milliways_bar | May. 8th, 2006

May. 8th, 2006

goinghost.livejournal.com

[OOM: Danny visits--and threatens--Blodwen, is sick in the bathroom, and worries about Ray.]

When River enters the bar, there's an old wool blanket draped over her shoulders, though neither the bar nor Serenity is cold enough to really warrant it. It's worn, a little faded, and has the sort of pattern one might find on the cheap blankets in Western American tourist-tack shops. That's probably exactly where it came from.

She heads for the staff hallway. When she returns, the blanket's gone. (Ennis will find it folded tidily on the floor outside his door. There are four green tea candies tucked inside.)

Next step: to acquire a mug of green tea, and settle down with it on the floor between two barstools, her back resting comfortably against the bar.

mandercommander.livejournal.com

OOM: Bonzo and Dooku have a little chat following Bonzo and Petra's little confrontation earlier in the evening.

Lecture Time

yuppie-trash.livejournal.com

[Out of Milliways: Patrick Bateman takes a break. In haiku. A warning might apply.]

underdarkangel.livejournal.com

Drizzt comes wandering in from the lake and finds a chair near the front door. hees refraining from alcohol for the time being seeing as he is going to be heading back home where there are orcs, and goblins, and giants... Na too easy. His panther is resting at his feet as he scans the room to see if theres anyone he needs to say goodbye to.

Feel free to tag if you havent met him.

namo

[OOM: AIM log -- Tiger, tiger, burning bright... Gorlim convinces Námo to be a tiger with him, they eat and talk and a decision is made. Warnings for tiger schmoop.]

timsbooks.livejournal.com

There is...

Uhm... Dude, you sure you want to go through with this? It's kinda silly. Okay, it's your head.

There is a young looking Tim in the bar. It is, in fact, the Tim Hunter known alternatively as Jack Bone and Hellspawn.

He is dressed....are you sure? I mean, this isn't something you take back.... Fine.

He is dressed like a pirate.

With a steering wheel sticking out of the top of his pants.

Come ask him why, if you dare.

janetsdaughter.livejournal.com

Cassie's at the shooting range, practicing.

Even if she doesn't go on the heist, her shooting could be better.

Bother at will.

archimedes19.livejournal.com

Archimedes comes down the stairs from his room. Places some coins on the counter that are absorbed and then asks for a piece of paper. He scribbles out a ( note for Paige ) and if she manages to get it translated reads ( like this ) The letter is absorbed and he takes his puzzle and settles in by the fire. Little red geometrc shapes in front of him as he tries to make them look like the picture on the card.

not-de-la-vega.livejournal.com

The masked hero quotient in the bar just went up by one. Again.

Zorro slipped in, blinked twice behind his mask and relaxed almost instantly, Milliways was a far safer hiding place than the stockroom he'd thought he'd ducked into, Milliways meant he could take a breather and go back out to the fight refreshed and leaving them wondering how he did it.

He actually smiled as he went to get a glass of juice and some breakfast from the bar, settling into a booth, watching the few early morning patrons.

un_fallen

[OOM: Raguel goes to church]

(Millitimed to Sunday morning)

randomsbastard.livejournal.com

You know how before their eyes open puppies and kittens are really, really cute? Martin before coffee looks nothing like that. Except for the closed eyes part.

He's headed for Bar based entirely on the smell of coffee issuing from a cup she hastily manifests when he comes stumbling down the stairs, and if anyone is in his way he might actually attempt to walk through them for a moment before giving up and going around.

Its not that he's stupid before coffee. Its just that he's too addicted for words.

mollyprewett.livejournal.com

Molly is in the gardens this morning, determined to get back into the swing of things, now that Cain is feeling more confident with being away from her.

Today, he is with Alia for his lessons with her, and so Molly doesn't feel any guilt about coming back to work.

She pulls on her gardening gloves, and takes a basket and some shears out of the shed, and begins to dead head the flower bushes, collecting the clippings as she goes for the compost heap.

She's humming as she works, glad to be outside, even if it is a bit overcast.

Come say hello!

stubborn-annie.livejournal.com

Annie slips quietly down the stairs and into the Bar, checking around briefly to see whether her husband is present. He's not, which is about what she expected. Last night he'd been in a foul mood, and she knew him well enough to know that it wasn't likely to clear up simply because of a night's sleep.

Not that she minds, entirely. She was there for this one, and there is no one chasing Harry to keep her from being able to help him further.

