milliways_bar | Apr. 29th, 2006

Apr. 29th, 2006

withoutanydoubt.livejournal.com

It had never been uncommon to find Riza Hawkeye on the shooting range, were she not actively needed for some other task. Everyone has one particular thing that they are best at, above all other talents, and such skills need honing. So she had always believed. Of late, however, honing her skills had turned into something of an obsession. Of course, there were those who had always called her obsessive, or occasionally by the more pleasant term 'perfectionist'. It fell out to the same thing in the end.

Either way, it is not entirely without precedent that when she enters, the shooting range is visible behind her. Nor that she smells, ever so faintly, of gunpowder and machine oil.

She stops just three steps inside the door, the minimum necessary for her to check her momentum, to tell her legs what her brain had already recognized: She is not were she is supposed to be.

Her brow furrows slightly, eyes narrowing as somewhere in the back of her mind she instinctively checks corners, exits, avenues of attack and escape, while at the forefront she grasps for any possible way to explain how she'd taken a route more familiar than her own appartment, and ended up somewhere entirely new.

underdarkangel.livejournal.com

Drizzt enters the bar from the lake where he has just completed another exhausting training session.
Finding a stool on the bar he orders a bottle of wine and two glasses. he purs himself a glass and begins scanning the bar to see whos here tonight.

[OOC: I will moving apartments tommorrow and sunday so last chance to thread for a while as I will not have access to my comp for almost a week, feel free to start a thread just be fore warned that i will have to slowtime at some point

gramarye1971

[OOM: After speaking with Wellard, Merriman doesn't stay long in the bar.]

not-death-eater.livejournal.com

Book, book book!

Always, there must be books, there must be more spells.

The one Lucius is reading has some kind of obscure title, and he reads it, back ramrod straight, wand in hand. You never know when someone will attack you.

timsbooks.livejournal.com

Tims got dice.

He's got gaming books too.

You might wanna talk to him.

lovesnotbroken.livejournal.com

Dr. Allison Cameron wanders into the bar and smiles.

"Well, this is a pleasant surprise."

She wanders over to the bar keeping an eye out for friends. She's been away for a while come talk.

gorlim.livejournal.com

[OOM: Rolling green and quiet song - Gorlim wakes up. He and Namo take a bath. Warnings for schmoop and mild adult themes but nothing overly graphic.]

timsbooks.livejournal.com

((Slowtime thread: Important words are spoken.))

ways-lust.livejournal.com

Lust walks down the stairs, an abstracted look on her face. She's pretty sure how she wants to proceed, the pinch coming in executing it. She walks to the bar and runs her hand over the countertop. "Bar? Could I get a second room? Directly above mine?"

There's a pause, then a key appears. Her gaze flicks to the tab board which despite having paid her tab at the beginning of the required period has already risen dramatically. "Don't worry, I'll pay you next time I go home and come back."

She plans to do that frequently. She has a lot of incomplete Stone solution to bring into Milliways.

ten_of_swords

[OOM: Moon Drenched in Blood -- Millitimed to Wednesday night: Ruin and Mary Anne have some outrageous fun. Warnings for intense sexual themes, bloodplay, violence, sex, and the guuaahh that these two tend to make their muns feel when we watch this trainwreck their threads quickly become. ^^]

futures_of_ash

If one were looking for a telepath, usaully she's on the lake. And today, she's not far from it...in fact, she's sprawled near a small fire, hair spilling out into the spring grass like blood. There's a large bowl of s'mores fixings by her elbow, but it seems she's neglected them in favor of watching the smoke rise.

She smiling. It's a nice change of pace.

[Mun is, unfortunately, getting sick...but tags are welcome for great slowtiming]

action-antihero.livejournal.com

[OOM: As of last night, there's a new note on the Security noticeboard regarding Snowball's transformation.]

mollyprewett.livejournal.com

Molly is a bit tired this morning, but cheerful enough. She's got a cup a tea in hand, and a messenger bag at her hip.

She's thinking idly taking a walk around the lake today, and looking for a specific type of flower that Cain had shown her so she could try them in a potion. She'd knocked on his door to see if he wanted to go, but it seems he's already out and about.

