milliways_bar | Apr. 17th, 2006

Apr. 17th, 2006

into-inferno.livejournal.com

Twice in as many days might be a little much. For Dante, however, this is twice in perhaps half an hour, judging by outside time, that he's arrived in this strange place. This time, at least, he knows where he is. It certainly isn't where he'd expected a portal to a demon dimension to take him, though on some level he wonders if perhaps he should not be entirely surprised. He shakes his hair from his face, blue eyes narrowing as he looks thoughtfully over the room.

Not a trick. He's back again. Some of the tension eases from his shoulders, visible only in its passing. "Wonder if someone's tryin' to tell me something."

If they are, it is entirely likely that he will not listen anyway, being prone to belligerance as he is.

goinghost.livejournal.com

Danny flew into the bar through the door, as usual, and looked around.

Math homework. Again. Functions.

Honestly, he was hoping to meet someone new, maybe some other superheroes. He'd been reading his comics yet again and thinking about it. So far he'd met that Bubbles girl and that boy with the air powers, but he wondered if there were more superpowered teens.

Maybe Spiderman! That would rock.

Perhaps it would make him feel less spazzy over the fact that he was failing math. Again.

loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com

Jason is sprawled happily in a booth, a book propped open on his knees. He looks very studious, sitting there with his book and a plate of fried food. Add a cup of coffee and he'd look like a college kid.
Come tease him!

henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com

[OOM. Cairo, Egypt 1938 - A few more days have passed in Indy's private hell. Still imprisoned and being tortured on a regular basis, his grip on reality starts to suffer...]

scanasaurus-rex.livejournal.com

The front door turned a dingy grey color suddenly and slid sideways into the wall with a soft hiss familiar to fans of certain old television shows.

A cheerful-looking young man in a Hawaiian shirt, baggy cargo shorts, and flip flops wandered slowly through the door a moment later, his complete attention on a little tangle of wires and electronic bits that he was tinkering with. He looked like he had just walked off of a beach, complete with a sunburn over the bridge of his nose and sunglasses holding back unruly brown hair that seriously needed cut. He obviously hadn't shaved in a day or two, and from the look of him he might have forgotten to sleep, too.

Scanner was expecting to walk into a tiny cramped rec room that doubled as a dining room. It finally registered that something was wrong when he didn't walk into the table that should have taken up most of the floor space. He glanced up and then stopped as he muttered in a thick Kentucky drawl, "Ho-ly shit."

He looked around the bar slowly, his brown eyes wide as he took in all the people. It didn't take him long to realize this did not look like home. Not even Sol-system type home, much less Rex's galley, which was where he was supposed to be.

Scanner had seen a lot of crazy things in his years in space, though, so it didn't take long for him to start grinning a bit. "Hey, I'm country. I can live with it. Grub's gotta be better." He had reprogrammed the food synthesizer himself, but there was just so much you could do when the equipment was twenty years obsolete.

Besides, how could having a bar in Rex's galley be a bad thing?

[OOC: Anyone feel free to tag!]

mommywitch.livejournal.com

Young!Piper is asleep near the fire, seeing as she doesn't know she has a room. Plus the fireplace reminds her of home. It's a comfort thing.

Feel free to wake her.
She'd welcome any company - especially if they bring tea.

janetsdaughter.livejournal.com

Cassie's sitting at a booth, reading a book and occassionally writing things down.

Feel free to bother!

timsbooks.livejournal.com

There is a Tim in bar, with a deck of blank cards. He's..drawing?

Lessee, there's the A rough charcol drawing of John Constantine, in a Jesters cap, witha tiny Devil trailing him off a cliff. Ah. The Fool, of course.

Then we have The Magican, Tim Hunter, at war with himself. Four versions of him, one as a boy, one as the undead Other, one as Hellspawn, and one as him himself. One holds a wand, one a mug, the third holds a rose, and the fourth a lightsaber.

The next card is blank, as Tim taps his forhead, trying to figure it out.

((OOC:Fair warning, Mitch is drinking tonight. Which means, good posts, and I'll be spellchecking. Also? I'm on all night, so tag away!))

gorlim.livejournal.com

It's been a long day.

A VERY... fucking... long.... day.

Gorlim is curled up on the couch by the fire, watching it as he listens to the bustle of the bar around him. He has a kind of "approach with caution" air about him. It might have something to do with the slight scowl, or the big damn sword leaning against the couch next to him. He's here because he's afraid to face what's left when the lights go down and the sound and the motion and the PEOPLE go away.