For now, though, he's not around. That means she has the opportunity to do something she's been turning over in her mind since arrival. "Bar?" she says. "I don't suppose I could get some sort of cookbook from you, could I? Something in the way of- oh, the Clayton Book of Breads- but not that book, I mean. Something I wouldn't be able to find back home?"

It's occurred to her that no business from home doesn't mean no planning for business when you get back home, necessarily.

wyrd-fox.livejournal.com

Peaceful morning in Milliways?

Well, not for long.

A distinctive opening riff rips through the air. Suddenly, there's a little fox dancing on a table.

He's also wearing black pants, a black suit-jacket and Bono glasses.

Johnny take a walk with your sister the moon
Let her pale light in to fill up your room
You've been living underground
Eating from a can
You've been running away
From what you don't understand...
Love

Seems FX is in a U2 state of mind.

awesome_lilly

Lilly's come downstairs and snagged a table. She's got a notepad with her, but is ignoring any work-related decisions by pondering a much more important dilemma: regular or cajun-seasoned fries?

At long last, the decision is made, cajun-seasoned fries and a margarita are ordered, and she's suddenly in need of a new reason to ignore work.

mommywitch.livejournal.com

Youngish!Piper is sitting on the steps leading upstairs.

She has tea.

She apparently has alot on her mind.
Care to ask her what?

prone-to-panic.livejournal.com

Today Archie is not on duty. Today he is sprawled happily on one of the couches with his tea and a book. He looks mighty comfy. He looks like he might enjoy some company.

((OOM: And the mun is off to work. Will tag from there. Slowtimes are Love.))

slayer_fray

[OOC: Steph is released after her day-long incarceration. Zuko is snarked at]

no-devo-quotes.livejournal.com

The Belmont's back. This time, though, she's outside, enjoying the weather. It's rather warmer than in Warakiya, and she's less likely to run into werewolves and ghosts.

Okay, less likely to run into hostile werewolves and ghosts.

There's the added benefit that Ralph was getting fussy indoors. Outside, at least, if he starts making noise, there are fewer people around to hear it.

"Guess you take after your Momma after all," she informs him. Ralph, for his part, chews on the end of her braid.

Current Mood: contemplative

oldestcharmed1.livejournal.com

PRue is sitting in the bar drinking a cup of coffee and scribbling on a notepad but with all the crossing out she seems to be doing it would seem her muse isn't working very hard today. Not that she is sure that she has a muse now that sheis dead but rather whatever has inspired her in the past doesn't seem to be working. Perhaps sheis all spelled out at the moment.

Distractions would be lovely or perhaps inspiration.

countofserenno.livejournal.com

Another chat...

princeinexile

[OOM: After tangling with Stephanie and being interrupted by Cera, Zuko is marched into the cells. There, he is taunted by Stephanie for a good part of the day, has to deal with getting his dog of the cells, Melaka wants a damn explanation behind the crying dinosaur, and then sees his mentor, who he basically tells to naff off. However, this is not the end of things, for he ends the day seeing his uncle, Iroh, who due to milli!circumstances, Zuko has not laid eyes on in over two years. It is not the best reunion ever.

The next day, Steph is sprung and Zuko shares snark.

And that is one hell of a day and half in the cells. He still has a day and a half more to go.]

rc-1136.livejournal.com

Darman had only ever been unprepared for situations a number of times in his short life. Losing his vode - Theta Squadron, the reaction of some of Qiilura's not so grateful citizens, Etain. Oh fierfek, Etain.

Winding up in Milliways for the first time was not something he had been entirely ready for, but it wasn't a situation Darman had necessarily been unprepared for. But for a second time, especially so soon, well, Darman couldn't help but be a little off his guard.

Especially when he and Niner had been on their way to Fearless' mess hall. Darman turns to look at his brother briefly before giving Milliways a long and studious stare.

He couldn't help but hope that maybe, this time, a door had opened on Qiilura to let Etain in, too.

[ooc: two pups, two muns! specify if you want one or another, or you might just wind up getting both.]

treadingturds.livejournal.com

She's back in the bar again. At the piano, working out her frustration over the other day's conversation by nimbly working through a particularly complex piece. She's not perfect at it, and repeatedly doubles back to correct mistakes, but the bar's empty enough that she's sure she isn't distracting anyone.

Jocasta Wiggs is homesick.

namo

The Vala is in the bar, Gabriel cradled in his arms as he feeds him.

