milliways_bar | Apr. 27th, 2006

Apr. 27th, 2006

One of the things to remember about River is that she's on a lot of medications. There's no one cocktail of drugs that her system won't eventually begin to break down; every so often the dosage of one or another has to be changed, or one drug switched for another.

And drugs have side effects.

They're minor, mostly -- it's taken two years and more of trial and error, but these days her meds mostly work and the side effects are mostly small, and she's used to them. But Simon increased her dose of psilupallobromide three days ago, and it takes some time to adjust.

This is why River is curled up in an armchair, wrapped in a serape, and looking faintly queasy. And sullen.

Simon and Kaylee are on vacation for a few days in the house Dream gave them, off in another world; Simon comes back twice a day to check on River, and Kaylee doesn't come back at all.

This is why River is looking even more sulky than she would for just the nausea.

Approach with care.

yuppie-trash.livejournal.com

[Out of Milliways: Patrick Bateman entertains some company. Warnings for violence, blood, and talk of The Who apply.]

gone_byebye

[OOM: The search continues in New York. It does not go well.]

timsbooks.livejournal.com

His feet are up on a table, his mind elsewhere. He's still got all the roleplaying books stacked around him, and copious amounts of notes. And, there is, of course, the customary Mountain Dew.

But he's worried. He's intent on doing this, but still... doesn't know if it's exactly wise.

song_tra_bong

[oom: things fall apart

ooc: sometime after these two have gone upstairs...]

Mary Anne walks in through the front door. People who haven't seen her around much lately might assume that the bruises she's wearing were picked up at home. She's content to let them think so, or would be if she spoke to any of them.

She walks to the bar, movements just vaguely off, and rests her back against it.

She's watching the room with a thousand-yard stare. There's someone she's looking to find.

[ooc: plotlocked, say thankya.]

ncdcas-cable.livejournal.com

Nathan sits at a table, humming.

As he hums, to the rhythm of his hum, animal crackers are dancing around the table.

He is eating a normal steak and eggs breakfast with coffee. Innocently, almost.

spooky-shrink.livejournal.com

[oom: It's happened before, but, to Malcolm's surprise, it's happened again. And now he's starting to think maybe his visits with beloved ex-wife, Anna, won't be ending quite as quickly as he was afraid they would.]

k_in_black

[ooc: Agent K returns to MiB to see the results of their trans-dimensional scan for the missing Ray Stanz, only to find there's nothing to report.

Or almost nothing, anyway....]

futures_of_ash

Where else would Rachel be but on the lake? She hasn't been in for two, maybe three days now...she's not as bad off as she was, though flame still licks past her lips every other breath or so...

Someone should tell her to eat breakfast.

amanda-darieux.livejournal.com

Amanda's in the bar and she seems to be looking for someone or something. She starts off looking by the fire and makes her way around the bar. Looking under tables and every once in a while glancing worriedly at the back door.

It seems she has managed to lose a naked man in milliways.

eldorne-girl.livejournal.com

[the last week or so of Delia's afterlife has proven to be very, very interesting and not, ultimately, in a good way]

[bewarned, then, those who might wish to talk to her. The lady is annoyed, and prone to snapping]

[this is not to say, however, that she doesn't want to talk to people, merely that the bitch!risk factor has gone up]

[dramatically]

Current Mood: bitchy

tea-and-honor.livejournal.com

Fox in the bar.

Not on the Bar, but seated at it. She's laughing at some joke she's telling herself and, in general, having a good time.

Which doesn't mean she doesn't want to share her good time.

necessary_child

Sam Linnfer inna bar. He has a long, thin package propped up beside him, slightly shorter and thicker than a pack of golf clubs. He's got a large mug of coffee at his elbow, and is eating cereal and reading a book in a language that when in Europe he calls a form of Hindi and when in Asia Scandanavian runes, regardless of the fact that it's neither. Every so often he turns and flicks his head to where the Door is, apparently checking that it's still there.

Now UnBound, and having returned to the Bar simply by walking out of the door of his flat and concentrating very hard, Sam's in a very good mood. Come bother the Immortal.

ton-phanan.livejournal.com

So, no more sprawling for this pilot, oh no.

He's actually sitting up, eating a big plate of fried hawkbat eggs and nerf-sausages. He has toasted flatbread, too. And caf. Lots and lots of caf.

He mops up the last of the food with a piece of flatbread, then sits back with a sigh as he pushes the plate away.

He thinks he might be getting the hang of this place...

Come prove him wrong?

Current Mood: content

mommywitch.livejournal.com

Piper’s asleep by the fire again. She’s been sleeping for quite a while.