He doesn't want to be alone right now.

gramarye1971

[OOM: Immediately after this, Mikage confirms his course of action with the one who will ultimately benefit from his research.]

minatour-kaz.livejournal.com

7 foot tall minotaur brroding in a corner. Even for those that know him it's hard to tell the difference between his normal expression and brooding especially since he hasn't stopped brooding since he got here.

Don't worry he wont bite.

timsbooks.livejournal.com

((OOM:Slowtimed, Hellspawn and Robin V go talk to a monster in Hellspawns homeworld.))

withamagicword

Billy settles onto a stool at the Bar, a large oreo milkshake before him and his laptop nearby.

He glances around the Bar then just grins as he sips his shake then starts tapping at the laptop.

bloody-awful.livejournal.com

John's in the bar again, shoveling down a breakfast composed largely of grease.

Hung around his neck from a shoelace is a cardboard sign scrawled POKE AT YOUR OWN RISK.

But don't let that stop you. ;)

ETA: The sign now reads ~~FREE TO A GOOD HOME. ALMOST HOUSEBROKEN~~ THE END IS NEAR! BRING POPCORN! (hee!)

e_delmar

Good mornings, for Ennis, are so very often early ones. Which is why he's already done his work and back in the bar. Smelling a bit of horse and hay and damp, but happy nonetheless. Add in some food, some coffee and a cigarette, and he could just about die a happy man.

bloodyrockgod

Charlie is enjoying breakfast in a booth.

Mm, bacon. He's missed it.

[ooc: replies may be slow due to work-related things.]

sorrowfulmisery.livejournal.com

There is a bio weapon sitting outside, eyes closed and yes, she's still decked out in her guns. A distraction would be good. Getting her to actually leave her guns in her room without upsetting her way of things or without annoying her would probably be even better. That is if you can really convince a bio weapon that they don't need their guns all the time.

gotham-knocking.livejournal.com

There is a newspaper from Gotham City on the bar. Its headline reads "TOMORROW'S PLANE TODAY". Under that headline is an article by the man who brought the newspaper with him, Alexander Knox. In the hours since the story appeared, Knox's phone has been ringing off the hook. So much so that he's sought a little refuge at the Bar.

Not that he isn't happy about the story, or the attention. Come see him smile like the canary that ate the cat.

wereoutofajob.livejournal.com

There's a Grant in the bar with a cup of coffee and a bleary-eyed expression.

Still no door, as tortureous as that may be. Every few seconds he's looking up and hoping. Kids are still out there, the dinosaurs are still out there-Ellie's still out there.

So. Scientist with a worried expression on his face and a cup of coffee that's slowly growing cold.

scion-of-amber.livejournal.com

[OOM: Oberon is gone and despite her plans to contrary, Fiona stays in Amber]

Current Music: A Survivor's Tale - Anne Dudley and Jaz Coleman

prince-arithon.livejournal.com

Arithon has actually been in the bar since he woke up.

For him, its been eleven years.

However. April 16th is April 16th, even in a world which doesn't have an April.

In eleven years he hasn't missed a single one.

Arithon has finally achieved a quiet, tranquil drunk which has allowed his grasp on shadows to have finally slipped away enough that instead of a dark booth with a light directly above it, there is a booth with normal lighting and a morosely drunk little man inside.

Here's to you, Joe.

not-one-drop.livejournal.com

Mal, in the bar. Smoking, and trying not to look at the door behind her. She isn't ready to go home. Not yet. Not now.

Maybe never.

Conversation could be risky.

torch-reporter.livejournal.com

It hadn't been too hard to find Jaina, after all. It only took one mix up, a few weeks of patience (had to wait for that whole Jedi harem thing to die down, after all), and some keen observational skills.

Or, as the case may have it, a lucky break that involved nearly colliding in to the Jedi as she was making her way over to the bar for a cup of coffee.

This was, if you ask anyone except Chloe Sullivan, exactly what had happened. And the reason why Chloe’s booth is now occupied by a short Jedi female who is currently concentrating on fixing the blastsword. Of course, every now or then, the younger girl interjects with a question or two - or three. None of which are about Jedi harems, oh no. But all of which are automatically met by glares.

[ooc: feel free to tag one or both.]

somnium-sum.livejournal.com

Out of Milliways, Roiben learns not to interfere.

how-pathetic.livejournal.com

Sesshoumaru, was walking through the forest in his land as he walked through a portal and lands inside the bar. He rubs his eyes and walks over to a corner booth, minding his own business.

dnd-acrobat.livejournal.com

[Pre-Milliways: A riddle and a way home...]

The door swings open of its own accord, as it is wont to do on a new arrival, and two girls leap into the bar. Or rather, one girl leaps into the bar, half carrying the other, whose fingers are in the process of closing over empty air as they enter, hitting the floor which neither of them expected to find there.

