milliways_bar | May. 1st, 2006

May. 1st, 2006

action-antihero.livejournal.com

The door opens, bringing in a hint of the scent of woodsmoke and rain, and Jack Bauer steps into the bar, smiling. After working hard for the last few days, it feels nice to be able to come to the bar just to relax, particularly when he knows he'll likely be able to come and go a bit mroe now.

He's in such a good mood, he's probably not noticing that he's got a few pine-needles stuck to his plaid shirt, and that he's tracking in a bit of mud as he heads for the bar.

Oops.

howling_laugh

[OOM: Millitimed to Friday night, Coyote attempts to teach Raven pop culture by watching a classic James Bond film. It's debatable how much either of them get from this experience.]

simon_doctor

[Way The Hell Out Of Milliways:

For a little over two months now, a wind's been picking up all over the system.

And it touches ... everyone.]

twiststheblade

Outside by the lake, Miho and Goldy are having fun. No, not like that. Honestly, you people. . .

Millitimed to yesterday.

onehoopyprefect

Ford pokes his head downstairs and is happy to see that the bar's up and working again. He gets a slip of paper and a pen from her and scribbles out a ( note for Arthur. )

He let Trillian know when he saw her earlier tonight, so that takes care of everyone.

Ford heads back upstairs to crash for the night. And morning. And early afternoon.

gramarye1971

[Millitimed to Saturday evening, in and out of Milliways:

Merriman, having received a note from Guinevere, replies to her summons and holds a conversation with her out by the lake. Then, shortly afterwards, he carries a message from her to its intended recipient outside Time -- and receives another message to convey in return.]

There is a note for Guinevere, left with the Bar.

awesome_lilly

[Not OOM, but in slowtime, Lilly and Antigone eat cherries innocently enough. Well, it starts innocently enough. Rated I for Innuendo and S for Surprised the hell out of the muns.]

tibetanmethod

[Out by the lake:

It's Clarice Starling's turn for Happy Fun Time with Abbott and Costello.

Who's on first?

Who?

Who?]

prince-arithon.livejournal.com

Considering the skill of Arithon's so-called cooking, he has a moment of not-so-minor panic when the Bar fails to react to his quietly stated order.

Tashka, the rat in the two necklaces, chitters at him and holds up a pad of paper.

With great relief, he orders and slinks to a table where he can wait for food.

Next time, bread!

mouse-shadow.livejournal.com

There is a book of rules, and a puzzled man reading it. To Paul, The Book of Peace from the Mahābhārata makes little sense. Its regulations seem arbitrary, the whims of culture and class prejudice. Lucky thing he's in a good mood again, or he might search out this Yudishthira and have a word with him.

In the mean time, he's having breakfast at the Bar. Nudge him?

kitchen_maid

In light of this conversation, Amy leaves a copy of letter for Caspian with Bar, sends another with an owl to the House of Arch, and takes a third with her as she heads out to the stable, to leave on her brother's desk.

He should get at least one of them.

futures_of_ash

Rachel is inside this morning, for reasons unknown. SHe's building a card house, carefully balancing the small cardboard pieces. Of course, her ideas of structural integrity are questionable, and the cards seem to be a very strange set of Tarot that Bar had given her long ago...

...and somehow, small stones and shells are also part of the edifice...

...and the whole lot is upside down, as is Rachel, on the ceiling...

But, it's a card house. She'll be annoyed if you throw things at it.

amanda-darieux.livejournal.com

Coming in from the front door her clothes are riped and bloody. Her sword in hand she takes a seat at a both setting the sword aside before placing her head in her arms, exhausted.

She wouldn't be opposed to some company.

minatour-kaz.livejournal.com

There is a grumpy Miotaur sitting in front of the fire. He has been keeping a low profile the last few days and has only gotten more and more upset with each passing day as the door still hasn't shown itself to him.

Approach with caution.

mollyprewett.livejournal.com

Molly and Cain had had an interesting night, and had woken this morning a little awkwardly, but relatively well rested.
They made their way down to the bar, and Molly was relieved to find it in working order again, so that they could at least get Cain a change of clothes. She watched in bemusement as he shrugged off the hospital gown right there beside the Bar and, put on a shirt and trousers.

She might have suggested that he go to the men’s toilet to change, but he seemed to not want to be separated from her sight. She simply shrugged, since he wasn’t naked at any point, and ordered them breakfast.

