milliways_bar | Apr. 13th, 2006

Apr. 13th, 2006

gentleprince.livejournal.com

Faramir is in the bar, appearing as his usual coexistant contradictions. He is well-armed, but his face is gentle and open -- the kind of person you'd feel safe sitting next to on the subway, or asking for directions on a dark street. He is dressed in casual hunting garb, but seems adorned in a kingly air.

Tonight he is seated at a small round table near, but not next to, a wall. He has a cup of tea and a book, which he glances up from every so often, his grey eyes scanning the bar. The way he's sitting, it's a little hard to see his Security badge clipped to his belt just beside his sword, but you might notice it if the glint from the lights catches your eye. Or you might not. Either way, he's happy to chat.

latino_menace

One tanned and chilled Latino drug lord-cum-terrorist, sprawled over a sofa reading a Portuguese newspaper. He looks entirely happy and relaxed with the world - feel free to enjoy the calm. Or ruin it, whichever works.

prince-arithon.livejournal.com

Arithon is settled in at a table. Not a table in the corner. If he wants shadows, he can have them. Currently, however, he's on duty. So no shadows.

However, unless things start happening there is nothing in the world stopping him from writing lists, music, or just staring into space with a cheerful expression.

...Which may be disconcerting for people who knew him Pre-Bianca, actually.

minatour-kaz.livejournal.com

A large minotaur walks in the door with a gleaming axe in hand. His head moves from side to side as if he is looking for something. It doesn't take him long to notice that he is in a strange place. He mutters a low curse reguarding Sargas and an enchantment and gives an irritated snort.

The rather large minotaur looks as though he is sure he has lost his mind and he isn't happy about it.

It might be a good idea to approach with caution.

ncdcas-cable.livejournal.com

{OOM: Sparring and Other Pleasures: After much strangeness and much woe, there comes a kind of pleasure. Nathan and Alice meet again and find a kind of balance. Warnings for strange thoughts and sexual situations and strategic use of FTB.}

magius-unlocked.livejournal.com

Magius sits at a table, reading a large scroll and with several other scrolls on the table as well. They are all old, thge paper slightly discolored with time's touch, but seem in good condition. He smiles as he reads. He has recently begun retrieving 'lost' books nd scrolls from his homeworld. Perhaps soon he can make a contribution to the magical library. For now, it is like reading old friends once more.

venusadept_2

It has, apparently, occurred to Felix that, this being Milliways, he doesn't have to remain unshaven. Thus, he has obtained a bowl of water from Bar and is shaving.

If you make him cut himself he'll simply fix the cut with no harm done.

lvpd_sidle

[OOM the First: One of the hunters is being hunted in return.]

[OOM the Second: Sara and Grissom see what they had been missing. And so does the killer.]

Current Mood: pessimistic

p3-premonitions.livejournal.com

Phoebe's in the bar again, she seems to be distressed over what's happening with Piper. She's sipping latte and typing furiously on her laptop.

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

[OOM: Hannibal does some cleaning. Warning for blood]

Hannibal's at the bar and he smells like Pine-sol. Ah, domesticity.

There's an unopened beer in one hand. He's tapping the bar with the other.

awesome_lilly

Lilly knows quite a few hangover tricks, but sometimes, after you've had alcohol in every color of the rainbow, nothing will quite stave one off. By midday, however, she's applied enough water, ibuprofen, and coffee to feel up to venturing down to the bar in search of... more coffee. And a croissant.

She has both now, and a quiet booth in which to attempt to decipher last night's mystic scribbles.

scion-of-amber.livejournal.com

And in through the door walks a certain little redhaired princess. Dressed in tunic and leggings today, of a colour that shifts from green to grey to brown and never stands still. The perfect camouflage, you might say. Her boots are silent, and her wealth of fiery curls are tamed by a sensible braid. Over one shoulder, she has a small pack, and on her belt she has a sheath for a knife and...

Well.

An axe.

It's a very nice axe, kept nice and sharp, with a delicate pattern etched onto the blade, but...

It's still an axe.

Smiling her faint, knowing smile, Fiona walks across the floor of Milliways to take a seat at the bar herself.

sansa-stark.livejournal.com

[OOM, sorta: Sansa reaches an important fashion decision and reflects on her time at Milliways.]

