milliways_bar | Apr. 21st, 2006

Apr. 21st, 2006

loving-uncle.livejournal.com

Enter Count Olaf! No, no no no.

Enter ... Count Ezleburg Windlemyer! No, no, that won't work.

Enter ... Maestro Gavilon Helsmin! Oh, completely inappropriate.

Enter ...

Joey! Yes, yes, Joey is his name, and he has a lovely earring, and he's just SO glad to be here tonight!

steadfastknight

The door opened.

And the person standing there was surprised, and disappeared from view for a few seconds before coming back into view, settling feet into shoes and pulling long hair back into a ponytail.

Kitt was, all in all, so much more relaxed than he had been in a long time, and seeing the bar was not a bad thing or really a distraction for once. Even if he did have to sit down to tie his sneakers. He'd just been shoeless for a while, is all.

clumsy_auror

[OOC: Long days don't always make for bad nights. Rated R for... heavy petting, I think it's called?]

ucav-tinman.livejournal.com

[OOM: After speaking with Eddie at length, Ben went back to Kara's quarters to tell her what he'd learned. It seemed Eddie had family - and not just family. He claimed the Knights, of Knight Industries and FLAG fame. It would've been easier to believe he was a Korean plant, if a single weld-mark had been obvious on the plane. Gannon went back to speak to Marshfield, as much of what had been discussed needed to be told to the man who acted as their commanding officer.

What Ben had was a plan - and it was a plan that could keep the world from going to war. The only hitch was that it looked like the plane was telling the truth. The Knight Industries higher-ups, along with Keith Orbit, were on their way to the Lincoln.

Upon their arrival*, a meeting was immediately called, and to those who didn't know any better, nothing seemed amiss. After all, years in the future and Kitt was still afraid of flying, Bonnie was still gently sarcastic, and Michael was still the human part of the equation.

A lot is said and more is shared between a group of personnel better thought of as a family. Assistance is offered in the peacekeeping efforts, Marshfield is brought up to a sort of speed with all that's happened and will happen. and then, speaking to Gannon and Eddie, the truths at last come out. The meeting itself breaks up in a rush, Captain Marshfield having been conspicuously absent for most of it, and Gannon escorts Eddie back to his cell.

On his way out, he visits Kara to see how much of a dressing-down she got from the captain. The answer is worrisome. What Eddie predicted seemed to be coming true.

Marshfield ends the day in his office, his mind on worrisome orders that he may be prepared, morally forced, to disobey.]

[*Thread is 711 comments long, be warned.]

dragonofgrey.livejournal.com

Late night, but Draco didn't feel like much of one for sleeping. He was currently sitting by the fire, brooding quietly. Also staring at his firelit reflection in the dagger that he was currently holding pensively in his hand. Martin was perched on the back of the chair, hooting quietly to himself.

middle-name-s.livejournal.com

[Out of Milliways and Into Twin Peaks:

Aftermath from the recent events unfolds.

(Bonus material.)]

underdarkangel.livejournal.com

Drizzt can be found enjoying some quite time, lying out by the lake waiting for the sun to rise, Guenhwyvar by his side.

Thinking about what has happened to him over the last few days Drizzt is wracking his brain for some explanation.

See while he was in the Bar today, He could'nt find the front door.

He found where it was supposed to be, but alas no door.

-Anyone want to help a confused Drow-

rigthegames.livejournal.com

After this...

He doesn’t go far. His bruises ache and, even now, he is wary of unfamiliar places. So it is by the edge of the lake that Sands drops the knife, sinking to his knees and resting his head in shaking hands.

“Shit,” he hisses.

It doesn’t quite cover the past few days, as far as expletives go, but it’s a start.

shelley_winters

[OOM: A Wind Dies.]

Out in the woods, a thin line of light brightens and widens into a shining portal from another age (called the Second Age by some) to reveal five women - the soft light of saidar brightening into existence around two of them as they step through.

One swiftly, eager to return. One slowly, leaning on a cane. One barely able to stand, but under the watchful eyes of a fourth. The last almost with a show of reluctance, fear not conquered by the sight of sanctuary.