Taking their plates, and leaving him to follow with a tea tray, she got them settled at a table.

[[ooc: Cain and Molly are both available for threading, feel free to approach one or both of them. Just keep in mind that Cain will not remember your pup.]]

ather-fledgling.livejournal.com

There's a vampire on a couch over there. Not by the fire, but on that's a little more shadowed. And, like his icon, he's watching the bar from his lazy post.

He hasn't been in the bar very much, but he's in now. And, if he's staring at you, well there's usually a reason.

conflictedhero.livejournal.com

[[OOM: Nightmares twisted in the Darkness - In which Joe Fixit influences Bruce's nightmares and makes him 'remember' something that drives him awake with horror. Warnings for violence, semi-graphic sex, violent sexuality and lots of lies.]]

henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com

[OOM. Indy and Mel in the kitchen this morning. Indy's good news is shared, as is Mel's worrisome news. Cute bonding occurs.]

a-simple-choice.livejournal.com

[OOM: The Sickness Worsens...]

Jor-El walks unsteadily down the stairs and slumps at the Bar on a stool.

"Bar... something gentle on the stomach please? and some water?"

A bowl of soup and water and bread appear.

"Thank you, my dear. Thank you."

He slumps there and eats, slowly, looking miserable.

bohemian-mark.livejournal.com

There's a table near one side of the bar. Usually it's on its legs like any normal piece of furniture. However, at the moent, it's lying on its side with a green sheet draped over it as a backdrop. Hanging from one of the legs of the table is a cowbell, suspended by a guitar string.

On the ground is a bit of a motley crew of characters. Sitting in front of a small tupperware container with toothpicks in its hands is what looks scarily like a My-first-Barbie. But... this doll has short black hair, a short white skirt with flowers, and a multi-coloured top, along with rather crazy tights. To one side, is a Jedi figure fighting what looks like a large white, vaguely bipedal, glob. Another scene has various action figures from various timelines and canons congregating around a 1933-era King Kong plushie. As a flooring to all of this are five or six eviction notices circa 1996.

About three feet back from this is a blonde filmmaker on his stomach with a camera. He's grinning. He might even tell you his plot if you ask nicely.

stubborn-annie.livejournal.com

Much as Annie would like to sit and see whether or not engaging in a contest of wills with the blank wall of the Bar would result in the door ultimately appearing, she's just as prone to feeling stupid as anyone else. Sitting and staring with no results will do that to a person. She's had her breakfast and her morning tea, so she's gone outside to …

Well, she doesn't know what. She'd had some vague ideas about going for a walk. But the lands out back look so very much like the photographs she's seen of rural Scotland that it chills her blood with secondhand memories.

This was a bad idea. Yet, somehow, she can't get away from it.

She's going to be outside a while.

terror-soars.livejournal.com

Pterodactyl in bar.

Mun = Minimalist.

Come bother.

mollyprewett.livejournal.com

Molly spent part of her morning writing notes to various people, and now she takes them to the bar and asks for them to be delivered to the appropriate parties.

“Lady Bar, could you please see that these get to the proper people when they come in?”

She leaves four folded slips of parchment. One for Bruce Banner, one for Asar Suti, one for Arithon, and one for Tim Hunter
As they vanish into the bar top, Molly nods, and then turns and walks with Cain back up to her room.

not-one-drop.livejournal.com

There's a slightly hungover vampire in the bar, ~~passed out~~ sleeping in a booth, head pillowed in her arms. A waitrat is nudging her leg with a coffee cup.

You can poke her, but she might not be too happy.

witchy-rebel.livejournal.com

[OOM: (Because it is the right date in some timezones...)

And a child is born on the first of May... Warning for a rather insane narrative, but it is Morgan.]

namo

[OOM: Quiet Anger -- Ruin and Námo have a brief encounter. No warnings necessary.]

explorertruman.livejournal.com

Truman hurried down the stairs, taking two at a time. The ends of a fluffy beach towel with a sailing ship on it, riding on cool blue waves was flapping around his arms. He seemed to have a death grip on the fabric though. He was also wearing a plaid tam, and a tan jacket overtop a button-down shirt and khakis. He wasn't sure how well to dress for the offices, but can't hurt looking presentable at least.

He flopped into his usual seat near the Window, and waved and squeaked over a waitrat.