The taller of the two, a lanky black girl wearing, of all things, a fur bikini with gold trimmings, lets go of the other to roll along the unexpected floor and leap to her feet in a ready stance, facing the room.

"What is this place?"

The shorter girl, a pretty redhead wearing a long blue cloak over a short purple dress and thigh length boots, lands a lot less gracefully in a sitting position, staring in confusion and distress at the slamming door.

"...Bobby?"

gone_byebye

There's a red-headed, pudgier-than-usual Ghostbuster in the bar. He'd have been in here earlier, but he was up late last night studying crystallography and wondering why the heck he ever took it up in the first place. His notes on qigong and the parapsychological ramifications of qi energy cultivation looked absolutely fascinating, but he just didn't have time to start in on those yet. Maybe tonight.

It's almost enough to make a guy wish there were two of him. Problem is, there already are.

alwaysroomforhope

See icon: it's a beautiful day, and on a day like this it's practically impossible to be grumpy, even if you wanted to be. Which Steph doesn't, really.

So - blonde ex-Robin out on the lawn, in a dress (guess who hasn't done laundry for a while ... again?), arms outstretched, spinning around and around in the sunshine.

rogue-wraith.livejournal.com

Wedge storms into the bar, in full 'angry-general' mode.

He's just found out who Hallis Saper is, and what she has to do with this asine mission NRI has him doing.

This is a pilot in a serious need of a drink. Luckily, he's managed to come here instead of his quarters on board the Allegiance. There's better booze here, for one. There's also no chance of Saper following him, which is another decided bonus.

(OOC: Time for seminar, I'll be back in an hourish. I beg slowtime on all threads.)

doc-venkman.livejournal.com

The little family had a quiet Easter weekend, reflecting and recuperating. Today, the weather was nice out back so they walked around, carrying little Maria around. Peter, Dana, and Maria were back in the bar, sitting at a booth (Easier for a place to stick the giant diaper bag and such. The parents were getting some food, though Maria already been fed (discreetly of course in their room). Dana was currently rocking Maria asleep in a stroller bed, while Peter was taking care of their orders.

mother_lost

A note has been left with the Bar, at some time recently, after Bran and Guinevere's last ~~duet~~ conversation.

capt_angie

Angelina enters the bar from out by the lake. She's wearing a set of scarlet Quidditch robes and has her broom over her shoulder. Nothing better than a good bank holiday fly over the lake.

She heads to the bar and sits on a stool, proping her broom against the bar. Come say hi?

sansa-stark.livejournal.com

[OOM: Sansa abandons a friend.]

Sansa comes down the stairs from her room in a simple dress of green cotton. She looks pale, and her eyes still have a tinge of red. She takes a seat at a nearby table and looks around the bar. If you know her as Alayne, she's looking for you. If you know her as Sansa, she's looking for you.

Even if you don't know her, she wouldn't turn a friendly face away.

not-one-drop.livejournal.com

[ooc: Mal attempts to clean up Sands after his fight. It does not go well.]

Mal, bolting from a table, runs out the door to the lake and just keeps running. Eventually she trips, and falls, her head slamming against a tree trunk. She picks herself up, turns her head and retches, then curls into a ball and just cries, cries and cries.

mop-jockey.livejournal.com

Abram, Sal, David and Anna Marie are pecking at a human's head, curious, confused or worried looks on their tiny faces. The head itself is currently residing on muscular crossed arms, the forehead having full contact with said arms.

Lenny's pretending to be asleep.

artsmartscarlet.livejournal.com

The front door opens, and a girl comes in, and blinks.
"...Oh."
It's not the sound of a newbie; it's just the sound of someone who hasn't been in the bar for a while.
This isn't where Jane was planning to go, but she figures she might as well stick around for a while, so she gets herself a drink from the bar and sits down at a table.

(OOC: May be slowish due to homework.)

gravity_shifter

Sikou is wandering the bar, slightly bored. She's amusing herself by taking a few steps up the wall every once in a while.

Her Security badge is shining and clipped to her belt as always.

lvpd_sidle

The front door opens and a CSI comes in, looking around in surprise and delight.

It has been one day, bar time, since Angel and the others visited her in the hospital.

But for Sara, it has been three weeks. Most of the bruises have faded and the cuts have healed.

She takes a seat in her normal booth, ordering coffee.

guppy_sandhu

[oom: Guppy apprehends the Holby Toilet Seat Gluer. Rated MV for mild violence and APP for abuse of pot plants.]

The door opens and a very messy figure enters, bits of leaf and twig in his hair and damp mud all over his head and shoulders. He sits down in a nearby booth, orders a tea and rests his head on his arms on the table.
In front of him is yet another incident report form. Still incomplete.