Kim Bauer, Nita Callahan, Trillian Astra, Shelley Winters, and Random Frequent Flyer Lyrae Annabel Dent called Astoreth - but what's in a name? - walk through the trees.

[OOC: Adiva and Nita are not actually here, but handwaving is in all it's wonderful effect. Shelley, Kim and Trillian will each have their own subthread to be tagged - tagging Astoreth is possibly not advisable, as she is incoherent, dependent on the technically absent Nita, and also still homicidal under stress. Thank you all very very much.]

futures_of_ash

Bar thinks Rachel should be sleeping.

She doesn't happen to agree.

So, there's a hero, complete with spandex, sitting cross legged on the bar with the usaul mug of beef broth.

She seems to be arguing with Bar.

About dresses.

They've agreed on green.

amanda-darieux.livejournal.com

After her morning workout Amanda has showered and changed and can now be found lounging about by the fire sipping tea. SHe has a novel lying about some place but she is ignoring it, at the moment she prefers to people watch.

She wouldn't be opposed to some company.

knight-sparhawk.livejournal.com

A tall, not-handsome man steps in the door and blinks. As he raises his eyebrows, he glances around.

Clad in armor, a large sword strapped to his side, he moves with a slow stride to the Bar and settles in front of her and places a hand on her surface.

A large ale appears and he takes a large swig from it before glancing around, with a small smile.

Welcome back to Milliways Sir Sparhawk.

walker-cain.livejournal.com

Cain walks inside, having been walking for much of the post-midnight morning. Settling at a booth with a place of breakfast and a beer, he glances around, seeing who all is around this morning.

mommywitch.livejournal.com

Young!Piper's been sleeping near the fire. She wakes up and shakes her head slightly. She's been having some kind of weird dreams lately.

She stands, goes over to the bar and asks for some tea with honey, please.

mollyprewett.livejournal.com

Molly isn't in the gardens, for a change.

She was there earlier, but finished her work, and is now sitting on a large rock by the lake with a brightly colored mass of canvas that will be a magnificent kite, once it's assembled.

She could use magic to get it aloft once it's ready, but the traditional way is much more fun. Unfortunately, a kite this size would take two people to get it in the air.

Wanna help?

ncdcas-cable.livejournal.com

Nathan sits in a booth watching the bar for a moment, before going back to his latest project. On the table is strewn a pile of machinery of the futuristic sort. He is slowly piecing together some new parts. Exactly what they are or what they are for may not be exactly clear.

the_lioness

Yawning, Alanna pushes open the staff door and stands blinking at the lights. She's dressed for training, hair tied back and her sword tucked under her arm. It's time to get over this; she's had enough of weakness and rest. After leaving a note with Bar, she takes a large plate of breakfast to a corner booth and attacks it with gusto. And there's coffee, naturally.

( For Bernard )

[ooc: Again, responses slow, voice might give out. :D]

bloody-awful.livejournal.com

John is out back of the bar, wandering around the stables, cursing a blue streak every time he steps in horse dung. Those black leather lace up shoes of his are no match for the muck of a stable yard. Indeed, if there is such a thing as an unnatural environment for John, this may be it. Hell, the Dreaming, the Far Lands? Piece of cake. The great outdoors? Not so much...

milliways_sawyer

The front door opens, and through it walks an old man who may or may not look familiar. To many, however, the annoyed drawl with which he calls over his shoulder is unmistakable.

"... dammit, woman! I'm seventy-six years old, and if I don't feel like chokin' down those horse pills today, guess what? I don't gotta!" He slams the door behind him... and only then takes a look at his surroundings.

"Well, I'll be damned. Didn't think I'd lay eyes on this place again."

Ladies and gentlemen, James Ford is back for one last round.

He walks over to the bar, the sudden spring in his step belying his age. "Hey, babycakes. How's about a Jack and Coke, for old times sake?" Instead of a drink, however, a copy of a certain notice appears.

"Damn." He glances up at the sizable debt still listed on his tab. "Double damn."