"Just something to go today, Mr. Longtail," He said. The rat squeaked a reply, and scurried off to take care of his order, while he scanned the bar. He was bouncing in his seat with excitement, as gleeful and nervous as a little kid to see Santa over the holidays.

firmus-piett.livejournal.com

There is a former Admiral in the bar, but that is a temporary thing.

It means people need not get up to come tell him how much a horrible person he is.

But it does mean that Jedi and Jedi sympathizers need to find someone else to sneer at.

Piett comes downstairs, and strides across the bar to the front door; he does not look back or around, since he already said his goodbyes to the only person who cares about what happens to him.

A pause with the hand on the handle, then he turns it, opens the door, and steps out. For good or for worse, there is a whole multiverse outside, and any place will be at least a change from Milliways.

The door closes, and gone he is. Feel free to sigh with relief, Firmus Piett has left the building.

elvish-hunter.livejournal.com

There is no stopping in the bar today.

Her sword sheathed, knives strapped to her thighs and bow and arrows slung over her shoulder, the Hunter - with her Master's blessing - walks straight to the door.

And out.

There is something that needs doing.

dnd-thief.livejournal.com

Red-headed teenager in a booth.

Cheeseburgers are totally a valid breakfast food.

yuppie-trash.livejournal.com

[Out of Milliways: Patrick Bateman indulges in music and cigars. Warnings for implied violence and talk of Kim Carnes apply.]

awesome_lilly

[OOM: Mel and Lilly's Suite: Lilly catches Mel up on her latest hook-ups. It's not a short list. Then Mikey and Donnie drop by and through the power of science, the list gets longer.]

gone_byebye

[OOM: Ray's old Scoutmaster would be so proud of him. Or, you know, not.]

gotham-knocking.livejournal.com

OOM: At some indeterminate point, Knox gets to thinking

steelartisan

Piotr is tucked into one of the far corner booths, sketching. People are happy here. There isn't a tension in the air like the Mansion.

And he can only sketch the Sentinels, the soldiers, the tents, the students teasing the the soldiers in the Sentinels, and Emma being mostly naked so many times before he starts to yearn for a different character study.

So there he is, in the back with a bottle of vodka and a splattering of charcoal under his fingernails.

jack_inthegreen

If Jack had a birthday, it would be this day.

As it is, there are still small towns where a man dresses in greenwood and is symbolically drowned to bring the spring rains. Hell of a birthday present.

Jack does not intend to drown anyone today, or even rain on them. He may, however, feed them apple pie.

shufti

The first thing Shufti did after last night, was to lock herself in her room, hold Jack close to her and pray to any gods that might be listening.
The second thing she did, once she calmed down, was to gather up everything in the room, check with bar and move to a different one. Once she'd worked out what the number on the key said.

Even so, she doesn't look like she slept at all last night, and it wasn't just because Jack kept waking her up. Right now she is in one corner of the bar, her back to the wall, babe in her arms and the crossbow visible.

Unless you're Sands within two metres, or you decide to threaten the baby, she won't however be shooting you today.

middle-name-s.livejournal.com

[Out of Milliways and Into Twin Peaks:

Bookhouse Boys, Assemble!

Plans are made, and clues are found.]

politestpirate.livejournal.com

Risking the wrath of a 10 year old girl-

If you knew Mary Lennox, you would know how bad that could be-

Wellard is back down in the bar, for the reasons of- out of books to read, getting possible food, and being quite sick and tired of being up in his room to rest. It can be argued, however, as he sits toying with a cup of tea, that he still looks sick and tired, even down in the bar.

[Plot! please ping StarCPenny on AIM before tagging.]

scapepig

The infirmary door creeps open and a snout pokes out.

Snowball emerges after a moment, heads over to the fire and lies down in front of it, asking a nearby rat for some soup. He's looking better, though still a bit weak. But he was bored and lonely stuck in the infirmary, so he's decided it's time to discharge himself.

stuck-mynock.livejournal.com

There's an Atton curled up in a booth, sleeping with a blanket he presumably got from the Bar. His sleeping face could, perhaps, be described as sweet, but possibly only by the criminally insane and/or people who've never met him when he's awake. Occasionally, he mutters something along the lines of 'I don't want to discuss funding again, let's have a party. Whaddya mean we can't have a party? You kept me here for eight hours!' This does not necessarily make any sense at all.