A young girl with red hair comes downstairs, wearing a plain brown dress. Her eyes are a bit red, but other than that she seems fine as she takes a seat at the Bar and considers what to order. She's even humming to herself as she thinks.

Humming can get annoying after a while.

grovecj.livejournal.com

The door swings open, and CJ blinks into the light. He did not expect to arrive here, but is rather glad he did. The OG crosses to Bar, still carrying openly his MP5 SMG. From the bruises, scraps, and a couple bullet holes in his jacket and pants, he might have come in from a war.

He surely feels like it, stiffly climbing to a stool, placing the gun on the counter; with a deep sigh, he orders... water. Trekking thru the desert makes a man very thirsty.

It seems he would appreciate a friend, or a friendly stranger, willing to listen to what happened.

After he finishes the second pint of blessed fresh water.

gone_byebye

Ray's whistling cheerfully as he comes into the Bar today. It's a sunny day on the other side of the door, and New York looks as healthy as any city can look when all you see of it is the light filtering down into an alley. He's coming in from the alley for once instead of going out. "Bar?" he says, touching the surface. "The green stuff and a cushion of some kind, please? Those stairs are hard."

Receiving both his orders, he heads for a booth and settles in on the cushion to drink the ... whatever it is.

It's a good day, in his book.

fighting_mad

A tall bald woman walks into a bar and ...

Yeah, okay, there's no punchline. There is, however, one Plourr Ilo in the bar, her boots up on a table and chair tipped back precariously on two legs. There is a nerfburger at hand, but it's being ignored in favor of her datapad, which she is currently frowning intently at. She isn't scowling, though, and isn't angry; just thoughtful.

always-a-liar.livejournal.com

Canto VII: The Dark Dominion
Movement One: A Wind in Dry Grass

[OOC: Warnings for: *deep breath* violence, sexual themes, gore, VERY dark psychological themes, non-graphic nudity, and more dark psychological themes, also dark psychological themes. For previous Cantos see backroom post]

wits-intact.livejournal.com

» Out of Milliways: A simple scheme to buy a new coat has unexpectedly positive results.

Black velvet coat, about knee-length, now secured as her very own -- no one would stop the grieving woman to ask when she intends to pay that credit back, would they? Especially not the soon-to-be widow of Gavin Haynes.

Funny, she didn't even have to do anything.

Though Nicole wasn't expecting Milliways, she's sure glad to see it, and walking in whistling, orders an Irish Breakfast and a vodka, finding herself a seat.

There, she twirls her freshly trimmed hair around a freshly manicured finger and keeps humming 'Always.'

Oh, Irving Berlin. You make everyone smile.

not-one-drop.livejournal.com

Mal is curled up in a booth by the fire, watching with dull eyes. She's tired. Very, very, tired.

The scarf around her neck is mottled in red, colours that come from not washing old bloodstains off the fabric. Somewhere in the back of her tired mind she knows it's likely time to get help. But she's lacking energy, and so just sits.

If you want to risk it, you can try to talk to her.

how-pathetic.livejournal.com

Sesshomaru comes into the bar slowly and gracefully, as he finds his way to a far booth. He nods to the bartender, as he looks at him comming in. He orders his usual and leans against the bar of the booth with a soft ah.

almost-arabian.livejournal.com

Lawrence is sitting in a booth.

He is also polishing a rather long, slightly curved scimitar while looking quite pleased with himself.

Yes, it's because of the sword. What of it?

tweak-ears.livejournal.com

Inuyasha has been looking for his brother Sesshomaru for days now. He needed his help on something that Kogome won't stop talking about. He doesn't want to do this, but he grits his teeth and sighs as he smells Sesshomaru scent. He shakes his head and notices him right away as he heads his brother. "Sesshomaru, I need to talk to you."

emptiedstreets

If you keep getting sent to a Bar at the End of the Universe instead of Belfast, you might as well start taking along your school work.

So it is that Ronan's sitting on a stool at the bar, hunched over an open history text book.

Every so often, he stops reading and scrawls increasingly illegible notes along the margins.

politestpirate.livejournal.com

It must have been getting caught out in the rain the other day, while he was looking for possible ship-yard sites. Or whatever happened the other night- or quite possibly they were connected, and he is coming down with a cold.
Or something.
But Wellard is not sick- at least not yet, so he is down in the bar, paging through a copy of Kipling's works that the Bar gave him with his cup of tea.

moody-protector.livejournal.com

Isuzu hasn't been feeling well and after a trip to the local bathroom, she knows why.

