milliways_bar | Apr. 18th, 2006

Apr. 18th, 2006

corsec-jedi.livejournal.com

(Through the wonders of Millitime, before this occurs...)

Following the battle, Corran pulls himself through the door. He's limping, heavily favoring his right leg, and with one hand on the right side of his chest. He looks disturbed, haunted... you'd have to be under the impression the mission he'd gone on failed rather miserably.

Though he probably wouldn't outright admit it, he might be in need of some assistance.

[OOC: ~~Mun could be in and out for about the next hour or so, so tags could be a bit slow.~~ Mun can't find a decent connection, so I'm calling this slowtimed as of, oh, NOW. Sorry!]

last_adam

[OOM: Late at night, Adam comes home. Adam and Alanna talk, sort of, and absolutely nothing is resolved.]

janetsdaughter.livejournal.com

Cassie goes over to Bar and places a decorative piece of paper on it.
"Will you deliever this to everyone except Janet?
Or me and Sam."
The note disappears.

"Oh, and here's the room key back. Thank you for letting me use it."
She places it down on top of the bar and it too disappears.

She pats the top of Bar before walking away.

( Invitation )

blue_ajah

[OOM: Last night in the bar, Dale Cooper gave Moiraine some startling and extremely disturbing news.

Later that evening, a very unhappy Aes Sedai confronts Dream.]

notashortbean.livejournal.com

There is an Ed, outside. It's a bit late to be out there, but he doesn't seem to notice - he's too absorbed with his task at hand.

He's been at it, for awhile - a few hours, at least. He's dressed in old clothes, that have seen better days; he's wearing thick gray gloves. He's been assembling together a bunch of pieces from inside a box. He probably could have been seen dragging that box through the bar earlier. He brought it from home, just for a special occasion!

What is that special occasion? Well, you'll have to ask him, but what he's making is probably pretty clear. It's a small rocket, about a foot and a half tall.

twiststheblade

(From here)

Miho steps through the door into the bar. Then she turns to the woman following her.

"I'm going to bed."

warudosahakingu.livejournal.com

Haruka pushes the door open with some haste, and grins in a tight, impatient way on noticing what the opened door reveals. 'If she's going to get misplaced, this is the most misplaceful she could be.' Michiru's lovely green hair is easily spotted, and Haruka's only halfway across the room before impatience boils over sufficient to bellowing: 'MICHIRU! You're going to miss Rei's whole birthday party!'

Current Mood: rushed

rigthegames.livejournal.com

A short while after Mal’s entrance, there comes Sands.

He leans on the doorframe, breathing heavily, and then pushes himself forwards towards the bar.

“My gun,” he says softly, slumping into a stool. “My gun and a new pair of sunglasses.”

His request is met with nothingness from Bar and, sighing, he leans forward to rest his head in his hands.

janetsdaughter.livejournal.com

[OOM:Party for anyone who wants to come in room seven. It will be slowtimed for at least several days, so have at.]

underdarkangel.livejournal.com

Drizzt having just finished a patrol on an absolutly FRIGID mountain range returns to his cave to find that it has some unwelcome residents, none that he can not easily deal with, they are just goblins after all.

Drawing Iceingdeath he creeps slowly towards the cave entrance, keeping Twinkle in it's sheath so the tell tale glow will not alert his "guests" as to his approach.

Rounding the corner of the cave entrance he draws Twinkle and in one swift move springs into the air timing his jump so as to land in the middle of the confusion.

Normally this tactic works beautifully.

Normally one does not have acces to the Bar at the end of the Universe so walking in a door or through an entryway is not a problem.

Drizzt has a problem.

Drizzt barrels through the "door" to the bar and has a sudden vision of his head impacting on the Bar about a split second before he collides with the counter.

Definitly not the most graceful of entrances.

futures_of_ash

Restless. It's a condition of the body when it starts to feel antsy, contained, useless...

It's the feeling of a hero that has been in one place just a little too long without much ability to help as she should. A hero that is almost whole now, the work in her mind running apace; healing. Perhaps that explains why she's pushed herself outside into the very teeth of the storm, laughing and playing with the lightning.

It feels good to whole.

It feels good to challenge something so elemental.

And now she's back inside, soaking wet and with a deathshead grin as she accepts the mug of inevitable broth from Bar.

amanda-darieux.livejournal.com

Amanda is sitting by the fire sipping her tea and looking a little sad. There is no book or anything else around but people and she doesn't seem to be watching them.

Come by and chat she could probably use some company.

wyrd-fox.livejournal.com

There is an extremely hungover kitsune sitting in the Bar this morning. He was introduced to Atlantian last night (thank you so very much, Laini) and is now paying the price.