Repeated poking may lead to him waking up.

owendavies.livejournal.com

Months, it has been, since Owen Davies heard the music that takes him to Milliways. He is not displeased to hear it now.

He isn't smiling, of course, but he never really does smile, so that's all right.

cywyllog

[Immediately pre-Milliways: She used to like May Day.]

Once again, Cywyllog is relieved to be here. So much so in fact that she almost starts to cry, but her concentration is being used to do things like walk and breathe.

She hovers by the door for a moment, one hand gripping a chair for balance, the other clutching a small leather pouch. She can't decide if she wants tea, or to go outside. Fresh air, or soothing liquid warmth?

In the end, the decision becomes too much and Cywyllog simply makes her way to a booth and slumps in one side, head resting on the table.

white_flowers

[OOM: In an emerald-green palace far beyond Milliways, the White Rider sets things in motion for her own May Day celebration.]

white_flowers

A dim, distantly-heard echo of unreal discordant chimes floats faintly on the air, but there is no sound of wings as the snowy owl bursts from a strangely grayish-white cloud and soars over the deep forest toward Milliways. Circling, she glides down to a perch on a tree-branch by the lake. Golden eyes are focused on the bar and its environs.

Just as silently, there is a flash of light and a swirl of pink-stained smoke, then a woman clad in a shimmering green kirtle stands on the lakeshore. She is tall and fair, almost gleaming in the faint light of dusk, and her soft musical laugh echoes in delight as she looks around.

Smiling, the lady walks across the green grass lawn and into the bar through the lake door, slipping past a sudden disturbance toward the Bar itself.

[ooc: Please note, although this is the White Rider (aka Blodwen Rowlands), she does not now look as she did when last seen in Milliways. If your character would know her by some other means, that we can work with. :) I'm Aspenx3 on AIM. Thanks!]

dragon_twin

The main door slowly swings open and a somewhat familiar figure steps through, grinning.

Familiar if you take into account he's three years older and about half a foot taller.

"Mele, stop sulking and hurry up." The glass of ale in his hand is downed, and Melou waits impatiently for his brother.

As usual.

bad-as-he-is.livejournal.com

There is a young boy sitting at one of the tables. Normally, his face would hold a bright smile and perhaps a curl of mischief at the corner of his lips, but at the moment those lips are pressed together into a tight line with only the occasional hiss shifting them at all. In his hand is a small bit of cloth and beside him is a glass of whiskey into which he has dipped the cloth. He's using both to dab at a hole in his stockings and further, a hole in his skin from a bit of a tumble outside. He's had worse, of course, and in the future he would both receive worse and thankfully survive it, but for the moment, it hurts and he's feeling rather more alone than he has in his entire time here.

Perhaps it is the end of the universe and perhaps it is a place full of the amazing and the fantastic, but no matter what time and no matter what world, being by yourself with a scrapped knee is never a pleasant thing.

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

Tonight is another down night, it seems, as Ace is sprawled on the couch (taking up entirely more than one small pyro should), looking terribly comfortable. It will probably take some heavy persuasion to get her to move tonight. She's even got entertainment - a smallish cuboidal crystal that she keeps tilting to catch glints of firelight off of.

Perhaps she's easily amused.

ncdcas-cable.livejournal.com

Off to one side of the bar, Nathan systematically cleans and oils several pieces of equipment, of the shiny variety. He is smiling as he cleans and humming as well.

He has been in a good mood for days. So far, no doom has intruded.

ten_of_swords

[OOM: A Double Edged Sword : Ruin casts the cards and doesn't like what they have to say. No warnings.]

conflictedhero.livejournal.com

he had slept on and off for days and now he comes abck down and settles at the bar. He asks her for a glass of water and gets it along with a note.

He blinks at it and goes paler yet. He drags himself, and his water, and the note to a booth and sits there, staring into space, in shock, his mind still roiling from fear and nightmares and worse things. tears, silent and unnoticed, slowly track down his face.

gonna_live

So last week there was a mini-vacation, and it went well.

This week, therefore, there's Kaylee in the bar, with a cup of tea and a piece of paper and a pen. She's doodling idly, and cheerfully.