Grumbling, James fishes out his pocket, pulls out a rather large roll of cash (James never did trust banks), and lays it on the bar. "Here. Happy now?" As the money vanishes, he looks over at his tab again... and notices that, while very small, it still isn't quite cleared. "Dammit, that's all I got on me!"

If a bar could give disbelieving looks, it would be now.

"Fine. I hope you choke on it." James unclasps a gold watch from his wrist and lays it where the money had been. On the back of the watch is engraved the words "To Lt. Jackson, the best damn cop on the beat. From your friends in the 13th Precinct." Old habits die hard.

The watch vanishes, clearing the tab, and a Jack and Coke appears.

"Thanks," the old man grumbles as walks over to his old booth.

cellist-dana.livejournal.com

(Millitimed to a few days ago)
Milliways was a way station. That was something easily forgotten with the wonder, and strangeness of the place. You feel compelled to stay, but it was time to move on. Or go home.

Dana had finished getting everything together. Diaper bag, stroller with Maria securely in it. Peter said he'd meet them back home, so she wasn't worried. It was a strange place, too strange for her really. But it seemed to have helped him somehow. So there was just a brief sentence of thanks before she opened the door, and stepped back to their place. There was the brief glimpse of a tow-headed toddler careening over to see his mom and his new baby sister before the door closed behind them.

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Errol Partridge knew well this was not the final place for him. And when he saw the door appear, that seemed to confirm it. Time to move on. He walked over to open the door. There were notes left.
Mary, I've gone home. You'll know where I mean.
John, I'm sorry, but I'm glad you finally found yourself. It's your world now, and your children's. Help them learn not to make the same mistakes as we did this time.
Laini, thank you for everything in this short time I had.
He opened the door, and there was bright light shining on the other side. Beautiful, even more than any poem can hope to compare the sight.

Moments later, there was nothing but the door closing smoothly.

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Todd Anderson saw the door recently again. He had pondered about it, but realized it seemed right. He'd go back, and tell their stories, all their stories. There were notes left for his friends.
For his boss, Suti, Sorry, I won't be able to stay and help with the rest of the planting. Going home. Hope you understand, and thank you for all your help.
The other Dead Poets recieved, a brief note, Off to seize the day. See you on the other side.
The note for Neil was much harder to write.
Neil, I love you. I've found you before. I'll do so again, whether it's here, or afterwards. I finally figured it out, my story. Our story. Your lion's gone back to roar. They'll hear about us. All of it. I'll look for you among the lights. He opened the door, and it was Welton again, but now it was outside, near the lake. He wasn't afraid anymore.

"Carpe diem," he smiled as he walked through, and the door shut behind him.

Current Music: Dead Can Dance's Severance

gotham-knocking.livejournal.com

It's not like having a really good exclusive in a newspaper in Gotham is going to make you famous. Not in 1989. But the receptions it's gotten has left Knox is a great mood. Odds are he might be buying the drinks today. (OK, he will if you are a friend, or a pretty woman, but that's slightly better than usual. Hey, what do want? He isn't paid that well and rents in Gotham are high.)

[ooc EDIT: Mun will be around 4:30 or so]

eldorne-girl.livejournal.com

[what is this?]

[Delia still in a good mood?]

[...yes, actually. She's sitting on a couch, by the fireplace, and reading Shakespear, but she's actually in a good mood]

[feel free to go and distract]

mysterious-seed.livejournal.com

A pokémon trots in from the lakeside, head held high, looking immensely pleased with itself. Bulbasaur is carrying a rather ecclectic bunch of wildflowers in its mouth, their roots scattering loose dirt all over the floor. With a running leap, the creature propels itself into a booth, then gently lays its burden on the table top and begins to study each specimen intently.

It probably wouldn't mind talking to people. ~~However, how much of the conversation your pup will understand is a different matter entirely.~~

alwaysroomforhope

Steph wanders down the stairs, skaterug spilling out of the too-small pocket she's stuffed it in, and stops at Bar for a banana smoothie before heading over to a booth near the lake door, which she proceeds to sit on the table of.