( Incident report form - please return to Mr Nathan Spencer ASAP )

He is not in a good mood.

Current Mood: pissed off

sanguimmuno.livejournal.com

~~And now, for your viewing pleasure, Salazar Slytherin inna bath towel.~~

Salazar doesn't particularily care for grand entrances, unless they serve a specific purpose. As it is, he enters, skillfully avoiding the man on the floor.

Ah. Milliways again. Interesting.

At least he's not female this time?

He sits at the bar and orders wine, bread and cheese. He takes a scroll out of his cloak and unrolls it, setting it on the bar.

Bothering him while he's reading and eating must have purpose.

always-a-liar.livejournal.com

Canto VII: The Dark Dominion

Movement Three: Then Spoke the Thunder

[OOC: Warnings for: dark psychological themes, violence, gore, nudity, sexual themes, absurd amounts of creepiness, and T.S. Eliot.]

shufti

Since Mal took care of Jack for a while last night, Shufti looks a little less exhausted this morning.

She and the baby are sitting in a comfy chair by the fire. If you listen closely, you might hear what she's saying as she turns the pages of a brightly coloured book in front of the baby.

"Where's my cow?
Is that my cow?
It goes, 'Baa!'
It is a sheep!
That's not my cow!"

fighting_mad

Plourr looks mildly disconcerted to find herself in Milliways. Only for a moment, though, after which she shrugs and heads out the back door, outside. No opponents, but otherwise, she can work out here just as well as she could on the base.

A short distance from the bar, on the way down to the lake, she strips off protective armor and the ridiculous helmet and leaves them in a pile of padding on the grass. So, there is a tall bald woman out back, wearing tight blue workout clothes that don't leave a whole lot of muscle to the imagination, running through the paces of boxing an imaginary foe. For all her opponent's invisibility, she is working up a sweat, moving with speed and grace that might surprise. Dancing, always moving, bare fists flying out, ducking occasionally. She is intent and anyone nearby would do well to announce themselves before coming too close.

qsilver-md.livejournal.com

Kevin is sitting in a secluded booth, alone.

He got a letter with his coffee, yesterday, and he'd rather read it over again in privacy.

inquisitivehero

{OOM: Alice realizes that she has given Hank McCoy the wrong vial and races to stop him from making a deadly error.}

man-ofthewatch.livejournal.com

Jon Snow didn't go back.

He should have, and his mun knows that he should have, But Sansa's here and as far as Jon's concerned that means he has a duty and a responsibility. He forsook any chance to take his Father's name by turning down Stannis. Traitor, Bastard, and Beastling-he's not feeling like he belongs Anywhere at the moment.

So Sansa, her presence and her seeming distress-affords Jon an opportunity to give him some prespective in life. Sansa's in trouble, and he and Ghost would do their damndest to help her.

So he's found a spot outside, as close to the bar as he can get it. A ranger comes prepared for camping out in the wild, and the cold doesn't compare to the wall. Not by a long shot.

So he's now in the bar, keeping his eyes open for his half sister-and for anyone else.

Current Location: Milliways

abs-denham.livejournal.com

Abs hasn't managed to find any of the people he wants to say goodbye to yet, so he's back, still looking.
He's rather on edge.

[ooc: Please see back room post before tagging]

thatdamnedliche.livejournal.com

If Pious ever had good days, this was not one of them. He recently discussed some matters with Alex and Max Roivas. Though he didn't show it at the time, their words did not leave him with that warm, fuzzy feeling he got from acting evil and laughing at inferior beings. Apparently his plans had already failed in some other universe... and this did not sit well with him. What if there was something he was overlooking or needed to take care of?

He decided to stalk around the bar for a while and glare at random things. He'd like to blow something up or send someone to another dimension... but he didn't particularly want to incur the wrath of the powers that be in this place. So looking like a disgruntled lich would have to do.

give-us-candy.livejournal.com

At some point, the Triplets come down from their current room toting some rolled up papers. One paper is taken out of the roll and

( tacked to the notice board. )
and the others are spread out on the floor in the same way that has become like habit lately. Three bowls of Snake and Spider Stew are munched on, three glasses of muck weed water are sipped thoughtfully.

[ooc: LJ-Cut Warning: Text-based image, 500 by 500 pixels. See Back Room Post for details. Plot Open to ANYONE.]

master-cat.livejournal.com

Perrault is in the bar once more, curled up in a chair by the fire with a good book -- Concerning things for which men, especially princes, are praised or blamed, tonight.

spark-girl.livejournal.com

Agatha is by Bar tonight, once more working on her designs. The latest achievement? A paper scale model. There is also a very large stack of notes and designs next to her.