[Locked for plot, s'il te plait. :D]

princeinexile

[ OOM: Part of these OOMs: Zuko helps Wells get by in his own way. A way that involves a lot of petty theft and ninjaing all over.]

agnes_nitt

[OOM: Agnes tries to help Molly and Cain and learns a painful truth. Millitimed to earlier this afternoon.]

the_seafarer

Caspian, sitting by the fire, looks rather less pleased with the world than in general. It could have something to do with the letter that he holds in one hand, but all that is certain is that there is a less cheerful than usual Narnian, with a cup of tea.

He may be considering exchanging said tea for something rather stronger.

nicelandingcmdr.livejournal.com

Commander Deanna Troi is slightly out of uniform when she comes in through the front door. In fact, replace 'slightly' with 'significantly'.

She is in a swimsuit. A light blue one-piece, to be exact, with a plush towel thrown over her shoulder.

This is likely due to the fact that the door she thought she was entering led to one of the family pools on the Titan.

When she realizes where she actually is, Deanna turns around to leave, but the door stubbornly refuses to budge.

"Oh, very funny."

prone-to-panic.livejournal.com

Archie is back in the bar. After he and Richard and Jason had come back from Las Vegas, he'd gon back to the flat for a shower and a bit of a nap. But he's here now, once again in jeans and a soft button-down shirt, his Security badge clipped to his pocket.

You know, if there's anything anyone needs to tell him about.

((OOC: ~~Mun is still at work for an hour and a half, so tags may be slow until then.~~ Home now, hit me!))

twoeyesonthesky.livejournal.com

There was stable-work, and taking the horse for exercise, and more stable-work, and child-minding, and practise of the stuff of Mercutio's lessons; it filled up most of Quinn's morning. This is good, in his eyes. Extended idleness isn't in his nature any more. It got burned out of him somewhere along the way, very nearly literally.

This doesn't mean the occasional short bit of idleness can't happen, which is why Quinn is at his seat over by the fire with dinner and the same drawing-pad he's carried for the better part of a week now. At the moment it's open to a reasonably accurate map of the area around Alnwick Castle, or at least as accurate a map can be when drawn from memory. Generally, though maps that small don't have dragons drawn in the borders or corners. And even if they did, they'd usually be drawn a bit more fancifully.

kitchen_maid

Amy came downstairs this evening, got tea and paper thin ginger cookies and settled happily at a table just slightly out of the way.

It's been a long time since she looked over at the place where the door hasn't been since the first of October. She doesn't mean to look at it tonight. But she does.

And there's a door there.

The tea and cookies are rather being ignored, at the moment. Amy is thinking.

collects_ears

And just like that - there is a George behind the bar.

Didn't see him come in? Don't feel bad, you weren't supposed to.

[Unless of course you did, in which case you were likely meant to.]

He glances at the Specials Board, makes a couple of quick additions then announces to the bar:

"Tonight's drinks are; Pain, Pain Go Away, Penalty Shot , Perfect Kiss and P.S. I Love you."

"What'll it be?"

fire-of-mahal.livejournal.com

There is a dwarf in a remarkably good mood at a table by the Observation Window. Perhaps unlike most people who sit there, he has his back to the ongoing destruction of the universe- and definitely unlike most who come here, he's smoking a pipe.

There is no surgeon-general in Middle-earth.

bloodyrockgod

[ooc: OOM. Bobby and Charlie have a talk and come to an understanding. Rated G for Gratuitious Teasing of the Straight Guy and I for Infodump.]

gramarye1971

Merriman is, as a matter of fact, in the bar. He's merely been keeping very much to himself this evening.

No books or papers tonight. A nearly-empty cup of tea is near his hand, but he hasn't touched it for some time.

He might appear to be lost in thought...but in reality, he's anything but.

[OOC: Please to ping before tagging? Just to be on the safe side.]

dragonofgrey.livejournal.com

Draco was dressed not in his robes. The balm he created with his cauldron and supplies took care of the remaining burns nicely, with little scarring, if any.

He was dressed in dark green tunic, and trousers. Sleek, ideal for swift movement. He was outside, practicing moves with his dagger again. He was becoming increasingly efficient, and deadly in the grace he employed as he turned, and spun. His slight form being an advantage in this case.

mouse-shadow.livejournal.com

After this, Paul comes through the front Door holding in his arms a silvery metallic fabric enrapping a large, clumpy mass that smells powerfully of cinamon and an aluminum cup filled with the same. He takes the bundle to Bar, where he says, simply, "For my tab." It disappears, and, like on his first day in the Tavern, Bar's surface near it shows a slight greenish tinge for a few seconds that fades slowly. He carries the cup upstairs, and comes back down without it only a minute later. He goes to a table by the Observation Window and sits slowly, watching the catastrophe outside as if for the first time. You may try to speak with him, but he won't hear you.

gone_byebye

Ray pushes the front door open and looks around with a sigh. "Still here, huh? That means I'm still out there."