Bar makes the best smoothies.

[mun at work, tags slow but steady.]

witchy-rebel.livejournal.com

The swing isn't there.

She'd had the fight with Barty, and when he didn't come back she'd gone outside. To garden, to sit on the swing and...

It wasn't there.

Just ashes, and that was one thing Morgan didn't need today. So she's in the bar now, sitting in a booth and try not cry. Princess don't in public, they don't.

And she doesn't feel like going upstairs. Might bump into him.

lvpd_sidle

Two CSIs are in a booth, talking quietly.

One is playing with his daughter.

The other is snapping pictures with her cellphone and teasing him mercilessly.

[ooc: Two for the price of one. Please specify with whom you are speaking.]

ten_of_swords

Ruin is again in the bar.

Sprawled in a booth, his typical drink in front of him, and he is shuffling through his tarot deck.

jedipilot.livejournal.com

It seems that at some point in the past couple of weeks, there was an unspoken truce and forgiveness between the two Joiners. Whatever squabbles and fights over missions and rumors and blackmail and big mouths is over and in the past.

Which would be why now, for the first time in a while, they're sitting at a booth together, as if it's the most natural thing in the world. There's a game of dejarik going on between them, with Jaina unsurprisingly beating Zekk in the round.

If he wasn't able to get the hang of using the meld to his advantage when the connection was still strong between them, well, it's too late for Zekk now.

nita_callahan

[OOM: Last night, Nita eventually makes it over to the House of Arch.

Where she is promptly tackled.

Rated K for Kids are Kewt.]

watching_you

Veronica is in the bar, cozied up in a booth.

She's eating a slice of pie, one small bite at a time. For better or worse she does seem a little distracted, which is good news if you're the mooching type.

The pie is strawberry-rhubarb, in case you were wondering.

Current Mood: thoughtful

beautiful_ann

Know how to make Ann Darrow mad?

Well. You could try having these be the first things she sees upon entering Milliways.

Ann has claimed a table and a cup of coffee and is staring at a stuffed animal with murder in her eyes. Carl Denham should be watching his back.

prone-to-panic.livejournal.com

((OOM: Still in the Dreaming, after Archie faces down his worst nightmare, he faces a different sort of challenge entirely.))

bloody-awful.livejournal.com

John's back in the bar after being outside at the stables.

He comes up to the Bar and asks, "Bar luv, I need a pair of boots, can you help?"

On the bar appears a pair of Wellingtons, as well as a detailed and extensive bar tab. John looks at the boots and groans. He looks at the bar tab... and his jaw drops. He scrambles in his pockets and comes up with a couple of Euros. He puts them on the Bar and says, "I'll have to get back to you on the rest, luv."

He sighs and goes to a table and sits down. He pulls a pair of dice from his pockets and calls out, "Anyone for a game of craps?"

twoeyesonthesky.livejournal.com

Quinn didn't feel much like sleeping last night, so he spent most of the dark hours out by the lake, watching the sky. Morning was for exercising Ross, and for mucking out his stall. Like as not he's paid off the debt for those seeds by now, but it helps him feel better to have something to do.

For now, though, he's inside, and he's got lunch. And he's drawing London again, as a twelve-year-old boy saw it long ago- the bits under construction, the parts you saw from half-dug tunnel entrances.

Not the entrances themselves, mind you. Too many memories. But the rest, yeah.

that-valentine.livejournal.com

It would be unusual, would it not, for Valentine not to have a decanter of red wine by his elbow, and a spare glass? However, he does not.

Fear not, he has port, today.

jackdriscoll.livejournal.com

Jack is sitting at the bar, writing, a plate of french fries at his elbow. Yes, he's disregarding his health. He's been doing it all week, really.

Silvia, meanwhile, is sitting at a table, looking like she just breezed in from the U.N., which she has. In front of her sits a salad, half-eaten, and a bottle of water. Her view of these food items is blocked by a copy of the New York Times.

prone-to-panic.livejournal.com

((OOM: After Archie's duel on the hilltop, he manages to make his way back to Milliways. Only not.))