There is no song, no words, just eye contact as father and son watching each other with similiar eyes.

Not that either would mind a distraction. Already Gabriel is far too quiet and serious for an infant.

not-one-drop.livejournal.com

Mal has curled herself into a booth with a blanket around her shoulders, and a sketchpad and pencil in front of her. She seems to be drawing weapons.

Namely swords.

Bother?

nita_callahan

It's May, as the bar measures time, and Nita figures she doesn't really have an excuse anymore for spending so much time indoors. You might have seen her outside this afternoon, jogging around the lake, and very carefully staying closer to the lake to the woods.

She'd much prefer Ed over any other memories.

In any case, at the moment she's back in the bar, hair damp from a shower, with an order of fries and her manual open, studying a spell diagram. No, not for any particular reason.

lvpd_sidle

Sara goes down into the Bar, a crumpled envelope in her hands.

"Bar, can you use this account information to cover the MacManus tabs? And can you give this letter to Connor?" Her voice is steady but controlled.

"Thank you."

That taken care of, she retreats to a couch near a fireplace.

twostandingby

There are two pilots arguing noisily at a table.

Or, more accurately, there is one pilot (the bald female one in a bright orange jumpsuit) arguing noisily at a table, while the other (shorter, brown hair, resting his chin on his hand) listens calmly and occasionally attempts an interjection. He's getting ignored for the most part.

Tell Plourr and Tycho to keep it down?

[Two pups; tag one or both]

action-antihero.livejournal.com

Jack steps into the bar through the main door again, ruffling his very short, wet hair. Someone's just learned how to right a tipped-over kayak the hard way.

His clothes are dry as naturally he changed before heading into the bar, but as he steps in he makes a beeline for the bar and a cup of coffee to warm up. As it's June outside, the air might be warm, but the lake he lives on is still very cold.

[OOC: Should mention that I'll be scarpering for canon at 9EDT, back at 10EDT but my coherence then will largely depend on what happens in canon tonightomgflail.]

morbid-midweek.livejournal.com

The front door bangs open and Wednesday stalks in. Carrying a butcher knife.

She stops short when she realizes where she is, and barely refrains from rolling her eyes.

"This is hardly fair."

plant-alchemist.livejournal.com

Russell was on his way to bed when...

"...ah hell."

Why did the bar always have to show up when he didn't want it to be here? All he wanted to do was get some sleep, why was that so difficult?

He wanders over to an out of the way booth, falling asleep on his arms almost immediately.

He doesn't look very comfortable, someone may want to remind him that he can get room.

awesome_lilly

Lilly's sitting in the bar, staring down at her table.

More accurately, she's staring at a pair of Mallorca pearl drop earrings with silver filigree and a dark stain on them, and a small Tiffany box and its contents.

She does not look happy.

[OOC: not plot-locked, but please ping 'da emmy gee' before tagging? thanks!]

bloodyrockgod

Charlie is curled up in a booth with a good view of the observation window. He's holding his guitar like a security blanket.

http://users.livejournal.com/_lady_death/

Lady Death floats into the bar, her sword Darkness on her hip and in a smaller sheath on the same harness hangs her practice Lightsaber. She hasn't been in recently as the war with her dead father's minions has taken much of her concentration (Mace Windu would be glad to note, however, that she has not neglected her practices). She floats to the counter and orders a glass of mead. Aside from those she knows here, she has sorely missed this drink.

just-a-soldier.livejournal.com

[After this. ]

People enter the bar often, it is no cause to look up. However, a door slamming that noisily may just capture your attention. Leaning against the door, sighing loudly, was Aeryn Sun. She closed her eyes and willed the headache and the thought of what had just happened to go away. But there was something odd...the wood beneath her hands wasn't scratched and warped with age. It was smooth and altogether different. She couldn't feel the night air on her face.

She wasn't sure she wanted to open her eyes because if it was all a dream...she opened them anyway. Milliways. It took her breath away; a sight she never thought she would see again. Aeryn merely stood, clammy palms against the door, unable to move for the fear it would all disappear.

ms-w-harker.livejournal.com

Mina glides downstairs, eyes automatically seeking out the bane of one of her lovers' existance. Since Sands is nowhere in sight (or if he is, she doesn't immediately see him), she relaxes and glides over to the bar to order a goblet of warm blood.

adams1776.livejournal.com

[OOM: John Adams receives a strange visitation that prompts him to more decisive action in the cause of independence.]