An extra burst of motivation kicked in when she realized that this was an almost unique opportunity in that it offered her a chance to work on a massive project without having to either overcome or live up to her family history in the process.

Bar is considering taking away her pencil if she doesn't stop to eat something soon.

alderaani-intel.livejournal.com

Winter's in the bar, punching away on a datapad, idly drinking some sort of Earth drink. She thinks it was called a margarita. She's not quite sure.

Pokey?

zodiacgod.livejournal.com

Akito is out of the cells.

And he's letting everyone in the whole bar know how displeased he is at having been detained.

Quite loudly.

He yells and gestures his way across the bar, probably headed for the door... but a little lost.

redhorserider.livejournal.com

Her high-heeled feet are propped up on a chair across from her, papers scattered on the table she is sitting at. There's a report she's reading in her left hand, a glass of red wine in her right.

She looks bored.

[OOC: Just a small note to let you all know I am going to be a bit slow. Helping mum.]

not-one-drop.livejournal.com

[ooc: Promise I'll stop spamming the main comm as soon as we've worked through this little plot point.]

Mal stumbles in from the lake, tear tracks visible on her face. A rapidly healing bruise is spread across one cheekbone, and there is blood spattered over her shirt.

She doesn't pay attention to anyone, just goes straight to Bar, gets a bottle of tequila and a shotglass, and retires to a booth to sit.

Eventually, she puts her head on the table, and starts to cry.

madetomend.livejournal.com

There's a monogramed brown velvet case for someone with the initials MR, ~~AHAHAHAHA~~ a lime green, orange and white plaid skirt (with leather straps!) for Clive, and an evil-man-eating-cross-dressing-shemale-kangaroo-sized pair of plaid pants displayed on a windowsill over near the door. The gentle creature next to the display is humming softly to herself while she patches a hole in her knee.

Skippy Ann the kangaroo sits quietly ~~plotting~~ watching.

payshisdebts

Tyrion's name is getting undue mention.

This makes Tyrion less then pleased. So he sits with his wine and his scowl, wondering what trouble that stupid chit of a girl will bring him here. As if she hasn't punished him enough.

street-sparrow.livejournal.com

Gavroche did a shift in the stables, as usual, this morning.

And then, when he'd finished his work, he came inside for a hot chocolate. He's there now, by the Bar, but feel free to tag in either location. Particularly if you know Nita and want news of her.

accessobrian.livejournal.com

Chloe has been brooding upstairs. Something, everything about this place has been insanely difficult to comprehend. And that's, obviously, been driving her nuts.

So she's back downstairs, proper, and reading.

Poetry, of all things.

After all, someone very special to her likes it.

e_delmar

( After his shift this morning, Ennis left a note at the bar for Caspian. )

wizard_dresden

This is a bar.

This is a wizard in a bar.

Okay, so I'm not original, so sue me. I just got away from the scariest thing I know - the tax guy at the local H&R Block. I mean, what could possibly be scarier than the guy who knows how to read the tax code?

pretty-nagisa.livejournal.com

There is a pop as Nagisa comes in from the outside world out back. She looks down at her attire and...

"ARIENAI!!!"

The bar has found amusement in throwing her into her Pretty Cure uniform, pink frillies and all.

Feel free to approach.

awesome_lilly

Lilly's in a booth tonight, yawning over a mug of coffee. Starting your second business post-death can tire a girl out, especially if you didn't get much sleep the night before thanks to an upset tinyphant who misses her daddy and her Aunt Mel and her Uncle Indy. Lilly misses them too, of course, but is not really upset about it. Nope. Any grumpiness you might detect is solely due to the lack of sleep and aforementioned hard work.

Yeah, right.

tibetanmethod

[Out of Milliways and into Twin Peaks:

Harry Truman has one bitch of a hangover. It's not made any easier by Cooper or the reappearance of Cooper's boss. And while seeing Cooper act like a lovelorn idiot has its perks -- not to mention the fabulous Zen penguin joke -- it doesn't do much for the headache.

Finding out that a local landmark called Owl Cave might have something to do with what's going on in the woods, however, tends to make life a little more interesting. A field trip ensues. And on the way home...Cooper comes clean, telling Harry about matters Endless and relating to Nyarlathotep. Just in case anything should happen to him while he's in Milliways.

And after he and Harry part ways, Cooper has a nightcap with a very pretty girl.

All in all, this day counts as a win.]

mollyprewett.livejournal.com

Molly is in a bit of a sullen mood. Sometimes she just didn't understand people at all.

She's sitting at the bar with comfort food: Tea, fresh baked bread, and strawberry jam.