Warnings for lots of angst.

slayer_fray

Ityme: One Slayer. considerably tanned by Haddyn standards, maybe not so much by Milliways standards.

Someone's been on their first beach holiday in... well, ever. Someone got burned despite that someone's culturally acquired aversion to the sun.

Thank god for Slayer healing. Otherwise someone might be as burned as a certain ex-turtle, who's upstairs feeling sorry for himself.

Shouldn't've tried to bask, really.

Anyway, Mel. Bar. Mickey Mouse ears over the top of a huge bright pink stetson, big chocolate milkshake, humming Hakuna Matata, with a holdall at her feet.

She probably brought you something back.

symbiote-venom.livejournal.com

~~Venom~~ Anthony is sitting at the bar, his little legs dangling over the edge of the seat. He sips a glass of chocolate milk through a silly straw, looking as young and innocent as ever.

His clothing has changed somewhat. Red shirt and blue shorts have been exchanged for black clothing of the same kind. The white spider symbol on his shirt, big enough to cover his entire (if tiny) chest, gives away his true identity to those who have a keen eye.

At first glance, he is but a happy little child, perhaps four or five years of age, sitting by himself. Closer inspection and a knowledge of what to look for reveal a certain intensity in his gaze and a surprisingly malicious air to his very presence.

[ooc: So, Anthony, as some might have guessed, is quite simply Venom in disguise. If you want details for any reason, feel free to ping me. Tags are welcome from anybody, so long as you are ready to deal with a little monster. Literally. But don't worry, he'll be good! :D]

jediwarriorgirl.livejournal.com

Tenel Ka comes straight into the bar, without making her usual stop outside, and sits down in a booth with a glass of iced tea.

oldromansaint.livejournal.com

Santino emerged into Milliways, in his usual garb, once again with hair cut woefully short. He'd begun to almost take a liking to this look once again, having turned back to his traditional style some years back. His tastes were always flux.

He sat at a table, opened his mind a little and let thoughts roll over his conscious from the external world. Interraction was most certainly welcome.

prone-to-panic.livejournal.com

((OOM: Another wrong door.))

Warnings for lots of angst.

jaded-jedi.livejournal.com

Mara's in the bar...sipping at some elba water. Having handed off three hundred credits to Samantha to entertain Ben at Disneyland, she's finding herself a little low on cash.

So elba water. And crackers. And a trashy magazine. That's telling lies about everyone in her family. She finds them funny. She mocks it.

Come and poke.

lastczarnian.livejournal.com

Lobo enters the Bar. He is a mess of bullet holes, singe marks, and blood. Some of it is even his.

You all people who for a reason or another, dislike him? He does definitely not look your way, nor reacts to any bad faces.

The Main Man heads upstairs, and comes back a half hour later, showered clean, and grinning. Damn good mood.

You all people who for a reason or another, dislike him? He does definitely not look your way, nor reacts to any bad faces.

Lobo takes a seat at the bar, receives an ale, and drops a roll of credits to pad up up up his tab again. Then he watches the people, still acting like the ones who dislike him are not there, and thus, its likely that the bar seems very empty to him. Care to find out?

guppy_sandhu

Guppy is sitting at a table near the infirmary, eating a large cheese and mushroom baguette. It might be lunch, or dinner. Or possibly breakfast.

The doctor is in

shufti

Young teen with a baby, sitting by the fire.
Jack has been fed, bathed and sorted out, so it's time for a little game of 'Where's my nose?'

He seems to be enjoying it, probably more because of the tickling and silly play than because he actually understands the game. So does Shufti in fact, because really it is more fun when he's giggling and not screaming his head off.

Why not come join them?

prone-to-panic.livejournal.com

((OOM: Yet another.))

Warnings for lots of angst, talk of violence.

sanguimmuno.livejournal.com

He enters slowly. He takes a long look around, analysing every detail.

He was hoping he would end up here, he had even tried a spell.

After all, Salazar Slytherin has his promises to keep.

Not to say he wouldn't mind the company of certain others.