As a result, she's no longer in human form.

She's hating life like nobody else can.

Black horse laying down against the wall with clothes nearby her hooves.

Feel free to stop by, she's not moving for a while.

jaded-jedi.livejournal.com

Mara Jade-Skywalker's a Very Busy women you know. This is why she's not been in the bar lately.

But she's there now, a potted plant in hand, as she grumbles something about "children and holes in the ground and kriffing bughuggers."

She grabs a glass of Whyren's from Bar before finding a booth and glaring at the plant.

gris_bug_man

[OOM: To Search and Find. The serial killer is dealt with and Sara is sent to the hospital. Rated G for gore, C for creepy, and K for kickass detectives.]

Grissom comes in the door from Vegas, stress, exhaustion and relief apparent on his face.

"Please give this notice to all of Sara Sidle's family and friends here in Milliways," he tells the Bar, laying a note on the surface.

( The Note )

Current Mood: exhausted

e_delmar

[OOM: After his last meeting with Lawrence, Ennis is angry. Rated PG-13 for smuttishness and cursing. Millitimed to late Tuesday night.]

venusadept_2

Felix is outside, trying to cut down a dead tree without touching it. Although it may be less of a futile attempt than for normal people, he's still not being very sucessful.

jeanluc-1701.livejournal.com

Yes, he's really been here.

Well, how should I know why you haven't seen him?

In any case, you see him now, don't you?

Good.

zodiacgod.livejournal.com

Akito's back. A little unexpectedly even to him, but he's here, and he's irritated.

One of his followers has gone missing again. And he's none too happy with the world because of it.

Good thing he hasn't noticed the horse laying in the back of the bar yet, or he'd know where the follower is...

Now, though, he's simply taken up a seat at the bar. It doesn't take him long to realize that there's nothing to do though.

"I'm bored," he announces to whoever happens to be next to him. "Entertain me."

jack_inthegreen

Jack has put Georgia in the care of a trusted sitter and come to Milliways to find his husband.

He has apples. Of course.

song_tra_bong

[OOM: 'Like a slumber party...only with less nail polish and more gunfire.'

Mary Anne and Fiona headed out last night on a quick trip to Vietnam. Once the rain lets up, first order of business is to get Fiona some guns, which they stumble onto quite literally. After a little wandering around, they set up for an ambush, which is followed by girltalk about weapons and the importance of a place.

Warning: both threads contain semi-graphic descriptions of violence.]

bloodyrockgod

All good things must come to an end, and so Charlie is back from Chris's palace in India.

He has presents, though.

bohemian-mark.livejournal.com

[OOM: The Loft is broken into. But not by the right people. Rated V for vandalism.]

The door opens, and Mark walks in, khakis dirty, torn, and slightly bloody, hands bleeding from a few cuts on the palms and sides. He looks around dazed, and runs a hand through his hair. This isn't his bathroom. Someone might want to help him, as he doesn't seem incredibly inclined to move.

jedipilot.livejournal.com

She feels a little uncomfortable in her clothes right now. Which may be the reason why Jaina Solo Fel has chosen to read outside today rather than at a booth. The short green skirt, white tanktop, and canvas-covered flipflops seem, well, not just spaced, but more kriffing feminine than anything she's worn since that glittergown Jag got her in to ~~and out of~~ during their honeymoon.

Perhaps the only thing actually normal about what she's wearing is the lightsaber hanging by her side. Jaina would, of course, rather be using it right now - practicing her form against a traning remote or two - but she knows her leg isn't up to anything like that yet. Especially not when she's been relying on one crutch as a crane most of the day.

So, instead, she's sitting back against a tree, watching the sun on the lake and reading something on her datapad. There's a small brown handbag lying next to the crutch a little off, and another plastic bag with something wrapped in old flimsi inside it.