So, she is companion-less today, and open to all kinds of adventure...

a-simple-choice.livejournal.com

Jor-El slumps in a booth, feeling feverish.

He is slumped forward, almost hunched over a large cup of some kind of broth, which he is staring at dully. His mind seems a little more clouded and his body feels alternately more alive and more troubled. His body seems to be constantly shivering and hurting and he isn't sure what to make of it.

All he knows this morning is that he is not happy and not well.

not-one-drop.livejournal.com

Mal is back in the bar, after her short absence. Different, now, though. Bright acid burns on her face, hiding shaking hands in her pockets, moving warily, staying in shadow.

When she reaches a secluded booth, she curls up into it, to watch the bar.

Is she watching you?

[ooc: For those who know Mal, and haven't talked to her lately, she's going to react differently then usual. There's two OOMs in her journal to explain.]

lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com

Dream is in the bar, in a less metaphorical than usual state. He is considering the current issues surrounding one of his Dreamers, and possibilities.

Which, honestly, don't look terribly good for him, or the Dreamer, right now. There are, after all, Rules which he can't break.

((ETA: Slowtimes will be in effect starting at 9PST.))

conflictedhero.livejournal.com

Grey Skies

Molly Prewett and Bruce Banner, an unlikely pair of heroes or adventurers, and yet in this adventure, they come together to try to solve a life long dream and walk right into a nightmare. When Molly tells Bruce of her learning of a spell that allows her to travel across any distances, he asks her assistance in trying to eradicate the part of him that is the Hulk. But their mission to his world goes drastically wrong and things rapidly get worse and worse. Only stubbornness and being able to trust one another can save them, but can they learn to trust each other when one of them shares his mind with a series of Monsters?

***

Prelude - Grey Warnings - In which Bruce Banner learns about Molly Prewett's new spell and they hatch a trial run, with complications.

1 - Revelations and Idea!
2 - Darker Days
3 - Trials...
4 - ...And...
5 - ...Errors
6 - Research Return

Part One - Grey Skies Gathering - In which Bruce Banner asks Molly Prewett for help and an earthquake and the Hulk complicate a simple errand to his world

Thread 1 - A Request
Thread 2 - A Leavetaking
OOM 1 - On the Other Side
OOM 2 - A Dark Hole and A Noise
OOM 3 - Disaster
OOM 4 - Double Disaster
OOM 5 - Re-Awakening

fifth-of-four.livejournal.com

Ronnie Soak is in the bar, at a table. Around that table are many sorts of ice cream. Some flavors are obvious. Some are not. He seems to be tasting them all.

Perhaps he could use some help?

underwater-owl.livejournal.com

Random of Amber is back in the bar. Looking tanned, like someone who happens to be living in a hot country at the moment but still wears sunscreen, due to an alarming tendancy to go pink.

That aside, he's back, and sitting cross legged and barefoot in an armchair, reading a newspaper in Portuguese.

And smiling. He's definitely smiling, even though he only looks half awake.

shaped-jeedai.livejournal.com

Tahiri is mad.

And on the lookout for pilots. Specifically, Wes Janson or Corran Horn. Because the word is that their prank war almost killed somebody, and that is Totally Not Cool.

She's got a lightsaber.

She may even have a half-starved Yuuzhan Vong creature or two in one of her jumpsuit pockets.

Beware.

gondolin-noble.livejournal.com

It is spring in the valley, and that means many things - the snow has melted into the streams and rivers, flooding them, the trees and flowers and shrubs are all green and growing, the birds are returning from the southern lands, the days are longer and warmer...

And this year's foals are being born.

This explains to some degree why Glorfindel shoulders his way into the bar wearing a simple short-sleeved tunic and loose trousers, his hair tied back without the usual elaborate braids. He does not understand why, even after all these centuries, why the hardest births must take place when most folk are trying to get some sleep. A quick scan of the bar shows neither frosty Vala or bewildering cousin, so he decides it is safe enough to catch a quick nap on one of the couches by the fire. At least here, he has a chance of a few un-interrupted hours.

twostandingby

Tycho has no idea what time it is when he gives up on sleep and makes his way down into the bar. All he knows is that he doesn't particularly want to be in the room anymore. Thus, there is a pilot leaning on a table with 1.) a hand wrapped around a steaming mug of caf, 2.) hair in wild disarray, and 3.) bare feet tucked under him in the chair. He looks like tired, composed hell. Feels like it, too.

jedipilot.livejournal.com

To add to the collection of Star Wars pups in a bar this lovely afternoon, there is a Jaina sitting at a booth with a glass of blue milk and slices of bluefruit and bread. It's a small brunch, but not a bad one.