The hair which is usually immaculately coiffed is rather rumpled and all four tails are hanging limply over the back of his chair as he sips at coffee brewed so strong that it is just shy of achieving sentience.

But neither headache nor dizziness nor bazooka barfing will keep the new High Priest of Stantzism from his duties. On the table before him are the Commandments-in-progress as well as notes from prospective converts and sketches of possible priestly vestments.

And on the wall behind him is a sign.

REPENT!
FOR THE KINGDOM OF STANTZ IS AT HAND!

elrond-healer.livejournal.com

Elrond sits at a table near the fireplace, reading a book on Earth herbs and plants and making a few notes in a fine hand on a notepad. He is humming an old song under his breath very softly, and is paying close attention to the book.

Even with the task at hand, he is always open to new meetings or old ones renewed.

human-magnet.livejournal.com

There seems to be quite the gathering at the fireplace, none of whom are interacting. Here is another. Magneto, without his cape and helmet, is sitting by the fire and enjoying tea. Tea drinkers of the world unite!

pretty-nagisa.livejournal.com

Black is not happy. The bar won't let her change back to her 'normal' self. That...And, Mepple just won't shut up.

"I'm hungry now-mepo!" comes the voice of the cell phone thing in her pouch at her side.

Black just snatches the thing up from its pouch and quickly retrieves the card appropriate, looking angrily at the face of the device. "This is the third time just today!" she says angrily, before swiping the card and dropping the device at the bar.

Bubble appears, as per usual, and the two creatures at the table in the bubble talk for a minute, before the chef-looking creature serves a rather large bowl of noodles to the yellow one.

Black, however, just drops into a stool there with a sigh.

Feel free to pop by. She looks like she could use a distraction.

not_that_spike

( OOM: no one ever said love was easy )

cellist-dana.livejournal.com

Peter was keeping an eye on Maria for the moment, giving the tired mommy a break. So Dana was in the bar, having some breakfast of orange juice, an omelette, yogurt with fresh fruit and granola. She was idly flipping through a catalog on instruments. The strings on her bow were getting a bit worn, and likely needed replacing soon. And better to do so now before she returned to her job.

explorertruman.livejournal.com

Truman was sitting in his usual spot by the Observation Window, his hands propping his chin up as he stared at the view. There was some breakfast by him, but he just occasionally picked at it. There was a book of great explorers by him, and the bar also thought he needed another book. He hadn't really read it just yet.

scion-of-amber.livejournal.com

Fiona is more then capable of behaving like a princess, it how she was raised, after all. But sometimes?

She really doesn't care.

So, one short, redhaired princess. Sitting on a table, dressed in jeans and wooden platforms, idly putting her Trump cards back in order.

3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com

Post-Shang training and post-nap, Goldy is partaking of a late brunch. Now, a late brunch is probably l-unch for most people, but since the meal consists of coffee and a huge bacon and tomato sandwich—at least six rashers and a whole tomato sliced up, all between two enormous hunks of bread that could easily be used as doorstops—the 'br' is justified, she feels.

With the aid of a few napkins, she is tucking into the beast of a sandwich over by the fireplace, in her arm chair of choice. And she looks to be enjoying it.

maydaybrat.livejournal.com

Mordred isn't pacing. Nor is he drinking, or carving, or sharpening his blades. Instead, he's in a chair and not watching anything, tapping a piece of wood against his thigh as his foot jiggles up and down.

Someone is a little tense.

the_lioness

After a morning spent pacing around her quarters in ever widening circles, Alanna needed fresh air. Thus, she is currently riding Mithros in slow circles around the paddock, letting him do the pacing for her. The spring breeze is refreshing, and just cool enough to warrant an extra sweater. She sighs, alternately scowling at the spot between Mithros' ears and tilting her head back to feel the sun.

[Ooc: tags will be slow, and I might suddenly disappear if my voice does the same.]

sullen-seeker.livejournal.com

[OOM: There is another attack.]

Current Location: Bulgaria

general-lando.livejournal.com

Lando sits at a quiet table, doing some basic datawork. And some advanced calculations as well. Funny how he always manages to find the profit in situations where he isn't really looking for any. But then, he always has been lucky.

Come say hi.

[ooc: slowtime possible for work and lunchbreak]

walker-cain.livejournal.com

Cain sits in a large armchair, back against one side, feet up on the other, reading a book and thinking. Occasionally he glances around or takes a sip of the mulled ale sitting on the floor right next to him.

not-one-drop.livejournal.com

Over the past few weeks, Mal has been...happier. Lighter. Easier to talk too.