Yet again, the City Pub has become Milliways. It's a testament to the day he's had that John isn't even surprised. He just grunts noncommitally and heads to the bar for a bowl of stew and a mug of ale.

Tomorrow, he'll find that damn fool Franklin and give him an earful for deserting him today. But for now, the fight's gone out of him, and he just wants to relax and have some pleasant conversation before bed.

magius-unlocked.livejournal.com

Magius settles into a seat, quietly watching the Bar. Much has been happening lately and he has been busy with his own projects. As he glances around the bar, a small glass of red wine appears at his hand and he sips it. A tome appears soon after and he picks it up to read. Such is the life of an Archmage. Things tend to come to you, even when you don't call them.

necessary_child

Sam in the bar. He's got coffee at his elbow and pink fluffy slippers (UK size 12, just purchased from Bar) in a bag at his feet.

...Yes, the mun is feeling uninspired tonight.

maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com

Elaine is sitting in the bar, knitting something very soft and multi-coloured, with small needles.

She's not often in the bar very often, but she has decided that she is going to try to come down a bit more.

She'd love to talk. Come sit by her!

bad-as-he-is.livejournal.com

There's a young man pondering a coin.

It's sitting on his palm, nestled in his hand as if it belonged there, as if it were his to spend. He's not sure if it really is, doesn't feel it is, and while Mister Murphy had been uncommon kind to him by helping him fix his clothes and such and hiring him on...

Well, he's still using his tab and wondering if there's anyone else who might be interested in hiring him. There was something about a man who wouldn't give his name easily, who claimed many names, that itched at the back of his brain. There was something that Reverend Thwackum had said, not that he took much care to what the good Reverand Thwackum said, which had mentioned a man with many names, or men with many names but he couldn't remember what it is. But whatever the good reverand had said, he didn't like it himself and so he pocketed the coin to consider at another time and ordered himself a dinner.

milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com

The evening hours find Wells outside, not far from the lake. He's not headed for the football pitch, or the target range, or even his fire-pit; he's got other things to do tonight, and most if not all of them spring from the current occupant of the cells.

Eventually he's going to go back inside, but for now he's walking outside with Xu Ning, Zuko's malamute, and thinking.

angela-edmunds.livejournal.com

Angela is sitting near the fireplace. It's the closest she's been to the fireplace in weeks.

She's reading a book and trying to ignore the fire.

She'd love conversation.

jack_f_twist

Camping's all well and good for relaxing, and Jack sure has had a good weekend. Sure explains the smile on his face.

But maybe he's sorta restless tonight and it shows, lighting a cigarette barely after the last one's been stubbed out on the scuffed sole of his boot, fiddling with his hat, tapping fingers on the arm of the couch where he's settled while the fire snaps cheerfully nearby.

mother_lost

A note has been left with Bar, along with a ( note addressed to Merlion. )

silver_flecks

There are things which should never be forgotten.

Things like what happens when you bring up children's classics and the undead.

Raven is a believer in this, and informed a little girl of the tale of the Zombie Piglet when watching her.

She told her mummy, and looked so hopeful that her mummy made a New Friend for her!

That may be why Derry is shrieking with laughter as a stuffed Zombie Piglet is fretting about and attempting to eat the stuffing out of the head of her stuffed goat.

Perhaps.

creator_raven

The door to the office opens, then slams closed again as Raven strides toward the back door, coattails flaring out behind him like ragged wings.

Fire sparks in his eyes, and his hands are tightly clenched.

The lake door springs open in front of him, and he steps out into the night, laughter breaking free with a ringing shriek.

And the wind rises.

[ooc: please ping setsthingsright before tagging, thanks]

yuppie-trash.livejournal.com

Today too bored at
board meeting. So left
for Milliways bar.

Sitting now at couch
with crossword puzzle and a
Cross pen. Wondering

about five-letter
word for sequential events.
Oh, yes. Serial.

jackdriscoll.livejournal.com

A malady commonly known to parents is the disease of the persistent child, the one who always cries "mommy! mommy! look at me mommy, I want this, mommy!"

That, my dear friends, is how Jack Driscoll is behaving tonight. To his mun.

To everyone else he looks as if he's just breezed in from 1933. Which he has.