There's also a magazine and a datapad on the table in front of her - Coruscant Celebrity. Mara had left it behind a couple of days ago on Jaina's request, and right now, the young Jedi is busy making furious notes on it.

Kriffing journalists.

the-silver-lady.livejournal.com

An Elf is gazing out at the never ending destruction, her singing quiet for the moment.

Try as she might, Celebrían cannot see beyond what is shown.

bohemian-mark.livejournal.com

"You were flirting, Joanne, admit it."

"I was not flirting, Mark. You of all people should know that much."

Joanne and Mark come into the bar, cheerily arguing with each other.

"Honey, I know this act..."

"Don't even -start- that one with me, Mark. I'm not dancing through the bar at the end of the universe while you try and convince me that I was flirting."

"Well, you have to admit that she was hot."

"... I'm taking the fifth."

They take a seat at a table, ordering some sodas from a wait rat, and Mark opens a large bag of wierd shit while they keep arguing.

[ooc: Mark's bag of Strange Shit is basically the contents of his junk drawers. If it could concievably be in a junk drawer in 1999, it is probably there. Have at?]

whitest_witch

Jadis, outside again. Enjoying spring. Yes, that's what we said. She had a good reason to keep Narnia in winter all thse years, but it wasn't for hatred of spring, not at all.

So there is one witch wandering the gardens, eyes maybe as soft as anyone has seen them in a hundred years.

agnes_nitt

After a light breakfast of orange juice and a fruit bowl, Perdita heads outside for a stroll around the lake. She harbors no illusions about being able to get Agnes' old body to jog just yet, so she's starting slow, with a walk.

She hopes that years of thinking like a thin girl will help her turn this body into one.

Feel free to come say hello if you know Agnes (or even if you don't).

g-prewett-twin.livejournal.com

Gideon opens the door to the bar and smiles to find himself back at Milliways. He's not sure why this place only appears for him, and not his twin, but he isn't complaining.

He'd been told his sister came here, too... maybe he'd run into her.

In the meantime, he takes a seat at a table, and watches the crowd for signs of anyone he knows, since it seems possible to run into anyone in this place.

Bother at will.

agnes_nitt

A few minutes after Perdita goes outside, Agnes comes downstairs from Jack's room; a satisfied smile seems permanently glued to her face. Her new body is quite... limber, and she and Jack spent quite some time exploring just how much. Needless to say, she didn't get much sleep, but she still feels awake and refreshed.

She starts to order some porridge as usual, but stops and decides on a bowl of fruit instead, which Bar serves up with a glass of orange juice.

Oddly enough, she seems pretty comfortable with the way things work, but you've probably not seen her around before. Might want to fix that.

mouse-shadow.livejournal.com

Buoyed by his many recent new acquantances, Paul moves between fighting stances on the lawn outside the back door. It is morning for him, a finer one than any he's known this side of death. His mind is empty of all but breeze and birdsong, yet his hand holds a blade that has tasted more blood than flows in his veins. He's at peace, for once.

Surely, that ain't right.

Current Mood: bouncy

mollyprewett.livejournal.com

Grey Skies

Part Two - Grey Skies Storming - In which Molly is captured by the government and the Hulk comes to the rescue... but will she want to see this Hulk coming?

OOM 6 - Spy!
OOM 7 - No Hope, No Way Out
OOM 8 - Despair
OOM 9 - Cry Havoc and Hulk!

scapepig

[oom: There is a post in the infirmary for anyone who wishes to visit Snowball. He'll be back in the bar in a few days.]

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

It's mid-afternoon by the time Bernard and Dora are packed, and ready, and the kids are safely settled with Kitty and Piotr. It took twenty minutes of fussing on Bernard's part to even get them halfway to the door.