Now, however, she's gone straight downhill again, and is curled up in a chair by the fire, shivering occasionally as she tries to press herself farther into the warmth.

Talking...might not go over well.

[ooc: Am at school, so might run off for classes. Tags will be picked up, but please remember the lack of a steady internet connection. If your pup has met Mal before, be warned, she's going to react differently then they remember.]

wereoutofajob.livejournal.com

Grant slept in today. He's trying to keep his mind off...well...everything.

So he's got a copy of his book that he's flipping through quietly, with a nice salad made out of tomatoes and chicken. Bar's recommending healthy food it would seem.

He's making a list of things to do when he'd like to do when he gets back to the island.

wolfskincoat.livejournal.com

[OOC: OOM to come. I've just been snowed under with work. It will come, I promise you]

Today she's wearing a dress of the softest leather over long brown boots of goat fur. The grey coat even sets it off nicely, the designer warrior woman look complimented with clips bearing discs of antiqued gold set in her red hair. Lips are dark and eyes are kohled.

It's with a smile of something like accomplishment that the tiny redhead sits on a barstool, orders a martini, and surveys the establishment.

alwaysroomforhope

After the fight for the Symbiote, the Door opens, and Steph drags herself through. She's looked better; one side of her face is swollen and slightly malformed, already purpling, and there're traces of blood she hasn't managed to wipe off yet. On the other hand, she's upright, and walking under her own power, just a little dizzily.

"That," she remarks, voice muffled and indistinct, "could've gone a lot better."

She looks around, and heads to a table, and beckons a waitrat. "Ice? An' - uhm. If there's a healer around, send them over too?"

lvpd_sidle

There is someone in the bar, drinking coffee.

Most people do not have such an expression of bliss while doing so.

Hey, she was deprived. And hospital coffee is something she wouldn't have inflicted on terrorists.

Sara is botherable.

gone_byebye

[OOM: Ray discovers that some days, it just doesn't pay to chew through the leather straps.]

twoeyesonthesky.livejournal.com

Ravenscourt was nowhere in sight when Quinn went out to the stables this morning, so Quinn's been mucking out Ross's stall and taking the horse for a morning's worth of exercise as usual. He's back inside now, in search of lunch. One day he may twig to the fact that it's perfectly all right to have something more substantial than fruit and cheese, but right now that sort of thing seems to be quite enough to get him through the middle of the day. It's not like he's working so hard at updating his notes on the dragons that he needs more than that.

thelastearthman.livejournal.com

[ OOM, Suite 427: Sleeping on the sofa. Or trying to. Warnings for vague angst and the abuse of innocent books.]

fangs-and-fire.livejournal.com

Tasuki's at a booth, scribbling some sort of vague drawing on a piece of paper and occasionally giving the door (or the space where the door isn't, for him) frustrated looks.

jediwarriorgirl.livejournal.com

She's in the bar again, the one-and-a-half-armed redheaded woman with a large fang-shaped object hanging from her belt. Although her clothes are dry, her hair is damp.

Tenel Ka is sitting in a booth, by herself, with a glass of red wine.

sky-high-max.livejournal.com

Max goes over to check her flier. To her delight, it's already started to fill up.

She makes note of who's signed up so far, adds an extra note, then puts the bulliten back up:

Seeking flying beings for broomless Quidditch!
Requirements: Must have means of flying for a long period of time, either naturally or via magic. Must also have some means with which to carry and throw a ball.
Practices start ASAP - Game dates TBA
Any questions please contact Maximum or Duo Maxwell.
~If anyone wants to referee, please note below the sign-ups!~

( Sign-up list )

She then sits down at the bar not far from the board, just in case anyone needs to ask a question.

Because she'd really like some conversation right about now.

mollyprewett.livejournal.com

Molly is pretty sure she has everything she needs. It isn’t much, since she doesn’t expect to be gone for longer than a day, really. Just a change of clothes (just in case), and some money, all tucked inside a messenger bag similar to the one Cain always carries (except hers is purple, for some strange reason).

Cain hasn’t really said how long they’ll be gone, and she hadn’t thought to ask. He’d said he wanted to show her a sunrise and a sunset. She trusts him. Even if they are gone for longer, she’s sure she has enough money to buy what she needs.

She tucks her wand into the bottom of her bag, though she doesn’t expect to need it, and goes to meet Cain downstairs.