He takes a seat at the bar and orders a glass of wine.

clumsy_auror

[OOC: Death precedes the dawn.]

Warning for violence, and... well. Death. Event millitimed to this morning; reactions throughout today.

stuck-mynock.livejournal.com

Today, Atton is not reading tentacle porn. He is quite relieved by this.

Once more he's sprawled in a booth, reading a datapad and picking at a bowl of cookies. His reading material seems much less disturbing today, as he is grimacing a lot less.

young_tmriddle

OOM: After the events in the early morning hours, death has prevailed

OOC: Warnings for Voldemort and white text. Enough said.

human-magnet.livejournal.com

Magneto strides through the door. This time, his abrupt millilocation earns only a slight raise of one eyebrow and a muttered, "Some day I'll figure out why it picks these times to pull me away." Then he continues into the bar itself.

He orders a pot of Adams Family Farm Afternoon Tea and some cucumber sandwiches, before retiring to the couch before the fire.

god-among-bugs.livejournal.com

Pyro is sitting at a booth in the Bar. It has a good view of the window showing the End of the Universe, and that might be why he hasn't moved from that spot for about a week. He's been focused mainly on the goings-on in the window, so don't be surprised that his personal hygeine is a little lacking. Sometimes, he wishes he had his old lighter, since the reassuring weight and swish-click might be reassuring in what he still considers a very strange situation... and for a mutant, that's saying something.

Come talk to him, if you'd like.

angela-edmunds.livejournal.com

True to her word, her mother has not left Angela's side since she got back. Niether of them slept at all well the night before, and of the two of them, Angela got the most sleep.

In fact, Kim watched Angela all night long, watching for signs of nightmares or...anything else.

Angela is glad that her mother is back, but she's so very ashamed of herself and still very depressed and frightened--though for different reasons this time.

Kim is also very afraid, and she can barely take her eyes off of Angela. She isn't talking very much.

The two of them are very quiet, niether of them wanting to hurt the other more than they already have.

Kim reaches over to touch Angela's hand every so often, and Angela turns her hand up to squeeze hers briefly before letting go.

[OOC: tag one or both of them. They're both sort of quiet, but the muns would love company!]

underwater-owl.livejournal.com

Pleased, tired, and in need of a relaxing evening, Random of Amber has slipped into the bar once more.

Cheerfully clutching a scotch, he settles into a booth where he can sit and keep an eye on things. There's no place better for people-watching, after all.

It's Milliways.

prone-to-panic.livejournal.com

((OOM: Another door, another surprise.))

Warnings for lots of angst, and talk of violence.

pure-ebony.livejournal.com

Bellatrix is smiling when she walks in.

And she doesn't stop smiling for a moment when she sees where she is, not even a flicker.

mollyprewett.livejournal.com

Molly is sitting at a table with her journal, catching up on a lot of things. Her last week has been eventful (and longer than usual), and she's still working to get all of her thoughts down on parchment. However, she needs a break, and is looking for a waitrat to order a pot of tea.

Would you like to join her for a cup?

She is completely unaware of future wizarding world DOOM, and would probably give you a o.O look if you asked her about it.

bloodyrockgod

Charlie is curled up in the furthermost corner of a distant booth, looking at a photograph.

The hood of his sweatshirt is drawn up over his head. This is not a good thing.

milliways_sawyer

After the last person has gone, James gathers up the gifts and walks to the door, quietly thanking whoever for the chance to have one last drink here. Now, though, it's time to get back to Claire.

The door clicks shut behind him.

not-one-drop.livejournal.com

And Mal is...in the bar.

Ish.

Still, she's making her way slowly to the fire, stopping every few paces to sink heavily into a chair or booth. One hand is pressed to her chest, and her breathing is tired, laboured.

Is she sitting in your booth?

blue_ajah

She has spent the afternoon working in her upstairs study, but a lingering touch of headache has finally driven her into the bar. Moiraine is carrying her notebook and a few papers with her, however, and shows every inclination of continuing her studies in the corner booth yet again this evening.