Her sleep doesn’t seem to be as peaceful as it was before. Her face is clinched; she’s hugging herself loosely and moving restlessly.

All of a sudden her eyes fly open, she gasps and pulls herself upright. "Leo."

Her hands hide her face for a moment, then she runs them through her hair.

She stares into the fire.

gone_byebye

[OOM: The Egon of Ray's world hasn't given up. He just has his own ways of searching.]

slayer_fray

Mel is out in the lake. Swimming it. In the buff. Nothing new here.

Except for the fact that she's swimming more slowly. And her face is red from the effort. And she's flagging after just a little over one lap. Her body just isn't doing what she's always been used to demanding of it.

But she's determined to make it two, at least.

Maybe one and a half.

gravity_shifter

Sikozu is perched up in the rafters, legs swinging idly and occasionally sipping a chocolate milkshake.

She has always thought the view was better from up here, and today is no exception. Besides, people watching is a vitally important task, especially with all the newcomers.

Don't mind the dust trailing down below. It's nothing personal.

amanda-darieux.livejournal.com

Amadna comes out of the cells and walks up to the bar. getting a piece of paper and a pen she writes a note.

( Asar-Suti )

The letter is absorbed into her surface and Amanda goes back to searching for the nimp.

not-one-drop.livejournal.com

Mal, dressed in her uniform, hair short, back straight, walks over to Bar, and places four notes on her surface.

( Shufti )

( Lawrence )

( Mina )

And, with much crossing out and blots;

( Sands )

And then she walks over to the door, and leaves. She'll be back when everyone is safe.

scion-of-amber.livejournal.com

The door to Milliways is a funny thing, really. Often, it seems to open of its own accord. As it does now to allow Fiona to stumble in.

Literally stumble, as if someone had hit her and she was in the process of falling. And given the red mark on her small, fine-featured face...

Her feet are torn and bleeding, and she looks utterly exhausted, so unlike most other people when they stumble she ends up on the floor. Hands and cheek pressed against the ground, Fiona just lies there, her breathing ragged and verging on crying. The princess is covered in scratches from running through the Mirror Arden, and her once beautiful lavender gown is half undone, badly torn, and stained with dirt and blood.

A lot of blood.

[ooc: people can react if they want, but because the mun's brain can't cope with coordinating, this is kinda plot-locked. And eta warning of incest within thread]

missginnytonic.livejournal.com

She walks in the bar looking around trying to see if there is any one she knows.. she walks to the bar to get a butter beer.. before she walks around for some one new to talk to.. anyone can come talk to her too she's feeling friendly

randomsbastard.livejournal.com

Martin wanders in from outdoors, a wooden case under his arm.

He probably won't talk about the case.

And then he goes to Bar, procures food, and starts looking for a table.

deadirishdemon.livejournal.com

Doyle hasn't been in the bar much. He's teaching again, and when he's not he's with Cordelia, and those two great loves are more than enough to keep him occupied most of the time.

However, there must be lesson plans, and there must be food, and so Doyle is currently at a table with coffee, paradoxes and a whole bunch of papers.

Distractions would be appreciated.

faithful-slayer.livejournal.com

Faith's in the bar, at a table with food and whiskey, hiding from wedding plans.

The idea of being Max's wife is lovely, but the ceremony scares her.

Feel free to come talk - or steal her fries.

goodbyesandusky.livejournal.com

There was one notice in particular that was still on the board, and still had a glittery border that had been added later along with 'no previous experience necessary'

The boy in the picture was perched over in one of the booths, sewing machine on hand, though still for the moment while he did detailwork with a string of gold braid on what might have been a handbag and might have been some sort of slouch top.

Go on, you know you've always wanted to be a model.

thelastearthman.livejournal.com

There's a series of soft beeps coming from one of the booths near the observation window. As he often does when he doesn't have anything better to do, Arthur's looking through the Guide. If he's not completely back to his old self yet, well.. he's getting there.

Never underestimate the restorative power of tea.

Current Mood: okay

mollyprewett.livejournal.com

Molly is in a booth today with her habitual pot of tea (ready for sharing), and a few books, a few quills and parchment and ink.

She is working on a spell to make the quill write what she is saying without any other help from her.

She's having limited success, but is cheerful about her faliures.

Come say hello or ask what's she's doing or mock her or something!

[ooc: Rated C for Cain, which means that thread contains adult situations, actions and language]

scapepig

[oom: After being arrested after being turned into a man and refusing to wear clothes (amongst other things), Snowball is in the cells.
He'd like company if anyone wants to find him there.
ETA because mun is stupid: And can find a member of security to let them in]

fated-fox.livejournal.com

[OOC and belated OOM: The morning following this.]