It's nice to be outside for a change.

last_adam

*Just because they're back doesn't mean he's getting much more sleep. Somebody has to sit up and watch over Alanna. Which could explain why he's rubbing at his eyes and living out of a giant mug of coffee.*

oldromansaint.livejournal.com

Santino pushed the door open effortlessly, fully knowing where it would lead. Milliways, once again. A flash of teeth, a smile graced his face and illuminated the paling olive.

A glass of water, an open table. A clearly visible table.

beauty-marred.livejournal.com

Narcissa has been scarce lately, though it's not on purpose. Sometimes, even a witch as social as her, even if it's by necessity, needs some peace and quiet.

Tonight, however, she has come back downstairs and is leisurely walking around the bar, getting some exercise.

And for the record, she has been keeping an eye on her son, whether he knows it or not.

lethe-forgets.livejournal.com

The mun has finally emerged from the depths of the Dungeon, having successfully defeated the paper from Hell. (Note: There was much rejoicing - possibly even a happy dance.)

And so there was a distracted Lethe in the Bar – still slightly bruised and quietly curled up in one of the larger chairs with a brightly illustrated children’s book. If one had been watching, they might have noticed that the page hasn’t turned for quite some time. (And considering Lethe’s rather sub-par reading level there aren’t likely to be a great many words on the page to begin with.)

Rather tragic then, that the hungry caterpillar might not get to finish what promises to be a rather lovely meal.

treadingturds.livejournal.com

It's all very well being trapped in a pub at the apocalypse, but that doesn't help one keep up with one's schooling.

Jocasta's been out with Ennis daily in the stables, has been running the lake, practising knives at the targets, and has been practicing her stealth out on the roof.

This last is absolutely NOT because she hopes to meet a certain person again. Absolutely not.

But even trainee assassins need to eat, and catch up with their theory.

So, teenager in an out of the way booth, eating steak and kidney pie and reading a book on kidneys. And how best to puncture them.

saint-aequitas.livejournal.com

About ten minutes ago, there was a young man who came down to the bar and received a note.

Currently, he's out at the stone wall, shooting at various bottles and cans.

His hands are shaking slightly.

mollyprewett.livejournal.com

No unicycle for Molly tonight. Just a cloak. She's headed outside to practice a new spell that Magius created for her. Feel free to catch her on her way, or come along and watch.

[ooc: Rated S for Smut - usual warnings apply.]

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

Ace has taken over her favorite booth, with a sketchbook, a pen, and a plate of graham crackers, chocolate bars, and marshmallows.

Why yes, Ace is making s'mores. That sketchbook is getting a tad sticky.

Of course, one might ask, 'Ace, what are you possibly making s'mores with in the middle of the bar?', because clearly to make proper s'mores, the marshmallows must be toasted within an inch of their fluffy lives.

The answer is quite simple.

She's toasting them with the little paper dragon sitting on the table that's shooting flames periodically.

Ace has named him George. The paper dragon, not the s'more.

angela-edmunds.livejournal.com

In the darkest corner of the bar sits a girl who once wanted to be invisible.

Now she wants to be dead.

However, she's trying not to be broken, holding out for some hope that things will be all right in the end.

She's picking at a plate of fries, and sipping a chocolate milkshake. She hasn't made reasonable headway in either.

She'd love company, though conversation tonight might be a little difficult without her crying all over the place.

lt-naraht.livejournal.com

Horta in the ~~House~~ Bar.

And he's trying like hell to figure out why Bar gave him this.

Anyone want to help him out?

Or maybe be a convenient target?

rebelheartalien.livejournal.com

The front door opens, and Michael comes in. He looks like he hasn't slept for a week, and it's quite possible that that's not far from the truth.

He trudges over to the Bar and gets a strong coffee before he sits down.

twoeyesonthesky.livejournal.com

Quinn trudges in from the stables and fields out back, smelling of horse and only marginally neatened up from working with same. Ross got cranky today- or perhaps 'bitey' would be a better word. Regardless, what it amounts to is Quinn sitting at one end of the Bar with his dinner, instead of his usual seat by the fire.