She's got her journal with her, but it is closed for now, and the ink stains on her fingers can tell an observant onlooker that she's been writing up a storm in it.

just_the_doctor

[OOM: A new Dalek army has been created and threatens Earth. Only The Doctor, Rose, and Captain Jack Harkness stand in its way. Spoilers for Parting of the Ways. Warnings for character death.]

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

Slowly, the front door opens.

Usually, when the door opens to this particular spot, only one person comes through, or at best, one person and a dog. Today, two people return to Milliways, both looking as if they have gone through a war. Jack Harkness and Ace will never get medals for what happened on the gamestation, but there was a victory there nonetheless.

Ace had made a beeline stright back to the bar once in flight, and as the pair of split up and head their separate ways, Ace wanders over to the couch by the fireplace and plops down onto the cushions.

And stares.

A bit blankly.

It's been a long day.

(Ooc: Only Ace here, and she might be a bit odd at anyone who pokes.)

jackdriscoll.livejournal.com

See the door. See the door open.

See Jack Driscoll enter. See Jack read. See, rather, Jack trying to read. He's squinting. Maybe he needs glasses.

Maybe "maybe" isn't the right word.

Because see Jack Driscoll trip over a chair.

"CHRIST!!!"

just-a-soldier.livejournal.com

Some exits were noisy, with a lot of crying and goodbyes. But two weekens wasn't that long, she would be back. She would see everyone again. Yet when her hand closed on the cold metal of the doorknob, she hesitated. Aeryn Sun, stopped, hefted her bag onto one shoulder and looked at Milliways.

People eating; bacon and other things. Some were laughing. It's as homely a place as she had ever been. One last drink won't do any harm. Aeryn dumped her holdall on the counter and stared at the countertop, waiting for a bottle of fellip nectar to appear. She got a glass of water instead. Bar hadn't forgotten last time it seemed.

[OOC: For information, check this backroom post]

pointed-spoon.livejournal.com

Dworkin, formerly of Chaos and still rather Chaotic is sitting at the bar in all his grimy glory.

The only particularly remarkable thing about it is that he has just snarled "Kids nowadays" at the unfortunate soul who happens to be sitting next to him with rather more venom than one usually hears in such grumbling.

buriedmybrother.livejournal.com

Her silkflowers are blooming in the greenhouse. Little by little, day by day, their petals begin to unfurl.

Antigone went there today, watered them, watched them, and took just one blossom away with her to the stables.

(The swing's gone, she doesn't know why, and it unsettles her a little-- it's a change in the landscape. No one asked her if she minded.)

She's sitting outside on the grass now, quietly. The sun's about to set.

She wouldn't want to miss a thing like that.

faithful-slayer.livejournal.com

There is a Faith in the bar.

On purpose, even, this time.

She looks rather more cheery than she has been, and seems to be in no hurry to run back to Antar.

Feel free to come ask why.

theravenboy

Bran Davies settles in a booth with a cup of tea. A biology textbook rests next to his harp on the table, but instead of studying it he is reading a slim volume of poetry.

captain-falafel.livejournal.com

It's been a long while since Sayid has slept or eaten properly, so he's not entirely surprised when he steps into a hallucination. He stops dead, drops his arms to his sides, blinks several times, and waits for the bustling bar to turn back into the jungle.

yuppie-trash.livejournal.com

[Out of Milliways: He enjoys the afterglow of the weeked. There are hallucinations of violence involved.]

Patrick arrives (not through his usual door) through the men's bathroom, idly drying his hands on a (Aquis waffle weave in coral) handtowel. Another day in the life of a business (Dolce and Gabbana) man: the lethal mean-business tailoring set up on a pneumatically masculine silhouette (not one of the androgynous rakes caught in the New Rock Wave that hasn't been new since 1980.)

He sits at the bar, leaving the (stained) towel with one of the rat waiters to enjoy a beer (Utopia, 50-proof) feeling like a car wreck. But when he catches his reflection in the glass, he looks like a million bucks.

Current Location: Insanity

walker-cain.livejournal.com

Cain sits at a table, pondering life and a small book, and a travel guide to San Francisco. He is making notes on a small pad as he goes. He seems very distracted, but is open to more distractions.

magius-unlocked.livejournal.com

There is a ripple in the air and the air itself seems to shove aside as a tear opens up and forms a gateway, tall and silvery. Out of it strides Magius, holding his staff and smiling. His white robes are shimmering softly in the lights and he grins as he sees the crowd.

It is good to be home.

He walks to the bar as the gateslams shut behind him and settles to a stool, a Palanthian Red Wine appearing without him even asking.

twoeyesonthesky.livejournal.com

There's not that much to report from Quinn's end of things. He's waiting, just now, for news and numbers. Until then, time passes here whether it passes or not back home, and that means-

-well, he's not sure what it means. Back home, time to spare usually meant work wasn't getting done somewhere, and there's only so much work Quinn can do here before the horses get cranky. It's weird, living somewhere that provides food and board in exchange for something as simple as money. And while it might be nice at first, it's just... wrong, somehow.