Really, it does make sense if you're him.

Anyway, Ray heads over to the Bar for a glass of the green stuff and finds a spot to sit. He's got some stuff he needs to work on as long as he's here.

e_delmar

Maybe that's coffee in Ennis' hand; most like it's something quite a bit stronger. Either way, there's a hint of a smile on his face (unless you go by the name of Miss Lilly Kane). He's stretched out on the couch, comfortable like, hat pulled down to just cover his eyes.

creator_raven

Raven is in the bar again, though at a table this time.

He still has Derry.

At the moment she's standing up in his lap, reading what appears to be a storybook lying open on the table.

The story part is rapidly being covered up by the pictures she's making with fingerpaints.

Sometimes they move.

Raven, of course, has nothing to do with that.

Neither does Derry.

Really.

tibetanmethod

[From here.]

"YES!"

And the scent of Napthalot, the sweet scent of Napthalot, a thick, heavy scent; nothing delicate about it, but nothing wrong either. It is something like the smell of artificial floral perfume; heavier, with bases of other things that change it and ruin the purity, but created with the intent to please, it floods the room.

Choking thick, strangling thick, and there is a swirl of black, and white, and RED even as too-sane laughter rips open the air.

And then the door closes.

and-far-away.livejournal.com

The front door opens, and three dishevelled figures stumble in, hungover but laughing all the same. Archie is still bright red, and that seems to be a source of great amusement for the other two.

It would seem that Jason and Sharpe managed to give Archie a really good bachelor party.

Three pups, two muns present, one entrance post. Archie and Sharpe are available for tagging, Jason is not. Have at!

milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com

[OOM: Millitimed to shortly after Wells and Zuko left the bar: First, they had to make it through an explosion. They happened to meet someone along the way- funny how that happens, innit?

Come morning, they had to get the hell out of Scotland. Zuko got his first taste of what it was like to fly. Ultimately, they landed in London and went to Wells' home, where the situation got explained to

stubborn_annie. She wasn't especially happy about it, but she understood- and so off they went.

In Wales they learned that fugitives can't always be on watch, so they need a guardian. Zuko finally got his puppy.

And ultimately, two years passed...]

jackdriscoll.livejournal.com

The (socked) bare feet you see dangling out of a booth belong to one Jack Driscoll, who is, at present, enjoying a book. This is not to say he cannot be bothered. So--have at?

loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com

A blond head is drooped over a cup of coffee.
That's the trouble with drinking hard. Thankfully for him his metabolism will wipe out his hangover pretty quickly.
But what a night that was. Viva Las Vegas indeed.
So until he recovers, come enjoy Jason's misery.

burning-evil.livejournal.com

There's a man at a table by the bar. Suit and overcoat, with collar turned up - no shades tonight, and blue eyes are languidly scanning the room. There's a bottle of the good Irish stuff at his elbow and the cigarette in the ashtray is burning, but not getting any shorter.

He wouldn't be here if he didn't want conversation.

stubborn-annie.livejournal.com

Outside was fine while it lasted, but Annie came in hours ago. She's been doing what she can to keep busy in the meantime, up through and including an evening meal. But that passed long ago.

For now, she's got some wine and is seated at a table where she's ostensibly got a view of the door. Alas, that would require her to actually be able to see the door, but one can hope.

puckishly.livejournal.com

You know what's a bitch about going incognito?

A shapeshifter will know you every time.

Therefore, when Robin Goodfellow notices a certain conversation taking place, he does what any fine, upstanding fae in his position would do.

He hops up onto a table, clears his throat, and begins to speak.

It’s funny, really, about the Fair Folk: They can be quite the compelling orators when they choose to be. If Puck's voice is thrilling, arresting, if it projects a little too well …

It should come as no surprise, that’s all.

“Friends, fellow patrons … sworn enemies,” he says, and his smile is sweet and sharp.

“Do lend me your ears.