After obtaining tea, of course.

prone-to-panic.livejournal.com

((OOM: The return journey seems to be longer than the entire rest of the Quest, for all he stays in almost the exact same place.))

Warnings for lots of angst, talk of violence.

rigthegames.livejournal.com

The door to the lake opens.

Their entrance is preceded by the smell, the heavy cloying tang of copper, and then Sands and Mal are in the bar. He is, at this point, half-carrying her, and they are both covered in blood (whose, is hard to say).

Just in case there’s any doubt about what happened, there is a scarlet-stained knife in Sands’ hand and a gaping wound in Mal’s chest.

Sands, bloody-faced, looks around the bar and, slowly, begins to grin.

[ooc: Please to be reading backroom post before tagging.

~~Mun has to disappear for an hour or so. Will pick up any tags on return.~~ Back!]

young_tmriddle

Door asked Tom if he wasn't ready to take a break and head for home after he lost his temper with an utter berk of a preist at the Temple of Mithras. If he'd not gone pompously on and on and on about portents and fate, it wouldn't have been nearly so bad.

Now he's in the bar, and in an awful mood, what with the news from the morning.

He needs a scotch and the assurance that 'Dora is back home.

tibetanmethod

[After information and and subsequent disappearance.

Dale Cooper, with a bandage on his head, stands at the bar.

He stands there for a long moment.

Then he gets coffee and sits at a table.

[See back room post here.]

gorlim.livejournal.com

[OOM: GORLIM SMASH!!! - Warnings for violence (bloody), spiders (many), but no kinky sex this time (sorry).]

The door opens. The man who steps through -- slowly, but sure of his step -- is covered in mud, leaflitter, fresh blood, and some sort of slime that smells unspeakably awful. It's a smell you never forget, though: those who have encountered it before will know it without pause. Spiders. Strands of white fibre cling suspiciously in his hair and cloak.

There was most certainly a battle. And despite the blood, from the look on his face, he won.

Gorlim passes through the tables and to Bar, who instantly delivers a glass of apricot brandy... and a bar of soap. Gorlim picks it up and LOOKS at it for a moment or two, then laughs.

"Thank you, my lady. I shall get cleaned up directly, as soon as I finish my drink."

[ooc: OOM is part of Suit of Swords plot, but bar entry is open to all!]

female-were.livejournal.com

Raina is curled up on a couch comfortably. She's wearing a black skirt that pools around her because her legs are curled under her. Her head is bent, making a nice auburn curtain around her face as she reads. There's a glass of wine balanced on the arm of the couch, though she hasn't actually touched it in some time. Must be a good book.

Feel free to poke her out of the realms of fiction.

- - - -

On the other side of the bar over in a booth is Elizabeth. She's eating popcorn and people watching. She could be doing something else, as her laptop is sitting on the table as well. But she hasn't done this in ages, and so has decided that it's well past time to do it again.

So, if she's staring to hard or something, feel free to tell her to stop.

tibetanmethod

[Out of Milliways, and...not really in Twin Peaks at all:

Harry Truman is very busy, yes. Dale Cooper in Twin Peaks is not so busy.

Dale Cooper in the Black Lodge is very busy indeed.]

middle-name-s.livejournal.com

[Out of Milliways and into Twin Peaks:

It's Chinese for I want to die.]

prone-to-panic.livejournal.com

((OOM: More and more. Will it ever end?))

Warnings for lots of angst, talk of past violence.

clumsy_auror

It's a chilly night in London. Clear, but chilly.

So perhaps it's not a surprise that Tonks is wrapped in her magical cloak, as she steps into the bar; what's a bit surprising is that she doesn't take it off once she's inside.

Her eyes are red-rimmed, skin pale.

It's been a long day.

[OOC: Probably not the best day to be meeting Tonks, if you haven't already. Massive apologies, but she's not at her best just now. :/]

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

As soon as she walks in, he knows.

Bar is good about things like that in general, and she's extra-good today. She knows, and she's scared, too.