But they're in the bar proper now, small weekend bags in hand. Bernard posts a note on the bulletin board:

ATTENTION ALL

The Head Barman will be out of the bar for a day or so. Hence, Bar's spell will be off. We trust you'll manage with the tenders and the waitrats to help you.

Don't burn the house down while we're gone, kids.

Bernard smiles nervously and turns to his wife, one hand on Bar. She lifts her wand and murmurs, "Finite incantatum," and Bernard pales just a bit, then hitches his smile back into place.

They stand there, looking at each other for a moment, then Bernard takes Dora's hand, and together they walk out the door.

shufti

Shufti is sitting by the fire, the baby asleep in a carrycot next to her.
She is knitting a tiny little hat out of yellow wool.

countofserenno.livejournal.com

Dooku and Bonzo are sitting at a table, talking about...well, who knows what they're talking about, but there is a small blizzard of paperwork on the table, as well as a datapad, some pens and pencils, etc. Somebody ought to interrupt them.

bartyjr.livejournal.com

Barty hasn't been in the bar much recently. He's mostly been alone or with Morgan.

But today, he's sitting by a window. He's come back in from a walk round the lake, glad that it's getting a bit warmer now.

He is, as usual, reading.

song_tra_bong

[oom: the hollow]

Mary Anne comes downstairs, weighted down with what looks like every piece of gear she owns. The straps from bags and weapons do a fair job of hiding the damage recently done to her neck and shoulders, though the bruise on her face remains.

She has a handful of letters to deliver, but the notice gives her pause. After a moment, she flags down a waitrat. "Can you do me a favor?"

The rat tilts his head, waiting for details.

"I need to get some letters to people. They're regulars, so you've probably seen them around." She lists off the names, relieved when the rat chitters in recognition at each one.

"Perfect. Can you give these to them, when you see them?" She hands over letters addressed to Goldy and Miho, Jack, Gorlim, Random, and Julian.

"Thanks. I owe you one."

When the rat departs, she takes a last look around the bar, then heads for the door.

[ooc: reaction tag if you like, but the lady is leaving and might not answer. Also, responses will have to be slowtimed to billy hell. Say thankya.]

mollyprewett.livejournal.com

Grey Skies

Part Three - Greyer Skies Yet - In which a seemingly mortally wounded Grey Hulk heals and then asks Molly for something... shocking.

OOM 10 - Refuge
OOM 11 - Awakening and Healing
OOM 12 - Offer
OOM 13 - The Next Morning

skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com

It is after her shift, but Svava still has her Security Badge on, if needed. Off-duty just means she is ammending something in the book of Rune Spells she compiled about a year ago, with a cup of hot chocolate near at hand. Also on the table, a calico cat watches the writing pen, and is currently debating if it may be worth the effort to reach over a paw and try to steal it.

tragic_mask

Melpomene: she's back. In black.

Sitting in a bar, brooding, chain-smoking (predictably) and reading a crumpled note. It looks old.

She sighs, and puts it back in her pocket. It's just one of those days...

walker-cain.livejournal.com

[[OOM: The Long Fall - Tired, faced with growing uncertainty and doubtm, unsure of what to do and what to be, Cain contemplates suicide... and then has the decision taken from his hands. Warning for Woe and character near-death.]]

monk-with-mask.livejournal.com

Chichiri enters the bar, sitting down at a booth and producing a long scroll from his hat, setting it on the table and starting to read through it, looking just a tiny bit grumpy about it.

He's deep in thought but he would welcome any distractions.

[~~The mun is off for a little while, but will be back pretty soon and pick up tags ASAP.~~ ~~Back now.~~ And off again.]

corsec-jedi.livejournal.com

Corran. Halmad Prime.

Reading a datapad.

Come bother.

clumsy_auror

[Surf, sun, and sand.]

ten_of_swords

Ruin is in the bar.

He seems... distracted.

Which annoys him.

So, he has his tarot cards out, a spread before him, inspecting each one intently.

valdemars-mage.livejournal.com

Elspeth's body is a cold white statue as she walks down the dark passages of the palace. Kerowyn had called him one of the Cold One's, the people who killed for pay, and to serve their god. But why had he come? More importantly, how had he come?

