet - and a room for himself and Hester.

Right now, they're outside, checking out the lake area and trying to decide if there's enough space to be worth getting a balloon.

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

Ace will never claim to be a master carver. She won't even say she's a brilliant wittler. Every once in a while, yes, she manages to turn out something that's really not to bad.

The rest of the time?

She makes an excellent pile of woodchips.

Tonight is looking to be a woodchip night. She's sitting by the fire, to better feed woodchips to it at regular intervals and stay nice and toasty warm.

not-one-drop.livejournal.com

Mal inna bar, wearing her army uniform.

Same as always, little cut, little battered, but happy. She's got a book about war and crime on Earth, right now, but would love to chat.

beyond-therest.livejournal.com

To put it simply, I am in the bar in a booth, which is surprisingly comfy. I'm laying down, my feet hanging off the edge and my skirt barely preventing me from flashing the rest of the bar. That's what I get for wearing a short skirt, but it's not really that short. My eyes are open, skimming the room, and I know I won't fall asleep. I'm just really comfortable.

Of coarse, I could be bothered though.

latino_menace

OOM: After Sands gets his eyes back, Ramon and Random take him to Portugal for dinner so he has a little time to readjust. And sober up.

[OOC: Rated S for Snark.]

dragonofgrey.livejournal.com

There was a ~~snarky wizard~~ ~~sly rich boy~~ cute white fox sleeping on top of the bar. Looking very peaceful with his tail curled around him, doesn't he? Dare you to wake him?

probability-cat.livejournal.com

A very beautiful woman walks into the bar. Well, walks isn't quite the word. Fumbles and feels her way into the bar might be more appropriate. She's rather tall, blonde, has a nice figure ... many people might find her pretty if it weren't for three things. She has a rather longish nose, a three-foot sword and glasses an inch thick.

She can't even tell that this bar isn't The Trough, so she doesn't react much to the sillicoid being, the white fox or even the samurai (both male and female). She may well grope her way past them without even noticing they're anything other than something to try to avoid walking through.

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Schrödinger's Cat.

loveinalocket.livejournal.com

Shiori walks into the bar, looking pale and a little nervous. She's carrying a smallish bag and a letter, which she carries to the bar. Inside the bag is hopefully enough money to pay her tab, and the letter is addressed to the other Ohtori students she's met here. The handwriting is a little shaky, but the letter is fairly legible. It reads:

       Everything's all right. I sent the letter. I'm going back there. I hope to return to Milliways fairly soon.
                         Shiori.

She places the letter and the bag down on the bar and leaves.

the_lioness

After her conversation with Thom, Alanna curls up on the sofa and watches patrons come and go. It's far too warm inside for the number of layers she has on, but now that the fevers are gone, she is perpetually cold once more.

[OOC: tags will likely be very slow. Please bear with me. :D]

noble-samurai.livejournal.com

Samurai Jack, as he is commonly known, walks into Milliways with his usual aura of calm about him, only slightly surprised at having arrived. He never really plans when to appear in the tavern, it simply...happens.

Making his way over to the bar, Jack orders a cup of tea (still not used to the idea of using a mug) and looks around. He's just starting to meet people in Milliways, and it's become somehow addictive for him. One does not go from no social contact to so much without craving more, it seems.

[ooc: Tags are at risk of being a tad on the slow side, what with work and all.]

qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com

He tiptoes down the steps before he intends to go to sleep. He'd taken days and days to write the letter he'd promised in only a night or two, but Kevin should know he's a slacker by now, so it probably won't surprise him. That being said, he hesitates just a little before placing the envelope on the bar.

"For Kevin Fawkes, all right, babe?"

And it fades away into the counter.

"Thanks, sugar."

Now, though, he had some sleep to catch up on

tragic_mask

Melpomene, sitting in a bar and chain-smoking. One of the more mundane ways she entertains herself on a quiet night.

She looks particularly moody. But then, she is the muse of tragedy.