Never thought he'd be looking forward to somewhere like home.

For the moment he's doing what he can to keep himself busy without annoying people. There's a notebook on his table filled with days' worth of sketches, drawings, and comments about the beasts that've made his world what it is today, but mostly what he's doing right now is roughing out what he remembers having seen, long ago, in London. Watching the sky out loud, as it were.

angela-edmunds.livejournal.com

Angela is looking slightly more relaxed than she has been, since speaking to Faith and finding out that at least Nita is still alive.

Her mother might be as well, and she's clinging to that hope.

She's eaten a few more fries than she has lately. And she's on her second Coke.

Not a great diet, but it's vastly improved from yesterday.

hero-jack.livejournal.com

Jack's at the bar. Where Aeryn left him.

Staring at his empty beer bottle dejectedly. He's bored. He's defintely leaving soon.

politestpirate.livejournal.com

What he had thought was the early symptoms of a cold has not been. It has not gotten worse, or better- just a general all over bad feeling that Wellard has not been able to shake.

(Un)Fortunately, he has an idea, and even though it is rather... Not good.

Thus, the young midshipman is in a back booth, searching through a book he just got from Bar. Opiates: History, Medicine, Poison. The section on withdrawals and long-term effects.

His tea has gotten cold.

cywyllog

The boys are asleep and during her usual evening walk, Cywyllog doesn't mind to find the courtyard door leading to Milliways. For once.

She's been here a while now, tea in hand, curled up by the fire. She's in no hurry to get home.

song_tra_bong

To say Mary Anne is still on edge from last night would be the understatement of the year. So we're not going to say it.

Instead, let us say that she is down in the bar, in a booth that gives her a good view of the room and an easy set of handholds into the rafters. She is trying not to look tense and failing rather spectacularly. She also has three knives and a gun somewhere on her person. Bet you can't find them all.

thelastearthman.livejournal.com

Arthur's curled up in a booth, his towel wrapped around his neck and his copy of the Guide open in front of him.

He's heard the news from Faith, but his mind being what it is, he's still worrying.

He's just worrying slightly less.

Current Mood: exhausted

damn-sunflowers.livejournal.com

OOM:

A Sea of Sunflowers
(The Art of Revenge)

[Warning: contains heavy spoilers for the last three episodes (24, 25, 26) of Samurai Champloo.]

gone_byebye

Ray's still plugging through his crystallography notes, but he's about at the end of his patience for those. Ten more pages, and he's going to reward himself with the stack of printouts on qi cultivation exercises and their relationship to psychic energies.

To all intents and purposes, he looks like he's editing his own work. Except, y'know, for the hair and stuff.

prone-to-panic.livejournal.com

Now for a limited time! Archie Kennedy inna bar! With tea! Get him while it's hot! Er.. the tea that is.

((OOC: ~~Mun is still at work for about an hour. Tags will be a tad slow intil then.~~ Home! Tag me!))

wyrd-fox.livejournal.com

What do you know? There's a kitsune in the Bar. Foxtrot X-ray has been having an extremely good time, thank you very much. And it only promises to get better.

At the moment, he's sitting at a table, sipping a Pan Galactic Gargleblaster.

On the table in front of him are two stone tablets. You know...the kind people write Commandments on.

There's only one written so far.

THOU SHALT NOT TORMENT THE GEEK, THE NERD OR ANY OTHER ENTITY FAR SMARTER THAN THEE LEST THOU BE SMITTEN WITH FIRE ANTS FROM ON HIGH.

Yes, he's serious about starting up the Temple of Ray Stantz. Anyone want to be evangelized?

rigthegames.livejournal.com

[OOM: Sands and Ramon let off some tension. Contains snark and mild violence.]

Sands walks into the bar.

There is no punch line, but he’s laughing anyhow, with a sharp and shiny edge of hysteria. He’s also bruised and bleeding, and staggers a little as he catches his leg on the edge of a table.

He doesn’t so much collapse into the nearest empty booth as one moment he is standing and the next he is not.

boundxkitty

On one side of the bar over in a booth is a wereleopard. In human form of course. Elizabeth is curled up in the booth, reading a book. There's a coke and a bowl of buttered popcorn sitting in front of her. If you watch her long enough you'll actually see her reach for one of them. Though it is a rare event as she seems to be captured by the book.

She wouldn't be too upset at distractions though.