The corridor whistled as a breeze blew down it. Somewhere behind her were the guards forced upon her by her mother. It was a relief to finaly reach her doorway. Elspeth pauses for a moment, not wanting to enter just yet, releif would not come in the cold of the night. Finally she opens the door with a sigh and steps though.

Her senses alight and she whirls around, the door closing with another breeze, but instead of another assassin she sees only... a tavern? Where was her bedroom?

jusa-littlelion.livejournal.com

He hasn't been out of his room.

He's Afraid that something else would happen. Perhaps this place isn't as wholesome and family friendly as he thought.

But he's here.

Looking around a bit nervously, trying to decide if he wants to eat or if he wants to go back to his room. There are a few people that he recognizes but the majority of the folks in-bar are new faces.

Loud faces.

Gathering up all of his mental bearing, Robbie breathes deep before walking further into bar.

Feel free to introduce yourself. He sure as hell could use comfort.

Current Mood: scared

elvish-hunter.livejournal.com

The Hunter is sulking in a corner.

She's been forced to communicate with waitrats who, in truth, disturb her just a little. They also wanted payment immediately. Not that this is an issue for the Hunter, but it reminds her of the establishments of Men she has had to patronize on occasion.

She doesn't like the memories.

Fortunately, she has food and drink with her, and hopes to forget soon enough.

othercaptjack

Aaaand a little while after the exodus of the Barman and his wife, comes Captain Jack Harkness, cheerfully hungover, and as such, not so much on the observant side.

"Bar, sweetheart? Could I get some water and a couple of alka-seltzer?"

Resounding lack of reaction.

"Hey now, I know I only have myself to blame. But please? At least I didn't ask for hair of the dog?"

... Well. Not the first time he's upset a lady, won't be the last...

"Sweetheart? Did I do something? I promise I didn't mean it, if I did..."

Jack pets the completely non-sentient bar tentatively.

"Uh. Bar?"

mortisbelle.livejournal.com

Serena, Bar, booth, a warm drink, and a book.

Feel free to bug her.

mogget_cat

*There's a white cat asleep perilously close to the edge of the counter. If the cat rolls over, it'll surely fall, poor thing.*

not-like-lilly.livejournal.com

[OOM: July 12, 1996 In which Dumbledore retrieves Harry. Spoilers for HBP, or at least the chapter Petunia was in.]

3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com

Goldy wanders downstairs with a note for Rose Red and some money. However, when she places it on the bar top, the paper and cash just remain there, quite stubbornly. After a frown, the blonde looks around and spots the notice.

"Nice for some."

Evidently, there's no rest for the whoreish.

Having given the money to a waitrat with instructions, she makes an adjustment to the message, folds it and scrawls ( ROSE RED ) on the back in large green ballpoint letters. She then walks over to the noticeboard and stabs a pin through it, fixing it to the cork. Hopefully unmissable.

She doesn't care who reads it. And off she goes, back to her room.

and-far-away.livejournal.com

The front door opens and Sharpe comes in. His sword's on his back, carefully in its scabbard to keep the blade away from little hands.

As he walks through, he swings little Patrick up into the air just to hear the boy giggle.

Come chat with them.

mollyprewett.livejournal.com

[[After this: Part Four - Grey Skies Ending - In which they .
find a way back home.]]

The door to the bar crashes open, and a huge green figure appears, carrying a small redheaded woman on top of a pile of bags and luggage. He is breathing heavily and has signs of several wounds along his form to show he has been through a battle recently. His clothing is utterly in tatters now.

Molly had left Milliways with Bruce Banner several days ago, but is now returning with the Hulk. She is beaten, bruised and nearly broken, and now she is shaking violently at the sight of a place she had thought she'd never see again.

"Please put me down," she tells the Hulk, and gasps and hisses as she hits the floor unceremoniously along with several bags that he's been holding. He looks at her and his eyes are a dull pained green.

"Hulk not like fighting. Hulk sorry nice redhead woman hurt. Hulk go away now."

As soon as his eyes lift from hers the kindness is gone and he growls with barely suppressed rage, simply leaving her there in a heap on the floor, crashing out the back door and disappearing from sight.