Still, she's bored enough that she'll let you talk to her.
For a while, anyway.

jedipilot.livejournal.com

She really likes this whole walking without crutches thing - even if, technically, Jaina should still be on them. But she's being careful, really she is. No lightsaber training or unnecessary activity. Well, yet anyway.

Right now, however, Jaina is sitting at the bar, sipping at a large mug of caf. She didn't sleep too well the night before, and that lack is finally catching up with her. Half of a nerf burger dinner rests on a plate near by as Jaina slowly continues to pic kat it.

Then, she puts down her mug, remembering something that needs to be done. Digging in to her jumpsuit pocket, Jaina pulls out a credit chip and places it on Bar. "Think you can swap some of this into Earthian currency?"

A few green colored paper bills appear and Jaina picks them up to study more closely. Kriffing spaced Earthians. Hopefully, this will be enough for her outing with Sam tommorow.

withrocksin

Imp's been around. Just, you know, there was a bit of a singing epidemic going on, and he didn't much feel like running afoul of that as well.
That seems to be gone now, though, and so he's back out in the bar proper, with dinner and some dwarf bread for afterward. Presumably by the time he gets around to eating it, it'll have soaked long enough to avoid dental tragedy.

3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com

>> April 10th, 2006: A dish best served very cold

[OOM: A few days ago there was some clandestine plotting. This afternoon, plans are seen through in a twisting tale of cockiness and revenge, and later desperation and passion. There might also be porn. Rated R for nudity, language, and sexual imagery.]

curlys-boy.livejournal.com

[Out of Milliways]

Kyle had written in his journal for the last three days, stating what he thought were hallucinations caused by the moth balls in the linen closet; but it turned out that there really was a bar in there after all. He had just come home from work and wanted a few towels to take a nice bath. But his darling werewolf decided that they needed to really explore the place when there were a lot of people about. Next time he was hiding the dog biscuits from Warren. Right now, he could use a drink.

[jump in and tap either of them on the head if you like. Just don't use a rolled up newspaper.]

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

There is a flash of light, and Q is there.

Don't mind him. He's just a little grumpy this month as it seems someone posed him a riddle and none of the humanoids he's asked the riddle of have given him anything other than a very simple answer that he knows can't be the answer the puzzler is looking for.

attic-girl.livejournal.com

In an out of the way corner of the bar, Fuchsia is pacing.

Ok, perhaps throwing a mild fit would be more descriptive. But it's a quiet fit and any talking she's doing is to herself.

She's not crazy, honest. Just dramatic.

badinlatin

Mal entered the bar accidentally about a couple of hours ago. Talked to a new face, and now has holed himself up with a small notebook and a pen, scrawling notes while keeping his feet propped up on a chair at the end of his booth.

Feel free to drop on by, if you actually notice him before he slouches completely into his seat.

[ooc: OMG you guys, I've never had this many tags so early. I need dinner. Back in 15.

Dinner turned into something much huger by accident. Slowtime plz? I'm so sorry. I'll attempt to be back soon.]

awesome_lilly

After a very entertaining afternoon and evening spent with Miho, Lilly's back down in the bar with her stack of paperwork. Just the usual notes, sex toy catalogues, pop-up Kama Sutra, pamphlets about common STDs, and a few fabric swatches to round out the collection.

Also tequila. Because hiring whores and decorating a bordello just should not happen while you're entirely sober.

leftthecradle.livejournal.com

After such knowledge, what forgiveness? Think now
History has many cunning passages, contrived corridors
And issues, deceives with whispering ambitions,
Guides us by vanities.
~TS Eliot

***

The Ranger sits and watches the Death of the Universe. And, doing so, he contemplates the deaths he witnessed not so long ago.

The sorrow he feels is less sharp. He has recovered much of his strength.

And now the task must begin in earnest.

colour_girl

Iris is once again at the bar, and once again she's looking for the owners of the cutest pets.

Of course, even if you aren't the owners, you can come up and talk to her. She won't mind. Really.

justtakesafairy.livejournal.com

Vida arrives at the stage door already looking utterly fabulous. By the time the curtain rises, she will be spectacular. She always is, after all.