"Tonight, it is my particular honor and my terrible dismay to call to your attention the return of one of our very finest."

From his tabletop platform, he turns cheerfully towards the bar.

"Bar, milady? I do believe a spotlight is in order."

Hopefully, Blodwen's pupils are really good at dilating.

"Fair gentlefolk, Blodwen Rowlands-- known in some elite circles as the White Rider-- joins us once more. I trust that those of you who remember her will do your utmost to repay her in kind."

Another smile, poisonously sweet.

"But do remember: We frown upon violence."

[OOC: Does your character know Blodwen? Does your character have no idea what Puck's talking about? React here! But, uh, mun has an AP test tomorrow, so Puck's unavailable.]

missginnytonic.livejournal.com

Ginny walks in she has a role of parchment.. a Quill and a bunch of sweets on her table of every kind come talk to her she'll probably Share

Current Mood: chipper

guppy_sandhu

[oom: May day reflections. No warnings, just sadness.]

Guppy's been pouring the contents of a bottle into his tea for some time tonight. There really can't be that much tea left in it to be honest.

Will he talk about it? Maybe. Depends who you are.

iambetadraconis

Rabastan.

Wizarding book.

Table in the Darkened Corner of Milliways Bar™.

We're goin' for minimalist here...

Tag?

Current Mood: contemplative

flyingsister.livejournal.com

"--I know we're almost out of money, but we need supplies, Sokka, and I swear if you say 'elementary!' one my time, I'm throwing your stupid hat in a river. I'll meet with you later," said a girl over her shoulder in a parting shot to someone beyond the doorway, as she walked through the door into the shop.

Only it wasn't a shop.

It wasn't in the Earth Kingdom, in fact.

Not was it like any place she'd ever seen.

The slim, black-haired girl with the braid, dark skin, and "hair loopies," as her dear brother called them, had blue eyes that were astonishingly wide as she looked around Milliways Bar for the first time. Transfixed, she nearly stumbled her way over to the viewing window.

Holding a brown hand up to the glass, the Waterbender stared out at a dying universe and then stared around at the strange people, and looked completely, utterly bewildered.

...She hoped they took Water Tribe money here.

Current Mood: blank

agent-eppes.livejournal.com

It's been a while since Don sat down on his own. He's been meeting new people and he's loving it. But, as it so happens, he's taken a small opportunity to do some relaxing in the bar. So, alone, in a booth, Don could use some company if people wish to seek a new friend?

ooc: Slow time love? i'm nearly off to bed but I'm happy to pick up tomorrow with this. Btw, I'm Aussie so it's AEST 11.00pm

owendavies.livejournal.com

[OOM: After a short detour to John Rowlands' house, Owen tells Bran about his evening at Milliways.]

namo

[OOM: Love of a Father : Gorlim and Námo spend some family time that ends up changing Gorlim in a specific way. Warnings for schmoop.]

tibetanmethod

[Out of Milliways, and...elsewhere:

Bob is gone. Because Nyarlathotep destroyed him. And took over Cooper's body, that Bob was formerly inhabiting. And returned to Twin Peaks. Which leaves a question:

Where is Dale Cooper now?

Welcome to Tibet. In a manner of speaking.

Meanwhile, at the Great Northern, and elsewhere, a murder attempt is aborted on account of Crawling Chaos, and Deputy Hawk sees an old pal of Cooper's.]

withoutanydoubt.livejournal.com

Riza does not quite have the look of one who has just woken up, though it is near enough, for her. Her hair is still slightly damp from her morning shower, and her gaze has a relaxed, slightly distracted quality that one would never see in her outside of her own home. It last only long enough to realize that she isn't in her own kitchen. She swallows a sigh. At least she can get breakfast here, and won't have to worry about whether she'd left her shopping too late to have much choice.

She stops at the bar to get herself a cup of coffee (from the bartender, not quite willing to chance dealing with something as foreign as magic yet), and spends a moment debating internally on where to sit. After a moment, she chooses a spot at a table that sets her back to the viewing window. While having it behind her makes her neck itch, at least she will not spend too much time staring out at the ending universe this way. She finds the view chilling.

She folds her hands around her cup, gazing contemplatively over the bar. Had she known she would end up here, she would have brought some work with her. But the door still seems inclined to take her by surprise. As it is, she is content to watch, though she would not be entirely adverse to company.