Molly can't do anything for the moment but stare off in shock, trembling. Then in a quiet voice, she simply says:

"I'm going to need some help."

justtakesafairy.livejournal.com

Vida is rather startled when the door to her bedroom opens to Milliways instead. She was already bending over to remove her heels when she notices that the floor is not the carpet that she's used to. She looks up and around, then sighs and takes her heels off anyway. Holding them in one hand, she walks in stocking feet up to the bar and orders a glass of white wine.

When nothing happens, she asks again.

"What? Is this one of those 'no shirt, no shoes, no service' deals? I've got the shoes; I've just been in them all day and need a break," she pleads.

Anyone want to direct her attention to the Barman's notice?

conflictedhero.livejournal.com

After This:

At the edge of the forest, a giant green figure lurks, grumbling under it's breath.

As Hulk moves, small deadwood snaps under Hulk's feet. Trees almost bend out of the way as Hulk moves.

Hulk's skin is slowly healing several wounds, bullet holes and burns from the looks of them, and Hulk is not happy. Hulk is almost steaming from anger as he moves through the forest's outer area.

fairest1.livejournal.com

Snow is in the bar again tonight, taking refuge in her old booth with a cup of tea and a good book.

ulfin-kingsman.livejournal.com

Ulfin comes in, his young wildcat riding on his shoulder as usual.

He looks... mildly worried, but no more than that. Plots are ten a penny in the royal court, after all, even if the latest one seems a little more fervent than usual.

He's fairly confident it'll blow over. Sadly, he's wrong.

prettymaids

Drusilla is sitting at the bar. She knew the moment Bar was disconected, and she is stroking the smooth wood and crooning a lullaby to Bar. She's just sleeping, Dru knows. Having a well deserved break.

---

Angelina, having spent a good five minutes trying to get Bar to work before she noticed the sign, is now ensconced comfortably by the fire with a bottle of Butterbeer and a plate of sweet and sour chicken and rice.

---

Helga rarely uses the bar anyway, much prefering to use the friendly waitrats, and is settled in a booth with wine and a plate of what was bread, cheese, and roast beef. The bread and cheese is little more than crumbs, but the beef remains untouched.

snapcrackleburn.livejournal.com

Roy Mustang is, for once, not inside at his customary booth. Rather, he's outside, a large distance away from the lake and the Bar itself. He looks rather pensive, and he's tapping one gloved finger against his lower lip.

It's a very logical process, he decides, and he wonders why he never thought of it beforehand. Zolf Kimbley, the Crimson Alchemist, created explosions using the elements found in human tissues. A gross science, in Mustang's opinion, but also devastatingly effective.

It's Roy's theory that he can reproduce a similar effect without having to have a constant supply of human fuel on hand; he believes that the elements he works with every day, the components of air and his trademark flames, will be wholly sufficient to create a very large bang indeed. To that end, he's decided to put his Bar time to good use by heading out back and experimenting with his hypothesis.

You're more than welcome to watch, but it's recommended that you stand back for the first one, in case things don't go quite according to plan.

One may assume that because Roy is not totally irresponsible, there are safety measures implemented to avoid property and other damage.

pat-rin.livejournal.com

OOC: OOM: Pat Rin updates his logbook after his last visit to Milliways, all the way back in November.

For Pat Rin, it has been approximately a Standard Month since he last found himself in Milliways. He's not lacked for occupation in that time, being very busy preparing for his Clan's move, lock stock and piglet, to Surebleak. All the same, he'd given thought to his next visit to Milliways.

Tonight, then, he has two goals. First, to find out how much time passes in Milliways while he is there, to determine if there is a relationship to how much time passes at Surebleak; and second, to find out if Sheemie has left, and who went with him.

He steps into the room and looks around for help with his two goals.

accessobrian.livejournal.com

Well, would you look at that.

Regardless of whether or not the cosmos are, in fact, conspiring, there's a Chloe.

Watch her cringe a little as she realizes she has to order from a rat!

stuck-mynock.livejournal.com

Atton's resorted to juggling again. It's possible he needs to find new things to keep him occupied. So, he's juggling, and actually paying attention to it and not doing too badly. Every now and then a ball escapes and drops to the floor, though. There's lomin ale and some pie on the table, which he presumably got from some waitrats, and they're both pretty much untouched. He's not paying attention to them, thus leaving them open for stealing.