She pauses for a moment on the bottom step, before he notices her there, and just looks at him. A smile curves her lips at the sight of him, as usual. He’s leaning comfortably against the bar, exuding that quiet confidence that seems to cling to him like a second skin. It amazes her, really. He could have anyone he wanted, she’s sure, and he still spends time with her. She isn’t sure why, but she’s glad of it.

With a spring in her step, and a smile on her face, she approaches.

He sees her before she gets there, and grins as he straightens. “You look beautiful.”

She blushes, and leans in to kiss his cheek. “So do you.” Her eyes are bright and clear and full of anticipation for the day ahead.

“Are you ready?”

She nods eagerly and follows him to the door, hoping it won’t spoil things for her by being locked.

“After you, Molly.”

He opens the door to a beautifully appointed hotel room, and she holds her breath as she steps through. She releases it when she is able to pass the threshold of the bar’s door, and turns to see Cain passing through as well, and closing the door behind him.

[OOC: This thread is just to establish that Cain and Molly are leaving the bar. If your pup would like to react to it here, that’s fine, but the pups themselves are not available for threading.]

plant-alchemist.livejournal.com

Russell has taken over a table again with research notes and books. He's reading through one of the books right now, brows furrowed in concentration. It's not his usual subject and he's working on trying to apply it to his own work.

He could probably use a break, he tends to forget about such pesky things as that.

p3-premonitions.livejournal.com

Phoebe is in the bar again, flipping through the newest edition of cosmo and listening to some loud Bon Jovi music on her discman, feel free to bother the teen.

swinging-cod.livejournal.com

[ooc: Mal and Jayne do some heavy lifting, and some light talking.]

gonna_live

[Out of Milliways:

After Mikage burninates the swing out back, Kaylee goes home.

With a vengeance.]

mctrillian.livejournal.com

( In a research lab on Antar, a telecommunicator rings. )

pretty_honoka

For once, White isn't following Black around. She's at a table by herself (well, with Mipple, but she's sleeping in cellphone form), thinking about things. It's been almost a full day now since the Bar transformed her into her Cure White form for no apparent reason, and she still can't change back into Honoka. In the absence of an explanation, her mind is making up theories, and she's worried that they might be true.

A conversation to direct her thoughts somewhere else would be appreciated.

master-cat.livejournal.com

Perrault is at the bar, enjoying a meal of grilled tuna steak.

What? You want more?

awesome_lilly

Lilly's curled up in a booth, an iced tea and cobb salad in front of her. Stampy's on the seat next to her, her trunk occasionally appearing over the edge of the table in search of human food and being rewarded with bits of lettuce.

There are no peeps in obscene poses, no pop-up Kama Sutra, no newspaper articles, nothing of the sort. Lilly Kane is relaxing.

[~~ETA: temporary slowtime for food, bbiab!~~] back!

noble-samurai.livejournal.com

Jack's been gone for a little while, hunting down clues to his next attempt home. Yes, he's still at it.

...no, he hasn't made any progress.

But still, as he walks in and heads for a table, he doesn't look especially cheerful or glum. Jack's calm looking as ever, just being...well, Jack.

goodbyesandusky.livejournal.com

As of this conversation, millitimed to sometime late Saturday/early Sunday, Clive had been busy.

He practically bounced down the stairs, box of fabric scraps in his arms, setting it down to tack a sheet of paper to the messageboard before heading off to a booth, starting on another project, carefully cutting shapes out of the scraps in the box.

The notice read:
Attention all models, runway-rats and fashion-hounds of all ages, living, dead or in-between:
I, Clive (picture attached) am going to be hosting a fashion show just as soon as it can be arranged (probably sometime early June, bar-time)
I am looking for people who want to model, don’t mind potentially bizarre hand-made clothes, and have a sense of adventure.
If that’s you, come find me, we’ll make arrangements, if I'm not around, just sign up, I’ll check the list and collect information as needed.
Also, if anyone would like to help with the actual designing and/or sewing, or would like to donate fabric, thread, trim, patterns, dress maker’s dummies or make a monetary donation for any of the above, please contact me as well.

(ooc: Off for a couple hours for a friend's recital, tag in if you wish and I'll pick up when I get back, otherwise he'll have another entry soon)

prone-to-panic.livejournal.com

Archie Kennedy is in the bar. This in itself is not out of the ordinary. In fact, nothing about the way he is spending his afternoon thus far seems to be out of the ordinary; he's got his tea, he's got a sandwich, he's watching the crowd like he normally does. It's been a little while since he got to break up a brawl, maybe he could do with something a little unexpected.