Bernard decides that even though it's past Anthony's bedtime and approaching Sunny's, they'll go see her out in the bar tonight. So, it's a slow-moving crew that approaches the tired auror.

cywyllog

Cywyllog sighs when she enters the bar tonight, but she resigns herself to a short visit. She obtains a cup of tea and curls up in an armchair by the fire.

It's not long before she's almost half-asleep, tea forgotten.

gone_byebye

Ray cleared away the stacks of papers a while ago and got himself dinner, but he really only had half a heart for it. Now he's got something much more interesting: a selection of Tinkertoys, pick-up sticks, toothpicks, chewing gum, and garbage bag twist ties, along with bags of different lengths of wire wrapped in different colors of insulation. He's got.. well, something... half-constructed in front of him, and is staring at it moodily with his elbows on the table and his chin on his forearms.

that-valentine.livejournal.com

Valentine. Table. Paper and pen, odd looking instruments. Chalk. Determined look.

it_has_teeth

In the lake, something is stirring.

Or more specifically, someone.

Ed cuts through the water smoothly, the stark white of his fin silhouetted sharply against the night sky.

He makes very little sound.

creator_raven

There is a quiet thump as Raven drops from the rafters and into a booth.

He wrinkles his nose at the empty table, then looks around in vain for a waitrat.

He is hungry.

Eventually he will make the necessary effort to get food.

Even if it's only convincing other people they want to get some for him.

mnt_raph

*Visible. At Bar. On Duty.
Another day in the life of a Milliways Bouncer*

un_fallen

Raguel enters carefully and a little more slowly than usual, the slight limp in his step more pronounced as he walks stiffly to the bar and takes a seat. He looks rather disgruntled as he flips through the pages of a file folder, apparently not actually reading a single one of them.

The edge of a dark bruise on his shoulder is just visible at the collar of his shirt.

Current Mood: frustrated

fire-of-mahal.livejournal.com

Gimli has been doing far more fancy-work of late than he ever thought he might, but it is finished now and he wishes to celebrate. Thus, when the Dwarf enters the bar, he does not even wince once at having to scramble up onto a human-sized stool to place his order.

Though he does let Bar choose the brew in question, since surprises often prove profitable in the realm of alcohol.

river_meimei

River is stretched out on the floor in front of the fire, propped up on her elbows. In front of her are several sheets of colored paper and a pile of chalks; she's drawing, carefully and with intent concentration.

Every so often, she looks up across the room. Sometimes she focuses on something, or seems to; sometimes she just stares at the middle distance. Mostly, though, she keeps her attention on her work.

song_tra_bong

After talking to Gorlim, Mary Anne was in need of a shower and a change of clothes. Thusly, she is back in the bar, hair still damp and no longer smelling of spider slime.

She has a seat at a table and is enjoying another glass of sangria, rocking back in her chair as she watches the room.

[ooc: WARNING--the thread with Ruin contains discussions of sexual behavior, discussions of violence, discussions of violent sexual behavior, actual violence, actual sexual behavior, and actual violent sexual behavior. Read at your own discression. Thank you.]

princejonathan.livejournal.com

Jon walks into the bar and looks around warily. He doesn't spot Josiane, and breathes a sigh of relief. He walks over to the bar and orders his usual glass of ale, seating himself and looking interestedly at the people around him.

mogget_cat

(OOM: Sometimes at night, people can't sleep, even in Milliways. So they go for a midnight snack. Sometimes, like this time, more than one person has the same idea. But, if anyone brought it up, Yrael and Mercutio would both say they thought of it first. So childish. Millitimed to sometime within the past three weeks.)

twoeyesonthesky.livejournal.com

Quinn was outside for a time after dinner. He's back inside now.

It might be a while before he goes near the lake again, if the squelchy wetness of his footsteps and the lingering look of something like distress are anything to deduce about.

prone-to-panic.livejournal.com

((OOM: The worst is yet to come.))

Warning for lots of angst and some violence.

anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com

Anthy's nowhere near any buses.

She's sitting at the bar, slowly consuming the contents of a large bowl. The bowl itself is decorated with enamel octopi, all of whom are waving cheerily.