[Mun has a little less than two hours, after that any threads will need to be slowtimed.]

giftedthom.livejournal.com

*Thom wanders lazily into the bar. He's wearing jeans and a white T-shirt that says Ask me about Turkey! in large purple letters, but no shoes.

He might be looking for trouble.*

leplusbeau

[Upstairs, someone is making up after a long absence.]

give-us-candy.livejournal.com

Remember this notice?

Yeah, it's still there.

And now, the cretins responsible are there too!

Bar hadn't given them any food, so they've taken to gathering bugs from the cracks in the floor, a large bucket set near the Bar for collecting said bugs in.

blue_ajah

Shortly before sunset, Moiraine had come downstairs and gone quietly out the door to the lake. From time to time, a particularly observant or sensitive patron might well have noticed a flicker of golden or silver light near the edge of the building, or by the greenhouse, or at the fringes of the forest.

Sunset had turned into deep dusk, and now night has fallen. The Aes Sedai is still outside, gliding noiselessly over the grass under the dark of the moon. Silver fire sparks from her fingertips as she tests possibilities and considers threads.

Frequently, her gaze flicks upward as she scans rooftops and skies and the branches of trees.

bindsthedragon.livejournal.com

Out in the darkness, a white shape moves.

Kalira has spent most of these last weeks alone and slowly regained some small footing for it. She still shivers at the presence of others and tends to scoot back in her stall in the stables rather than face humans who come in.

She moves carefully in the dark, ears alert for any sound and eyes squinted. She has to concentrate to see and hear normally, for should she let herself slip at all, all she sees is fire and all she hears is a scream that never seems to end.

silver_flecks

There's a tiny robin on a table of the bar.

It's made of ceramic.

It's singing, "The Grand Old Duke of York," and Del's staring at it, head tilted sideways, like it's the most fascinating thing in existence.

Maybe it is.

stubborn-annie.livejournal.com

The door opens; on the other side, a bland, carpeted hallway can be seen. The dark-haired woman who steps through is carrying an overnight bag, large enough for perhaps a week's stay somewhere. It's not until she sets the bag down and turns around to retrieve her key that the nature of the place starts to intrude on her perceptions, and she doesn't even really realise that it's not where she'd meant to go until she looks up, the door clicking shut behind her and vanishing without a sound.

Welcome to Milliways, Annie Wells.

singlesoledjest.livejournal.com

Mercutio asleep on a couch. Come tickle.

un_fallen

Raguel is at the bar, an untouched glass of beer in front of him. He's not exactly there in spirit, judging by the faraway expression on his face, but he's quite willing to be interrupted.

action-antihero.livejournal.com

Jack's sitting at a table, trying to read, but his gaze keeps drifting over to the door. He has the feeling of being pulled in different directions--there are a couple loose ends he has to wrap up at home, but then he feels like he should be here for the current investigation into the prank war. The cons to each scenario come easily for either side: leaving, he might be walking into the arms of the authorities and a pile of trouble, while part of him tries to tell him that he's only part-time, that the rest of Security can handle this. And then there's the reluctance to leave his family so soon after he's gotten two of them back.

So instead, he sits and sips a cup of coffee, trying to keep his attention on a book, and failing.

guppy_sandhu

It has been a long day in Holby. And, it would seem, a wet one, since a draught and large splattering drops of rain come through the door with Guppy.

He shakes off the worst of the wet at the door and heads over to the bar. He spots the sign after the sixth attempt at acquiring tea and asks a nearby rat instead.

Then he squelches over to a booth by the fire and attempts to dry his socks, a slight frown on his face as he contemplates the day's events. Doesn't mean he's not up for conversation, just thinking.

not-only-wisdom.livejournal.com

Nynaeve is downstairs again today, having chosen a table with a reasonably good view of the majority of the bar.

A waitrat, it seems, has very kindly brought her a pot of tea and a plate of fruit, and she is consuming both of them while looking around her with a more-than-faint interest.

She also has a small leather-bound volume on the table in front of her, though it's difficult to tell whether she is reading or merely taking notes.