((OOC: This post is NOT plot-locked AT ALL, but please go and read this post in the backroom before tagging. Thank you.))

shufti

In one corner of the bar, down on the floor, a young woman is curled up with a baby. She holds him close, singing quietly to him to comfort him as he bawls his eyes out.
There is blood on the sleeve of her shirt, and smudged on her cheek. More on the back of one hand. But for now she is focusing on calming the terrified little bundle in her arms.

yuppie-trash.livejournal.com

He was settled comfortably in a booth, his complexion (a ritual mask) gleaming, skin pulled taut. Cheekbones that could cut, shiny (glassy) eyes. Always (Ralph Lauren Polo. Classic-fitting, tailored sport coat in lightweight cotton. Regent Blue. Broadcloth dress shirt in sky and white stripe. Narrow Irish linen tie in sunshine.) well-dressed with scrupulous (without scruples) attention to detail. There was no exception today.

That included the items he had removed from his attache case. A sandwich (thinly sliced meat, Dijon mustard, and nine grain bread. Cut into fourths.) and his book (still Trump.) And for all intents and purposes, he seemed to be enjoying his unexpected lunch break at the end of the universe.

guppy_sandhu

The doctor is in

Guppy's brushed his hair a little differently, so that one of the dark curls dangles neatly over the strangely shaped bruise on the side of his face. Mainly because he feels somewhat embarrassed at being beaten by a pot plant.

What is perhaps more embarrassing is the copy of the Holby Gazette the bar gave to him, bearing a lovely picture taken by a bored patient waiting in reception of said plant being hurled at him. The caption above reads 'Doc catches toilet gluer - accused reckons it's a plant'.

He's debating whether to burn it or have it framed.

walker-cain.livejournal.com

{OOM: San Francisco, Cain Style - Molly and Cain enjoy three days in San Francisco:

There is laughter, sex, sightseeing, shopping, eating, wandering, trust, care, secrets revealed, and new thoughts born.

Warnings for sexual situations, nudity, silliness, and lots of sentimentality. Also, Cainmun would like to note that while some of the features of the San Francisco in this series of OOMs are drawn from real life, much of it is created whole cloth for this OOM.}

sorrowfulmisery.livejournal.com

There is Alice sitting in a dark booth drinking hot tea. Surprisingly enough she's wearing a dress, red in color, and she's also not carrying her guns. For once in over six or so years she's not carrying the weapons that make her feel overly comfortable. It feels weird to her but you just can't wear a dress with guns. Well... she probably could but you know. She also seems to be deep in thought over something.

Distract her if you can. That is if that's even at all possible.

mistressmaryquitecontrary

Mary Lennox has just come in from the greenhouse; there's dirt all over her face and hands, and a somewhat satisfied expression on her face.

She does make somewhat of an effort to wipe her hands off before starting to drink the cup of tea she's ordered from the bar, though; she's not a savage, after all.

just_the_doctor

[OOM: Time passes, and the wanderer comes home.]

The sound of a TARDIS materializing echoes across the field by the lake. Unlike when this has happened recently, when the time machine arrives, it does not change shape, instead remaining its usual stubborn blue police box form.

Which means only one thing. This isn't Ace's TARDIS. It's his.

Sure enough, the door opens a moment later, and out steps the Doctor. A new Doctor, to be sure, but still the same man. He's joined a moment later, though, by a totally new face, stepping out into the End of the Universe for the very first time. The Doctor takes Rose's hand and, with a grin, leads her inside.

A sweep of his arm takes in the whole bar and its assorted cross-section of time and space.

"Welcome to Milliways, Rose. The Bar at the End of the Universe."

[ooc: two pups, two muns, tag one or both!]

maydaybrat.livejournal.com

[Post-Milliways: Mordred and War. Set after this and warning for glossed-over rough sex with handcuffs.

Well, it's Mordred/War, what do you expect?]

transgenic-max.livejournal.com

Max has, apparently, decided to hit the books again. It was only a matter of time, really. So there's a stack of chemistry texts, and what appears to be formulae and schematics scrawled on napkins.

She'd run out of notepaper after a few hours.

It seems that she's stuck at the moment, glaring down at her paper. Her teeth worry at her lower lip.

A distraction might be appreciated.

artsmartscarlet.livejournal.com

(Out of Milliways: Mark takes Jane to New York, and she gets more or less free reign to redecorate the loft. And some posters!)

bloodyrockgod

Charlie hasn't played in the bar for a while, so he's at the piano, playing Bach.

walker-cain.livejournal.com

From here:

The air ripples in front of the fireplace and then bulges outweard into a doorway. Through the doorway two people stand in what looks like a large front room.