He's got his notebook, and it's open to some carefully emended pages of notes and sketches on the dragons he knows all too well.

wereoutofajob.livejournal.com

[OOM: Alan Grant gets called to Hammond's mysterious island, whereupon he and Ellie discovers a creature Sixty-Five Million Years in the Making. After a fantastic Explanation for dinosaurs and man being thrown back into the mix together. He then has a disturbing encounter with a Park Employee, Grant heads out on the tour. However things go South, Grant and the Tourgroup face off against the Biggest Biological Attraction in the History of Mankind Tyrannosaurus Rex. Rated E for Eek and C for creepy]

The door opens hurriedly, exposing a jungle and what appears to be the inside of a storage shed. There's something out there-anyone close to the door might hear a muffled Roar of some kind. He runs-taking a few muddy steps into the bar before looking around wildly-hand on his chest.

Grant, for his part-is not in the best of health. Bloody Banana leaves fall from a deep laceration that stretches from his right shoulder to his gut. His Right hand is scraped up, coming from a close encounter of the asphalt kind. Bruised, and bleeding, Grant peers around wide-eyed before-

Dropping to his knees and looking around-frantically-like he'd lost something.

[ooc: Full extend of injuries. Bleeding laceration and large scrape on his right side. Please be wary of this-sorry about the leaves and tracking mud into the bar. ;3]

royal-guarantor.livejournal.com

Roshaun stalks down the stairs from the guest rooms, visibly angry, and heads for a seat.

Yes, he talked to Kit. And Kit talked to Michael. The news is spreading.

dragon_twin

The main door opens and a grinning Melou walks in. It's been weeks since he's been here and he missed it.

Granted he's been busy at home, but now that things have settled down, he's more than happy to to grab a milkshake and flop in a booth, watching the people go by.

onehoopyprefect

Ford's in the bar again. He's not sitting anywhere near the sign. He just can't deal with explaining things again.

He's got a pot of tea in front of him and is steadily working his way through it. There's also a half-finished glass of Ol' Janx Spirit pushed off to the corner.

He's staring out the Window, but it's not the destruction he sees. Just a single moment replaying itself over and over before his eyes.

"I shouldn't have left her," he mutters into the cup.

not-broomboy.livejournal.com

No poetry.

Liir's plotting. All his energy is put to the plotting. Some is to the drinking of coffee, but mostly to the plotting.

young_tmriddle

Nita's not been in the House of Arch. Tom wasn't overly concerned the first night - wizards who save the world have to dash off all of a sudden sometimes. The Pevensie ladies were more than happy to have their paintings linked to the childrens' rooms, just in case.

But it's been more than one night, and now everyone's concerned.

Tom ventures to Milliways, looking for anyone who might know what's happened to her. He sees the sign. Sadly, he knows none of the names, but he leaves his own note on a piece of conjured parchment.

To whom it may concern: I am Nita Callahan's employer and friend, and I'm quite worried about her. Please owl me via the House of Arch, or leave me a note at the bar if you know where she is or what's happened to her. I thank you in advance.

Regards,
Tom Riddle, Lord Ostium of the House of Arch

He gets a scotch whilst he's here. He will be able to chat briefly.

guppy_sandhu

Guppy is sitting in a booth near the infirmary, with a sort of puzzled expression on his face.
In front of him, not a large pile but a single, multisheeted form. With carbon copy underneath. At the top in big letters is 'INCIDENT REPORT'.
He starts to fill in one of the boxes, then stops before he can get far enough to writing anything.

His cup of tea is long since gone cold. The cat is bored. And the horrible form is no where near complete.

Distractions and competant people welcome.

necessary_child

He wanders over to Bar, requesting a large mug of black coffee and a book on obscure Nepalese religious sects. Armed with this, he makes his way to his usual table and somehow manages to curl up on the chair, flipping idly through his book and occasionally murmuring to himself about the mistakes in the texts and the need for a red pen to correct them with.

It's abundantly obvious that he's bored and will welcome any interruptions.

e_delmar

Ennis. By the fire. With his hat in his lap and a beer nearby, and cigarette smoke drifting up and around his face.

Doesn't explain why he's staring at two small pieces of wood. Well, shit.

shufti

In an armchair by the fire, rocking and singing to a tiny baby, is Shufti. The young teen's eyes are tired, and the song isn't tuneful. But there's love, and the hope that soon he'll start sleeping for more than between two and three hours at a time.

md_donighal

A door of fire opens, and a red-haired man in a gray suit steps through. "Well," he says, "this is getting to be a habit again. And probably not a moment too soon."

withamagicword

The Door opens and Billy walks in, glancing around before making his way to the Bar. It's been over a month for him and he is tired and he has missed Stephanie and he wants a Bar-made milkshake. After getting one of those he adjourns to a booth and keeps an eye out.