Or, on occasion, if she is paying any attention to the notebook at all.

no-comb-shep.livejournal.com

Sheppard is in the bar, lounging in a booth with a pad of paper and a beer sitting in front of him. It seems that he's working on a list of things-or was, anyway. The list has degenerated into doodles of a stick figure fight, complete with badly drawn space ships. Despite his lack of artistic talent, Sheppard seems to be absorbed in his doodling-but that doesn't mean he wouldn't be willing to talk.

twoeyesonthesky.livejournal.com

Quinn's been busy today, largely because he had a new responsibility dropped in his lap two days ago. He doesn't mind, honestly, but it's kept him out of the Bar proper. Between that and the horse-work, this is the first he's been down in the bar proper all day.

He's got dinner, and an apple, and he's got every intention of settling himself in over near the fire. Of course, all kinds of things can happen to intention in a place like this.

herald-captain.livejournal.com

Kerowyn is sitting at a table, drinking tea and reading a new book. Need is slung over the back of her chair and a bag is tossed on the chair next to her. Every once in a while she looks up, people watching, looking for a distraction.

bev-marsh.livejournal.com

Beverly's seated at a table, having read the Head Barman's notice and gotten dinner from a waitrat instead.

The yo-yo's tucked into her pocket for now, but might come out later.

3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com

>> April 29th, 2006: The Couple

[OOM: Even in her absence, Mary Anne can stir things up. Last night over pizza, Miho and Goldy discuss their newly acquired 'couple' status. Then negotiate it. Warning for Reality Cuteness™. This is not the smut you are looking for.]

q_in_training

There's a steady stream of clicking coming from one corner of the bar.

Mac, sitting crosslegged in a booth with her Powerbook on the table, is absorbed in sifting through lines upon lines of code. Two white wires trail from her earbuds to the headphone jack; some of whatever she's listening to is leaking out, tinny and distorted.

Her messenger bag's underneath the table. The strap, though, has fallen into the aisle.

Careful you don't get your foot caught on it.

wheelsy_sheriff

Bill has had a bad day. He went back today and it was not good.

Now he's returned to the bar again, still in uniform, and he's looking to continue his original plan from earlier and drown himself in booze. He sits in a booth, waves a rat over and orders a bottle of whiskey and a glass.

He's not in a great mood but maybe talking will make it better. Maybe.

howling_laugh

Coyote doesn't like the wait rats, and they aren't particularly keen on her either.

But she sits at the bar anyway, smoking moodily. She's fairly casual tonight, in faded jeans and a dark blouse. Her hair is pulled back in a loose ponytail, and legs crossed at the ankle.

Her eyes scan the crowd.

awesome_lilly

[OOM: Millitimed to today: Mal and Wash give Lilly a flying lesson. SPOILER: No one dies.

Afterwards, she runs into Jayne and, well, things ~~fade to~~ happen in the black.]

withoutanydoubt.livejournal.com

There is a moment of surprise as Riza finds herself once again within the strange, extradimensional bar. These trips will take some getting used to, and as it is only her second visit, she has not yet reached the point where she half-anticipates finding it at the end of every hallway. Her disorientation fades after that moment, however, and she takes a long, slow look around herself. She had not adequately aquainted herself with her surroundings the last time, and she has decided that tonight she will rectify this. In part, at least.

Of course, a part of aquainting herself with the place will involve aquainting herself with the people. Care to help on that front?

agirllost

Sometime after her ~~fight~~ discussion with Angie, Kim comes downstairs.

She's less wary than usual and is drinking a cup of coffee.

river_meimei

River slips through the door and towards the bar. Her eyes dart around the room as ever, but she seems to be in a decent mood. She's wearing her long brown duster over a sundress in patchwork shades of purple, and tangled hair tumbles down her back.

She settles on a barstool cheerfully, curling her toes around the rungs. "Tea," she says to the air above the bar.

Nothing happens.

River glances down at the bartop, her expectant look fading into a faint frown. "Please," she tries, in case the Bar was commenting on her manners. "Xing ni gei wo yi bei cha."

Still nothing.

She strokes her fingertips lightly across the bar, over the top and down the polished front, and slowly her face fades into sorrowful comprehension. "Okay," she whispers to the bar, bending to rest her cheek against it. "Gonna be okay."