Hale walks into the bar, Kya at his heels.

And heads over to Bar.

In his hand is a ( note ), which he leaves for the owners of the bar.

That done, he orders a honey brew and goes to sit down, sipping at the warm liquor thoughtfully.

almost-arabian.livejournal.com

Lawrence is sitting at the fire with a hot cup of tea, curled up in a blanket.

It is quite possible that he is sulking over the fact that Mal's gone home and he's got considerably less people to cuddle with.

But he will not say that, naturally. At least ... not the cuddling part. But go ahead, prod him.

guppy_sandhu

There is a Guppy, at the bar, with a large stack of incident report forms next to him.
Since there was an incident in reception yesterday that involved thirty patients, eight members of staff, two security guards and forty armed riot police, there's a lot of paperwork to go with it.

Which is probably why he is only writing out four or five differently worded forms then asking bar to make a couple copies of each, on which he changes the names. And he's not complaining. Mainly because he's just realised that the man who keeps making him do them has got to read two hundred and forty eight of them.

The doctor is in

a-section-8.livejournal.com

There's a man sitting at booth wearing a red plaid frock, with a bright red hat ending in small puffy flowers on either side of his head. Dangling impostor pearl earrings hang from each ear, and a matching pearl necklace drapes across his dress.

In front of him, aside from an expected mug of beer (army man, do you expect any difference?) is a dead chicken. Headless, and feathers plucked. There's also a book - The Complete Idiot's Gude to Voodoo - that had appeared with his drink.

He seems to be in great contemplation right about now.

sorrowfulmisery.livejournal.com

There is a bio weapon sitting in the back of the Bar. She's reading a book. Well, it might be a book or it might be a journal of some sort. Either way she's reading it and has a kamikaze sitting in front of her. Though the drink hasn't been touched.

jack_f_twist

Much as late afternoons pretty much require a cold beer and maybe some food or company, the sky's awful pretty this time of day and so Jack's still outside, sitting up on the top bar of the paddock fence, smoking and watching the clouds roll over the trees and the lake. The breeze is still sort of nippy, cool through the thin material of his shirt, but maybe he revels in it a little.

Kind of a nice day, all told. 'Course, those horses ain't exactly the best company, always.

mnt_mike

[OOM: Mel and Mikey you're the ones.
You make bathtime lots of fun.
Mel and Mikey I'm awfully fond of you!
*squeak-squeak*

WARNING: Millitime in Effect. The events of this thread took place shortly after Pheonix Removal
Rated PG for nudity, suggestive language, and schmoop.]

dragonmelody.livejournal.com

Menolly is sitting in a chair, Beauty (a small golden fire-lizard) upon her sholder, as usual.

Not as usual are the three other fire lizards that have aranged themselves in diffrent places around her. When she came she had three. Beauty, Rockey and Diver. Now Diver is gone and Brownie, and Mimic are here.

Everyonce in a while one of the fire dragons will take a short flight, often disappearing in midair.

Confusion is Evident upon the Harpers Face.

venusadept_2

Felix is at a table, playing chess with one of his Djinn. Three or four others are watching.

Occasionally his opponent will say something along the lines of "Your Tower can't move that way" or "That would put your Mayor in danger from my Adept".

prydeful

No one has died today.

Nothing has blown up today.

No papers (because there are still papers, which makes her think that Emma must be out of her goddamn mind, and the students that are left will rebel) have to be graded today.

Nothing has been set on fire by a still overly-excited dragon daddy today.

Kitty?

Kitty judges it to be a pretty good day, given all that, and looks pretty content as she sits with her coffee and a book.

beyond-therest.livejournal.com

Oral Fixation...a bit. Fucking Cigarettes. I'm off the stupid patch thing cause it's a piece of shit and I've resorted to chewing on straws and ice chips. Cold Turkey. Looking for distractions. I'm sitting at the bar. Rum, huge glass of ice chips, and twiddling my thumbs is horribly boring. Care to help?

lvpd_sidle

Sara and Grissom are in the bar, talking quietly.

Sara is working on a report.

Grissom is working on keeping his daughter's sticky fingers off the report.

Both are botherable.

shufti

There is a tiny baby crying in the arms of a young mum over the other side of the room. It is a soft cry, not one to drill through the head of anyone sitting nearby, but a whining, unsettled cry.

Shufti rocks the baby in her arms, singing to him gently. She looks tired, with dark marks below her eyes. Like a mum of a newborn really.

not-one-drop.livejournal.com

[OOM: Mal fights and falls.]