Unfortunately, when she slips inside, what greets her on the other side is distinctly unlike any backstage she's ever seen before. In fact, it looked like a seedy bar of some sort.

"Oh, what in gay hell is this?"

gentleprince.livejournal.com

It's a nice night for Security to be in the bar, isn't it? So here's one, for your convenience. Faramir is sitting at a table near the Bar with about half a mug of ale and a book. He is wearing his sword, badge on the belt, and is available for business or just to talk.

dragonvolunteer.livejournal.com

Having tried and failed to borrow a flying carpet from Ballimore the giantess, Cimorene enters the bar clad in a tunic and britches. She's even wearing a sword.

She sits at the Bar, suddenly quite tired. "I'd love a glass of cider, if you don't mind, Bar."

The glass appears, and Cimorene takes it thoughtfully. If a Bar can produce any drink, and even clothing, might there be a magic carpet somewhere back there?

undignified

[OOM: Twenty-one pilots (plus one geekboy benefactory) in one room = best squadron briefing ever. Rated C for Crack, P for Pastries, and W for Whoa, the cleaning crew's not gonna like that mess. (Mun loves you all.)]

legendaryoutlaw.livejournal.com

Vash inna bar, and why not? He's not going anywhere soon.

collects_ears

George is in quite a social mood tonight.

He's singing softly to himself as he checks the specials board.

If one listens closely one might just be able to make out the words of the song.

"I'm a rover, seldom sober.. I'm a rover of high decree. And when I'm drinking I'm always thinking - how to gain my love's company.."

He makes a couple of additions, then announces:

"Tonight's drinks are Haiku Martini, Hangover, Harbor Lights and Harvest Moon."

"What'll it be?"

forest_king

[OOM: In Which Mendanbar Discovers a Problem.]

It's been a rather stressful two days for Mendanbar, who sent a note off to Cimorene yesterday morning, and had rather expected to hear back by now.

So he's looking rather more grim this evening as he comes into the bar than he usually does. Grim and kingly -- sword, circlet, grey eyes sharp and thoughtful.

He's really hoping Cimorene will be here tonight.

lt-naraht.livejournal.com

Ladies and gentlemen! Will you please welcome back Milliways Favorite Talking Rock!

Yes, Naraht is in the Bar, contemplating having a nice plate of C-4 for supper again. However, with his order of high-explosive cubes, Bar gives him several cans of this.

"Bar...is this dessert?

Anyone want to enlighten him?

mollyprewett.livejournal.com

Molly is at the bar, ignoring a plate of pasta and sipping at a glass of wine as she watches the other patrons.

It's a lazy night for her, so she's left her unicycle upstairs.

undignified

Huh. Wes Janson has remembered why he never wanted to be a squadron leader before.

As if the chaos of the other night wasn't enough, he's now got to do this organisation thing. This involves sitting in a booth with a mug of caf and a notepad, studying a list of twenty names and trying to remember how many patches he needs to get.

Also, wondering if he needs to organise something to counteract the supposed pointlessness of a squadron in a bar. This may or not involve working out how to requisition a proper simulator from the New Republic, among other things.

At least he's decided on a squad name now, though.

saint-veritas.livejournal.com

It's a rare entrance post, documenting a rareolder MacManus twin in the bar. With a slice of bread and a glass of tea, sitting near the fire, wearing a sweater that kind of takes away from the fact he's lost so much weight. He's friendly enough, so stop by and say hello.

ash--evildead.livejournal.com

It's not always easy to pry Jay away from the loving care of his mother and uncle, but Ash has managed it tonight. The baby's been fed and changed - in the privacy of the suite, naturally - and is just beginning to drift off to sleep in his father's arms.

Come meet the new arrival.

Current Mood: relaxed

not_that_spike

Some nights are sociable nights and some aren't, and some are right in between.

Tonight's a kind of in-between night: Spike isn't real sure he feels like drinking but he knows he doesn't want to hang out upstairs alone. So he wanders downstairs, lit cigarette in his mouth, and leans back against the wall near the front door. It's where he stood and watched the very first night he got here.