Being home is good.

withrocksin

Two characters for the price of one:
Dead twentysomething drag queen, living twentysomething musician, table, jar of dwarf bread. Angel's finishing off a sewing project, and Imp's got a notebook.
Conversation wouldn't be turned down. You can even try the dwarf bread, if you want; it's soggy enough that it won't break your teeth.
Oh, and mind the fuzzy gender line, if you don't know Angel already.

and-far-away.livejournal.com

Sharpe has been home since he talked to Annie, but now he's back, with Patrick in tow.

Come talk to them.

dragonvolunteer.livejournal.com

Cimorene is curled up in a booth by the fire. She has acquired a quill and some paper and is scribbling down notes sporadically. She's also nibbling on some cheese and crackers, but she has more than enough to share.

The ink-stained princess would probably love some company.

guppy_sandhu

The newspaper on the table in front of Guppy reads Traffic chaos in Holby - major pile-up grinds city to halt.

This would probably explain why he is fast asleep on the couch next to it.
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Shufti is in a booth in a corner, knitting. Jack is asleep in a carrybasket next to her and the crossbow hangs from her belt as always.

She has chocolate covered raisins. Just because they're yummy.

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Snowball is outside in the garden, weeding the beds.

tibetanmethod

There was a black suit waiting for him, in the room upstairs. The room that looks nothing like Room 315 at the Great Northern.

He's wearing it now.

In front of Cooper are two pieces of toast -- untouched -- and a cup of coffee. The coffee, at least, is halfway gone.

He's staring into space.

cheerychaplain

Father Mulcahy, wearing the ever-present Army uniform with black collared shirt, cross around his neck, and floppy hat, is chuckling and looking over his shoulder to respond to a loud greeting from Igor when he abruptly realizes that this isn't the mess tent. He blinks a moment--he'd been so certain that the last time had been a dream, too--but then slowly steps farther into the bar. All hesitation vanishes, though, when he sees the piano. He makes his way over and sits down on the bench, spreading his fingers across the keys appreciatively. It's a gorgeous instrument, all polished and smooth and tuned; the antithesis of the few pianos he's seen in Korea, really. A dramatic pause, hands poised over the keys, as he cracks his neck.

And then proceeds to bang out an entirely unsteady, enthusiastic rendition of Joplin's "Maple Leaf Rag," complete with missed notes, wrong chords, and pauses as he attempts to remember the next few bars. The tune is recognizable, but barely. However, Mulcahy has smiles in spades along with the mistakes.

undignified

Wes did indeed ask Bar for a book of 'Earth's Best Drinks'; she gave him a close match. When he asked for a translation, however, what he got was a chart of the alphabet, Aurebesh to English.

Bar's like that.

So he is not nearly as drunk as he'd like, with his notepad and book and various bottles/glasses of alcohol and mixers in a booth, but he does have a handy list of Aurebesh translations for 'vodka', 'whiskey', and 'rum'.

Yes -- the first English words Wes Janson has learned are alcoholic drinks.

Who's surprised?

sign-seeker.livejournal.com

Will Stanton is sitting at a side table, nursing a mug of tea. With the tea came a note; he read it once, face going blank and bland as he did so, and then folded it tidily and tucked it away in a pocket.

Perhaps in consequence, the book that he brought in -- a poetry anthology one of his schoolmasters recommended -- is being disregarded in favor of watching the room for people he knows.

Watching with rather closer focus than is immediately apparent, in fact.

To say the note was not good news would be deeply understating the case.

moonheartache.livejournal.com

Usagi comes downstairs into the bar from the rooms. She's not sure what time or day it is- she's not sure if those things really exist or matter here. She just hopes she'll see someone from home this time.

walker-cain.livejournal.com

[OOM: Discoveries - In which Cain finds out about a previous memory loss and the news isnt good.]

theravenboy

Bran Davies knew he would have to come to Milliways sometime, to see that Blodwen was safely imprisoned. Tonight, he has finally given in.

The note he receives is not a surprise.

[ooc: Ping before posting, please, as I am tired and must limit threads for sake of coherence.]

princeinexile

[OOM: In the cells, Zuko gets a visitor and dinner. One should note he ignores both pretty much, until the dog enters the equation. A boy and his dog, man, a boy and his dog.

Millitimed to sometime Sunday evening -- Zuko is due out, after all, Tuesday morning.]

jack_f_twist

[OOM: (Millitimed to several weeks ago, now. Ahahah er.) All sorts come here. Some bizarre, and some amusing--mostly likeable, all told.

And then some have the most beautiful smiles, and they sure seem familiar.]