A door opens, and Mal stumbles through, holding a dagger in front of her, eyes wild, what look to be acid burns on the sides of her mouth. She's naked except for a red cloak, stained by blood and bile, wrapped tightly around her torso.

It's been not quite a day for Milliways. It's been two weeks for her.

She stops, and stares, glaring aorund at the barm then turns back to the door, grabbing at the handle.

It doesn't open.

She growls, and attacks it with her dagger, then with fists, hurling herself at the unmoving stone door with fre in her eyes. By the time she slumps to the ground, exhausted, he's crying and laughing at the same time.

Not hiding, this time.

kitchen_maid

Amy sits, absently fidgeting with one of her necklaces and not reading the book open on the table in front of her. It's sort of the picture of mild distraction.

There's been a lot to think about this week.

Company? Would be marvelous.

doc-lecter.livejournal.com

Doctor Hannibal "The Cannibal" Lecter walks into the bar. He pauses at the step and closes his eyes, letting his senses other than sight take in the world around him.

Then he proceeds to the counter, not a care in the world.

politestpirate.livejournal.com

Wellard, at his usual table with a view of the Observation Windows, books and papers spread out before him. They are being ignored at the moment- the british officer is either lost in thought or dealing with a headache. Or both.

angela-edmunds.livejournal.com

Angela is in the bar, looking relaxed and happy for once. She's borrowed a friend's copy of Pablo Neruda's poems, and is reading.

And daydreaming too, which is the primary thing that writers do. Besides write, that is.

She would love company!

just_the_doctor

Word Problem time!

Time Lord + tea + Observation Window = Contented Time Lord (solve for tea)

He hasn't seen Rose since they got here, but he's not surprised. Between there being so much for her to see and people for her to meet, and the fact that she's probably loving the time not cooped up with him, he's not actually expecting to see her for a bit. And that's okay. Because there's still a few people here that he hasn't caught up with since returning, either.

(Not to mention, one or two things that he doesn't want to have to tell her just yet, anyway.)

lvpd_sidle

At some point during the day, Sara and Grissom had left for Las Vegas.

Sara returns through the front door, looking exhausted, irritated, and vaguely amused.

She orders a plate of paradoxes and takes a seat, snickering every so often.

yuppie-trash.livejournal.com

Patrick sat in a booth looking ~~flawed~~ (his usual. A brilliant blue crisp cotton dress shirt what could be more distinctive? Detailed with a spread collar and traditional French cuffs, with a brightly blue patterned Emilio Pucci imported silk tie. The vivid colors set off against a dove-grey tailored suit.) The jacket folded over beside him on the bench, the tie loosened and the sleeves pushed back, and a few strands of moused hair had fallen astray. He was picking at a few french fries from the McDonald's bag they came in.

He would be worried about his sodium intake, the calories, the quality of the oil, and the freeze-dried potatoes they used. But today it wasn't an issue. In his free hand a Montblanc (writing instrument from Meisterstück collection.) fountain pen was making notes in his day-planner.

twoeyesonthesky.livejournal.com

Quinn spent most of the day outdoors; some days a room full of strangers is just more than he knows how to handle. The knowledge of that smarts in a way he can't quite define- he was a Londoner, once. Throngs of people shouldn't be so difficult to handle. He stayed away, with the horses and the grass and the green, for as long as he could. Only now is he trying to make up for that absence, taking his dinner and his drink and settling down at a table reasonably close to the fire.

He's going to be sociable if it kills him, dammit.

finds-it.livejournal.com

Shut up.

Shut up... right. Now.

I've been looking for this thing for almost a week now and the stupid bloody case refuses to be found. I've never been so tempted in my entire life to use my gift, to open up my private eye, but I knew that if I did, all it would do would be to give those overgrown errand boys from Above and Below another chance to call me up for a pow-wow.

Considering how the last one went, I wasn't really up for an encore.

That being said, conventional methods weren't working. I'd kept the search largely to myself, mostly because I didn't want anyone who knew what was in it getting their hands on the case... but it's looking like I'm going to need help.

Now it comes to: who?

[ooc: sorry for the absence. RL (and allergies) have made me scarce.]

alwaysroomforhope

Robins make absolutely no noise at all, when they don't want to.

It's not quite a Robin that's flitting through the bar now, though. Just a girl, bare feet and tangled hair and a nightshirt, face creased from sleeping and eyes wide and anxious.