He thinks eventually he might get something to drink, something to eat. Then again, he might solve the mysteries of the whole damn universe from this spot by the door: he has no fucking idea. Whatever happens happens.

jack_f_twist

You know, there are dangers to smoking too much. Like if you're sprawled on a couch by a fire and you've got maybe a beer or two in you, and you light a cigarette and then start to nod off with the cigarette dangling between your lips, there's a danger of dropping the damn thing on your shirt and burning yourself.

Jack clearly hasn't thought this quite through. And his cigarette is starting to accumulate a terrifying amount of ash.

jackmccoy-da.livejournal.com

The Door opens to a busy and bustling street in the evening.

"The fact remains," Jack McCoy Murmured, voice rising in volume "That her body was found on our turf, which makes this our jurisdiction." He turned, speaking to his colleague on the opposite side of the door, "-Abby, we've got to have Dan understand that."

The door remains open, revealing (however briefly) the woman he's speaking to.

"...This place is hell to get a reservation in." Jack murmured, "I'm just going to see if they got my phonecall-they've screwed me over before."

The woman replied with a laugh, and Jack McCoy smiled, whistling genially before he stopped.

"....What the hell?"

The Armani suitcoat goes to the floor.

"-This isn't Blue Coastal."

Jack McCoy, Chief Prosecutor and Assistant District Attorney for the State of New York-hesitates before stalking into the bar.

Welcome to Milliways Jack.

Current Location: Milliways Bar

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OOM: Ingress writes in her diary

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Eddie is sitting at a booth, drumming his fingers against his cast as he mentally prepares himself for what is to come. On the table before him lie several photographs, though at first glance they appear to be of...well, monsters, really.

He could use the company, so come by and bug him as you will.

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Salieri is at the bar with his usual white wine and bowl of snacks, whistling the central melody of the Mass that he's currently working on, and occasionally scribbling in a new chord when the inspiration takes him. Mostly though, he's simply drinking wine and watching the residents of the bar.

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Miho is, as she often is at this time, outside running through kata. Very complex kata today, having gone back to basics a few days ago. She's concentrating hard - it might be agood idea to make noise if you're approaching - bokken may be wooden, but they can still be lethal.

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Totally oblivious to all upcoming doom, Kim's sitting at a table and reading.

She's drinking coffee and people watching.

She's also thinking about how to help a friend.

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Nothing especially complicated tonight. Quinn is settled in at one of the booths with his dinner; he's just feeling the need for good solid stuff at his back and walls around him. It's not agoraphobia so much as homesickness. Living in a fortress will do that to you.

He's obtained a notebook from the bar, and is either writing rapidly, sketching, or both. He'll remember dinner eventually.

http://users.livejournal.com/_wonder_girl_/

Somewhere, there is a mun trying to read philosophy and finding herself with the attention span of a hyper ferret.

Whether or not this has anything to do with the presence of Alice, who is drinking tea in a chair near the fire, we leave to you.

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Ginny's in the bar.. she's smiling she's happy come chat her up

[OOC: Her Mun is a little down looking for a laugh.]

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It’s been a busy week for Silvia, so busy she’s often searched for the timeless respite of Milliways and found only restrooms, booths and the city behind the doors she opened. As she settles into a table, a relieved grin breaks her tense expression and she begins to dig hungrily into her dinner.

[ ooc: mun is feeling cautiously adventurous. that being said, pls be gentle? thanks. ]

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[OOM: After this, Tycho and Winter burn off some steam. Warnings for adult content and gratuitous abuse of bathroom walls.]

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Since talking to Magius, Alice has decided that a little exploring is in order. So rather than be inside the bar she's out back. Taking in the fresh air and taking in the fact that 'Hey! No zombies' are about. She also wonders if Magius had talked to Dr. McCoy yet. Because if the guy could really come up with a cure for the T-virus... that would save people a lot of problems. Well... not the ones that were already dead but still.

Either way, she's outside laying out on the grass. She's still decked out in her guns. Simply because she still refuses to leave them anywhere and she feels safer with them. Not that she shouldn't feel safe here but still. She just... doesn't.