Cain steps throuigh hurriedly, pulling a chain of luggage and Molly follows, holding a wand.

The door shuts and Molly seems to sag. Cain leaps forward and catches her.

"Molly? Are you okay?"

As he says that he glances around, only then realizing that they are, indeed, in Milliways. He smiles in relief, then goes bnack to looking at her.

"M'fine."

She's weak, though, and needs the support he's giving her. The spell took more out of her than she expected.

"D'we make it?"

He nods, even though her eyes are closed, then speaks.

"Yes. We made it. We are at Milliways. You did it, Molly."

He holds her, then lifts her and carries her to a nearby couch.

He sets her down there, gets their things and pulls them nearby, then orders tea and sandwhiches from a wait rat, with a small cup of whiskey as well.

When they come he gives her the cup first.

"Here, drink this. It will help a little."

madetomend.livejournal.com

Same place as she was yesterday, except she's moved her things back into her bag to make room for the rather large pot holder.

Sally smiles benignly to herself, watching the stars burst.

mop-jockey.livejournal.com

As it is, the chicks are proving useful in other ways than simplistic personal amusement. Still, the tab hadn't been completely paid off, so Lenny's been thinking.

Sometimes thinking can make a man hungry.

Burger, fries and a coke.

Also, for good measure, the chicks. But those are only secondary to the food.

skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com

[OOM: Preparations] Yes, there really has been getting ready for the wedding. You've just not seen it. *shifty*

gravity_shifter

Sikozu is once again left to amuse herself. Aeryn is gone. Jack is gone.

Today, she's hopping from wall to ceiling and back again, jumping over the rafters completely as she walks the perimiter of the bar.

not_that_spike

He's never not wearing this tie again if he can help it. Not after what Beth told him; he's kind of smug about it. Sitting at his usual table by the fire, he holds up his glass of whiskey, studying the flames through it. It's kind of a pretty color, almost golden. Almost the color of Beth's hair, especially with the flames behind it.

Shaking his head, he laughs at himself. The past year and a half -- more now -- hasn't been all fun and games, but most of it sure has. Still, he has one question: who the hell finds something he never even knew he'd lost at the end of the damn universe?

It's a question with no answers but also with very specific answers. Shit, even the end of the universe is kind of Zen.

I've got no problem with that.

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

Ace has wandered back into the bar, and after meeting back up with someone in particular, she's in a much better mood than when she woke up this morning on board Serenity. Or, should we say, finally gave up pretending to be asleep. Either way, she's a bit drowsy, and still a bit on the fritz coherence-wise thanks to the combined effects of a TARDIS in battle and being revived by the Vortex.

So she's curled up on the couch.

With her triple chocolate mocha.

If she's going to be incoherent, at least it will be an energetic incoherent.

misterparker.livejournal.com

Mister Parker is looking well rested and clean. He's wearing a new shirt, and strangely, a worn cowboy hat.

It's a weird look for him, strange, and he wears it awkwardly.

Sighing, he settles into a chair. He's bored and looking for distraction.

needsnewtoaster.livejournal.com

Orlin had a few shooters infrount of him, and was looking slightly disheveled. An old toaster and a napkin dispenser were sitting on the table infront of him, both partiall dismantled as something began to form out of their distruction. An unmolested didital camera is sitting to the side forlornly. Maybe it wants to be taken apart to...

[[ask what he's making]]

Current Mood: contemplative
Current Music: Hello Sunshine, Super Furry Animals

g-prewett-twin.livejournal.com

Fabian had laughed at him for hours when Gideon had told him about the bar at the end of the Universe. Then, when he'd finally relized that his brother wasn't joking, he'd seriously tried talking him into seeing a healer to have his head checked for hexes.

Gideon had begun to doubt his own sanity up until now...

Still, he wondered how they fit this place into his bedroom. He glances at the observation window before heading to the bar for a drink.

So, redheaded wizard is at the bar, wondering why this keeps happening to him.

maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com

Elaine comes down to the bar, with a worried expression on her face. She's concerned for her friends, and worried for Angela.

There are times when she wishes Milliways wasn't quite so interesting a place to be. And this is one of them.

However, it is her night to waitress, and if her smile isn't very big, it's still genuine.

She takes a tray from Bar and looks around for people to serve.

symbiote-venom.livejournal.com

Venom is outside again, this time wandering through the woods. Tentacles reach out to taste the air now and then, occasionally wrapping themselves around branches and tearing them off. Because...because....becaaaaaause...

He's violent by nature? His tentacles, for the most part, have minds of their owns. Don't ask him why they do what they do.