The patter of bare feet across the mostly empty bar, and the soft snick of the Door unlocking; a glint of light off the amulet she's clutching, a glimpse of long, stony hallways on the other side, and then the Door closes behind her and the bar goes back to being mostly empty.

middle-name-s.livejournal.com

[Out of Milliways and Into Twin Peaks:

Life goes on. Slowly.]

withamagicword

Billy sits on the floor near the fire, tapping away at his laptop. He is just enjoying himself and not paying much attention to the Bar. A tall glass full of shake sits next to him.

scapepig

A rather subdued and very-nearly-naked-but-not-quite man comes out of the office. He is wearing two palm leaves tied together with a piece of vine to cover his vitals.

He goes over to the fire, crawling on his hands and knees, and curls up in front of it like a cat. Every now and again he coughs.

mogget_cat

*Albino. Impeccable white suit and white fedora. White white white.*

*Well-tuned, well-polished violin.*

*Beautiful music. Rather unnerving. Melodies of desperation and need.*

*Come listen.*

littlegoatfoot.livejournal.com

Tumnus has not been about for some time. Helping manage a country whose beloved monarchs simply vanished one day whilst hunting is a time-consuming pasttime, after all.

It is spring in Narnia, though, and nobody works all the time in spring.

Tumnus trots through the door, blinking as he enters Milliways instead of the stable he'd thought to be entering. He smiles and heads over to the Bar, hooves clopping lightly on the wooden floor.

[ooc: tags may be a tad slow, as I am at work, but considering the lack of work there is right now, probably not too slow.]

latino_menace

Ramon's in a booth, going over some books. Looks to be accounts of some sort - which means he's definitely botherable as he hates all that kind of paperwork. He'll thank you for the distraction. Well, not out loud but the sentiment will be there somewhere.

watching_you

[OOM: Back in Neptune, Veronica makes a phone call to a friend - or, a friend, as he might have been.]

rebelheartalien.livejournal.com

The door opens, and Michael comes in.

There's no immediately obvious reason for the tiredness in his eyes, but it's there anyway.

slayer_fray

[OOM:Note in the Office for Security]

pretty-nagisa.livejournal.com

Black is sitting at a table, smiling, as she bobs a foot under the table with a smile, softly singing a song to herself. She's bored, and seems easily distracted.

Care to pop by and bug her?

agirllost

[OOM: Millitimed to sometime in the last few days: Kim wakes up and is visited by Angela, Behrooz and her Dad. Information is shared, there's some family schmoop, and Behrooz helps Kim come to a realization.]

[ooc: Normal warnings for angst and references to general unpleasant things.]

argyle_princess

This is so not the library.

And if she has to have a recurring dream, does it have to be this one?

Still, she doesn't think she sees anyone she knows, so she steps carefully into the bar, and looks around.

Anyone who's not her drunken ex-boyfriend want to explain to Hannah that this place is real?

moroccofor1year.livejournal.com

*Penny walks in... She has a book in one hand and isn't really looking where she is going. She runs into a bunch of tables, too involved in the book of poetry in her hand to pay attention to where she is at. Please someone get her attention.*

and-far-away.livejournal.com

Sharpe is in the bar again, sans toddler this time.

He's just sitting with a beer and his badge, looking generally content with his world.

rigthegames.livejournal.com

Whatever good mood Sands was in the previous day has long since passed.

He stalks in and slides into the nearest stool, quietly ordering tequila and glancing around the place for any familiar faces. Meanwhile, the glass materialises on the bar, and with it a note.

Frowning, Sands unfolds it. Eyes dart across the paper, flickering with some unreadable emotion, and his mouth tightens slightly.

The note is dropped back onto the bar top and, face blank, he turns his attention to the tequila instead.

[ooc: Mun is on something of an art all-nighter. Thus, reply speed may vary.]

http://users.livejournal.com/_our_king_/

Well here's a face you lot probably haven't seen in a while. It wasn't Ron's fault, really. It was easy to loose track of time when your pushy girlfriend and best mate were busy looking over magical textbooks and looking up things on bits of souls and whatnot. He'd had to spend two weeks in bed because a particularly cranky old grimoire had clocked him on the head and cursed him with purple spots when he'd called it a "musty piece of rubbish." Hooray for Horcruxes and all that--it seems like there was never an end to looking up nasty things in nasty old books when the Dark Lord was involved.

In any case, Ron came down to the bar, now spotless, and actually sat down to eat for the first time in a long while. Steak and potatoes and green beans and lots and lots of gravy. A nice cold beer, too (oh, how he loved being legal).

Ron kept an eye out for the people he knew and any interesting new faces--there were quite a few. He'd stop into the Security Office and nag someone into training him when he was done eating.