- - - -

On the other side of the bar is a werewolf. Again, human form. She's draped over one side of a couch. Her jean clad legs are over the back of the couch while her auburn hair is pooled under her head on the floor. Her cd player is sitting on the couch next to her, the headphones in place. She seems to be thoroughly enjoying the music as her bare feet are bouncing to the rhythm of the song.

Feel free to approach as she's in a fairly good mood. Though don't be fooled, she will know if someone approaches. Heightened sense of smell and all.

anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com

[OOM: Nightmare.]

young_tmriddle

OOM: News of the day

de-thiel.livejournal.com

He is a perfectly innocent looking man.

Yes, really.

Utterly sweet, a little geeky, perhaps. Certainly not evil at all.

Lalalala not evil.

That's why he's sitting there with a glass of wine and a pensive expression.

conglomerelda

Once again, Elda has made her way back to the bar. The griffin is taking up a rather large amount of space in front of the fire, sipping coffee through a straw and eating cookies with one snap of her beak.

She's also reading, but it's a book of chess strategies rather than anything assigned for class.

gramarye1971

When the door opens, dust and heat haze shimmer in the air for a moment before Merriman steps through, dressed in a surfeit of khaki which doesn't entirely manage to conceal the sandy dirt he's been mucking about in for the better part of a fortnight.

Just before he can enter the bar proper, a loud crash (with a wince-inducing sound like the breaking of an entire trayful of crockery) makes him pause and wheel round, to call back through the door:

'Those pots did not survive a millennium underground to be shattered in their first hour aboveground, Caxton!'

There's a shouted reply that sounds apologetic and more than a little frantic, and Merriman closes the door, scowling faintly.

'Not my research grant, not my research grant....' he mutters as he heads toward the bar, unmindful of the small dust clouds kicked up in his wake.

beautiful_ann

[The thread that would not end. Ann and Satine share stories and find some common ground: acting, sacrifice, and a certain playwright by the name of Jack Driscoll . . . Woe and tl;dr abound, along with mild King Kong and Moulin Rouge spoilers.

Sorry, there's no mud-wrestling.]

human-magnet.livejournal.com

Magneto strides into the bar ... then stops and turns to look at the door leading back to his domain. He's not dressed in his full regalia tonight, just some quiet time at home in between crises. He raises a finger and the door closes. He turns his back on it, then strides to the counter, supreme in his aplomb once more.

transgenic-max.livejournal.com

It's been a few days since Max had spent much time in the bar proper. She's there now, in her usual booth. She's staring off into space, apparently lost in thought, her chin cupped in one hand. The other idly stirs her coffee.

Not one of her usual tics, that.

Come poke the X5. Whatever she's dwelling on, it's probably not healthy.

symbiote-venom.livejournal.com

[OOM: First, there is a battle to decide what will become of the living costume, the alien symbiote. In the end, the creature makes the decision.

And after that, somewhere in New York City, the beast awakens.

Warnings for both, including violence, swearing, and implied murder/cannibalism for the second one. You've been warned.]

leplusbeau

[OOM: Fucking hips. ]

Well, someone is resting her feet and looking a lot less waif like! When did that happen?

Fleur is holding a glass of ice water against her forehead. Pregnancy can be a bitch, you know.

veryvorkosigan

The front door opens, and in breezes Cordelia Vorkosigan, wearing the long full skirts of a Vor matron as cheerfully as a child playing dress-up, and about as convincingly.

It's been a good day. She's humming under her breath as she orders coffee and a sweet roll.

symbiote-venom.livejournal.com

There is...something roaming outside by the lake, moonlight making its great pale eyes glow. It's massive jaws are filled with huge, deadly teeth, and an inhuman tongue hangs from it's mouth. It walks on all fours, taking its time, hands crushing the dirt down beneath them. Its hands seem clawed, razor sharp blades where fingers might be, but flatten out and expand as they reach the ground. Its skin is dark, so black it seems to suck in the light around it. Tentacles occasionally reach out from it's body, waving back and forth slowly before disappearing back into its skin.

The symbol on its back and chest are what truly give it away. The white black widow spider symbol glows just as brightly as its eyes. Those with sharp eyes and a good memory might be able to notice that this creature, this beast, is in fact Eddie Brock. Venom. Or more correctly, it was. Whatever humanity Venom may have possessed seems to no longer be present in this massive lumbering creature, primal and savage to its core.

Welcome back, Eddie.

[ooc: Venom has never been a 'good' guy. Now, however, he's downright evil. Mun would appreciate being pinged at TheGuite (AIM) before any random tagging, seeing as I wouldn't want any pups to be hurt. or attacked, at least. Not to say he will for sure, but, well, even I can't predict how he'll react in certain situations. You've been warned!]