He doesn't dare enter the bar. Not looking like he does, at least. He'd probably end up attacking somebody by accident (the tentacles again) and that only leads to trouble. Plus, if Miho found him, well, he'd be in for it. Not that he's worried, but that too would only lead to trouble.

So, poor lonely guy, all on his own out in the woods with only the trees for company.

Won't you come say hello? He ~~probably will~~ ~~might not~~ won't bite!

necessary_child

Sam inna bar, sipping coffee and doodling idly on a large pad. Were you to look at aforementioned pad, you'd see strange, spikey designs- oddly disturbing to the eye, magical or non-magical. Those with magical talents might recognise them as wards, unfamiliar ones- Sam is busy creating them. They are deliberately left incomplete so as not to awaken the magic. He's bored, so prod at will.

(OOC ETA: Mun needs to run in a few moments, will pick up tags in the morning if you want to leave them, and please do.)

qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com

He saunters downstairs, spinning on his heel just for the joy of it before sliding his way to the bar. He's up on his shots, well-rested (or as well rested as he's been of late. Something keeps meddling with his sleep), and a little hungry, but on the Darien Fawkes meter of suck, he's actually on a negative four.

That was good.

He's not looking for Charlie or not not looking for Charlie, but he is sitting with a beer and a hamburger.

not-only-wisdom.livejournal.com

Nynaeve comes downstairs, sweeping from the stairs to the bar, and then over to a table.

She sits calmly enough, smoothing out her skirts before pouring a cup of tea.

Taking a sip, she surveys the room, the bracelet-and-rings angreal clicking softly against the cup.

cf1.livejournal.com

Caitlin is back in the Bar, having managed to make her way through Sarah's closet successfully without any damage to life, limb, or scanty clothing.

So she is back and drinking a soda while watching the stars explode.

A look of wonder is on her face as she watches.

gris_bug_man

Grissom is in the bar, looking far more relaxed.

That relaxation might have something to do with the bouncing baby on his lap.

Bother.

countofserenno.livejournal.com

Dooku comes walking into the Bar, looking more than slightly exhausted. He has a small extra pouch on his belt as he walks in, carrying something he needed to retrieve from the Temple, but other than that, it's the same Dooku who left a few days ago...mostly.

He walks up to the Bar and orders some food, and upon recieving it, sits down to eat. Which does not, of course, mean that he should not be bothered. Any takers?

twoeyesonthesky.livejournal.com

Having had rather a startling midday in the Bar, Quinn is back for the evening meal. He's over towards the fireplace as is his usual wont, and he's working in the drawing-pad he bought from Bar a few days ago. Mostly it's still sketches of remembered London, but there are a few bits with dragons on the wing, and one or two rough sketches of an old, old castle, seen from far awy.

undignified

It's not really been a week since Wes has been in the bar. You've obviously just not noticed him.

(That honestly doesn't mean he's plotting. No, really.)

(What are you, cynical?)

But he's there now, at the Bar, contemplating a milkshake.

It's chocolate!

whitewitch-thea.livejournal.com

Thea lifted the ingredients from the bartop; Black candles, fennel, pine needles, a single flat stone and a very sharp dagger. It was time. She had been holding on too long, waiting for another solution to present itself. She loved the warm tingling green glow that could spread forth from her fingers, how she could heal helpless injured animals. Now she was going to kill. Thea had never killed someone, something, before and she had found herself growing to attached to Dark; so that she was barely even aware of where the entity ended and she began. Her life wouldn't wait and she wanted it back.

Without a backwards glance, she hefted the canvas pack and headed out to ( the lake )

[OOC: Plot locked. Have finally got around to doing it. Warning for erm blood and witchcraft. ~~In progress.~~]

street-sparrow.livejournal.com

Gavroche comes in from the House of Arch, looking happier than he has for a while, and heads for the Bar for a hot drink.

goodbyesandusky.livejournal.com

This notice is still on the board, and the boy in the picture had finally managed to get the sewing machine down the stairs, by way of the lift, to do more than just pinning.

There was a half-cup of coffee on the table, and a plate of some sort of jam tarts, he was bobbling his head along to the one headphone that he had in, the other out so that he could hear people asking him questions, if they had any.

missginnytonic.livejournal.com

Ginny walks in to the bar after a while then looks around for people she knows

[OOC: where Ginny takes Tasuki home to the Burrow]

twiststheblade

A slightly pale and rather red-eyed Miho is sitting, for once not at the bar, but curled up in a very large chair near the fire. She has a book in her lap, but she's spending more time staring at the flames than at the pages. Maybe she could do with distracting. Maybe you should be the one to distract her.

mogget_cat

Ha, ha. Very funny, Bar.