He is very glad to be back.

forgoodorforawesome

*The door opens on the bright colors of Free Country USA, and Strong Bad steps through, talking to someone we can't see.* Right this way, The Cheat— The Cheat? Where'd you go?

*Strong Bad stomps over to the bar and orders his usual cold one and swiss cake roll. He's not happy about having The Cheat cheated out of a chance to get inna bar ~~even though it was totally his mun's fault~~. After a moment of looking around, he spots a likely pair to take his frustrations out on.*

walker-cain.livejournal.com

Cain is sitting on a barstool, twirling a bit, watching the Bar. He is somewhat tipsy but not really drunk, and enjoying a good night of watching and just hanging out. He would definitely be open to interruption.

winged-defender.livejournal.com

Peach has invented a new game. It involves asking Bar for cheap, empty shot glasses and throwing them to smash in the fireplace.

The crashing sounds are extremely satisfying, and the glasses are small enough that you're probably not getting sprayed with shards of glass. Much. It's destructive fun for the whole family!

creator_raven

Raven drops neatly into an armchair by the fire, almost lounging.

He does not look particularly tired, at the moment.

Possibly the half empty plate of cookies on his lap provides a clue as to why.

dr-lisa-cuddy.livejournal.com

Lisa Cuddy sat down at a table by the window, giving a quiet sigh of relief to be finally off her feet; high heels looked good, but they certainly didn't feel good on the feet after being on them all day.

Setting her handbag down on the floor by her foot, she then plucked the cup of hot coffee up off the saucer and took a tentative sip, inconspicuously easing her feet out of her murderous high heels. How she'd kill for a foot massage. A cup of strong coffee that was to be enjoyed in the mellow atmosphere of this bar rather than the confines of her office was better than nothing, however. She was going to savour the time off her weary feet for every minute that it was worth.

All she needed now to accompany the time off her feet and the welcomed cup of coffee was good conversation.

bedside-manners.livejournal.com

Janet is occupying a table near the observation window accompanied only by an iced tea. She's idly rifling through some papers in a folder and, even though the contents of the reports are not anything to be happy about, her small smile doesn't seem to want to disappear.

This is certainly the most content that Janet has felt since showing up in Milliways almost a year ago. It could very well have to do with a certain new arrival.

trulypurrfect.livejournal.com

She doesn't look new here.

But there are certain skills that one just picks up, and keeps. Like a sailor with his sea-legs. Once you have them, you don't lose them, and it's hard to be caught off-balance.

So she looks like any other patron you may be used to seeing, sipping on some colourful drink, legs crossed at the knee, eyes hidden behind dark glasses.

whitest_witch

Jadis makes her way through the Bar, heading for the stable. She pauses on her way through the door, casting around for the Triplets. If they're not here, she's sure she'll see them outside.

Of course, if anyone were to stop her, she'd surely stop to chat. If what Jadis does can be considered 'chatting'.

hello-cally.livejournal.com

Westerly nearly stumbles into the bar, soaking wet. Water drips from his clothes, and plasters his dark hair to his head.

He looks around and lets out a short laugh. "Of course, it's the time I really need a towel that my bathroom is replaced by this place. Of course."

He heads to the bar to towel himself off, or at least to stop dripping.

that-valentine.livejournal.com

Valentine is, as he has been for quite a while, in modern dress again. Still slightly archaic in cut and cloth, but definitely not hose. Some people might think this a shame. Today, he is in butter-soft brown leather breeches, and a burnt-orange silk shirt, open at the throat. he has a glass of red wine in his hand, and is idly turning it in the firelight, admiring the play of flickering flames on the cut glass.

highking.livejournal.com

Peter and Susan come in through the House of Arch painting, laughing so hard they're nearly crying.

"...and then," Susan is saying, "Kella bit it!"

Peter starts laughing even harder.

Apparently you had to hear the beginning.

In any case, the two eldest Pevensies are in the bar.

twiststheblade

And Miho walks purposely across the bar, pauses by the door that has always been in the wall, and mutters, brow creased in concentration. then, she opens it, and steps through.