*Yrael looks askance at the ball of shimmery-white yarn that appeared with his order of tea. As he reaches for the cream, he nudges the yarn ball out of his way.*

*The yarn rolls a little way down the counter top, and stops, looking shimmery.*

*And tempting.*

*Yrael sighs. All he'd wanted was a quiet cup of tea.*

jack_f_twist

Just like most nights, this one's got Jack slouched over on the couch. Beat-up boots crossed over each other, beat-up hat tilted easy on his head, a fresh cigarette in hand, and you can sure call him happy. Only thing's missing is a beer and some company.

And his harmonica.

Still.

Dammit.

curlys-boy.livejournal.com

OOM: The week in summary

[OOC: Warren's mun has been regulated to serious bed rest by the doctors.]

balletrat

[OOM: Meg and Lilly, in the suite, with death, murderers and murderees, and telenovelas. Millitimed to last week.]

rebelheartalien.livejournal.com

Michael comes in through the front door, looking a little less tired than he has been - he's not doing three people's jobs, now that Max is doing better - but still not exactly well-rested.

Come say hi while he gets a drink.

shakenstrfaith.livejournal.com

It had been well over a month now, and still no sign of the door. Scully passed the time going over observations, and doing research in the Infirmary. She was collecting notes on some of the people in the bar, organizing them into categories and such.

explorertruman.livejournal.com

Truman decided to be different and sit by the bar tonight. He had that new book on pop culture with him. However, it was just sitting nearby. He was poking at his dinner a little, and currently watching people in the bar. There was a notebook by him, and he was taking some casual note-taking. Possibly prep for that one job offer, if the people were still interested.

tibetanmethod

[Out of Milliways and into Twin Peaks:

The petroglyph that Cooper, Harry, Hawk, and Andy found in Owl Cave is full of secrets. And not only that: Windom Earle has discovered it. And Earle has his own motivations.

While Harry tries to get some answers about Josie Packard, Cooper goes on a date. A really, really good date.

Too bad the aftereffects are spoiled by the appearance of a dead man encased inside a giant chess pawn.]

tibetanmethod

[After all this.]

Cooper's in the bar.

Investigating a small black pawn.

And looking deeply confused, and scribbling something on a legal pad. What looks like cross-sections of same pawn.

stbethadettes

When you're practically shacking up with your favorite bounty hunter in a bar at the end of the universe and you're pregnant enough that you can't comfortably fit into that well-loved pair of jeans you were wearing when you got here, you start a love affair with your sweatpants.

Beth's well on her way.

And while she can still fit into the shirt she was wearing when she got here, raiding Spike's closet for one seemed like a good idea to her. Getting one of those Venusian Vanilla ones, she kept it untucked, left the top two buttons undone, and barely rolled up the sleeves.

She's kind of the picture of comfort. She's just missing the fuzzy slippers.

And maybe a cigarette. But as long as the temptation doesn't present itself to her, she can keep resisting that.

With a book (also Spike's) under her arm, she goes straight to the couch for lounging.

dr-mckay.livejournal.com

Rodney McKay is a man on a mission. Quite literally. He wanders around with a laptop slung under one arm, power cables hanging over his shoulder like a bandolier, papers in the other hand, a pen behind his ear and one between his teeth.

He finds somewhere vaguely ergonomic and spreads out the papers, pinning them flat with his laptop. Mostly. He orders coffee. He orders serious coffee. And then he pins down the other side of the paper with the mug. When not drinking it, of course.

Anyone passing will hear the very loud thoughts of a scientist under duress. Anyone looking will see a lot of circles on the paper. Circles and arrows and lines and boxes that look like some very strange mutant spider somehow learned to count.

There is a reason most people refuse to work in the same room as him.

Current Mood: busy

rigthegames.livejournal.com

There is an ashtray on the tabletop, on the verge of overflowing and with a forgotten cigarette still smouldering in it, and next to that two halves of a pair of sunglasses, snapped clean in two.

And then there is Sands, wedged into the corner of a booth with his back against the wall as though he anticipates attack from all sides. Even in sleep, his fists are clenched and there is a frown upon his face.

It’s unlikely he so much as left the bar after the events of last night, but somewhere along the way he managed to wipe most of the blood off. The bruises, however, remain, in a resplendent spectrum of purple, blue and sickly green.

[ooc: as mun is technically meant to be sleeping right now, she may randomly disappear on occasion to hide from her parents. Also, msn is being strange and not alerting her of replies.]