milliways_bar | May. 11th, 2006

May. 11th, 2006

[OOM: Several weeks ago, there was this conversation, in which Mary Lennox was convinced that due to her negligence, her dead parents were wandering around the Indian countryside as vaguely vampiric spirits eating innocent children.

Naturally, this had to be Taken Care Of. So, about a week and a half ago, a group of intrepid adventurers - comprised of Mary, Colin, Dickon, Ace, and Goldy - take Ace's TARDIS to India to deal with the problem.

After landing in an Indian village, where Mary and Colin get directions, the group heads into the jungle, replete with local wildlife and opportunities for bonding.

When the group reaches the graveyard where the Lennoxes are buried, Ace and Goldy explore the surrounding ~~quicksand~~ countryside; meanwhile, with the help of Dickon and Colin, Mary makes sure her parents will end up where they belong.

All ends well. Except for Ace and Goldy's outfits, which are most likely unsalvageable. Alas.]

not_that_spike

( out by the lake )

song_tra_bong

Mary Anne's down in the bar, having a late night drink and watching the universe end. Things have been quieter than she expected since she got back. It's a pleasant surprise.

She still has a few things on her mind though, the recently revised offer chief among them.

[ooc: plotlocked, say thankya]

princeinexile

After one of the more interesting nights in his life, Zuko finds himself parked by the fireplace, looking a bit-- wan. Paler then normal, even. Occasionally, he even coughs. Must be coming down with something. Which is why he has his hands around a cup of tea, keeping them warm. A Firebender is trying to keep warm. How's that for abnormal?

Current Location: Fireplace

nerdanel_the_wise

[OOM: Family -- In Aman, Nerdanel, Maglor and Gabriel come face-to-face with an almost-grown Maedhros.]

magick-willow.livejournal.com

(OOM: Goldy and Willow's afternoon in Rome. Featuring fountains, Italian food, underwear, and plans for bachelorette parties...)

fatherw.livejournal.com

((OOM: Ron lets arthur out And then gives him relationship advice.))

i-martha-adams.livejournal.com

Martha Adams sweeps in from her guest-room closet. This is, after all, where the permanent door between her home and the Bar has chosen to settle and so it is not an unexpected arrival.

She has a large, burlap sack with several yearling trees poking out the top. This is set on Bar with a note that it is for Quinn Abercromby.

Then she gets a cup of coffee, and goes to watch the stars die for a while.

eldorne-girl.livejournal.com

[In bar but slowtimed for ages...Jonathan and Delia. It starts off with her slapping him. Twice. And yet somehow ends on a high note.

go figure]

bitter-innocent.livejournal.com

Look who's in the bar again. Well ok, for now he's used to going unnoticed.

Nevertheless, Edmond is there, at the bar, contemplating his financial situation. All of his coin was left with his father back in Marseille and his tab is quickly growing. Now, for many, this might not be a worry, but as Edmond is an honest fellow, he prefers to manage his debts promptly.
It also does not lessen his apprehension that he has an engagement back home, considering every franc he owes in Milliways delays his marriage for a time, even beyond being unbound.

Perhaps he ought not to fret, as he has a position as captain of the Pharaon all but guaranteed to him, but that doesn't help his current predicament, or the fact that he's away from Mercédès.

He could probably use a distraction.

fire-of-mahal.livejournal.com

While Gimli deeply and truly appreciates the ingenuity of modern forms of plumbing, sometimes the more traditional ways of getting clean are called for after a hard day of work. Streams are good. So are lakes.

The only evidence of this fact, this morning, is that when he appears and settles in at the Bar for breakfast (blasted human-sized stools; one day he shall craft his own furniture!), he still has the odd bit of drip from his beard. But really, other than that? Nothin'.

stubborn-annie.livejournal.com

Annie Wells had a look at her husband's wall-calendar last night. Full moon falls on the thirteenth of the month, it appears. No wonder he's been pissier than usual of late.

It's been a long time since they were in each other's company during full moon.

He's out at the moment, running off his extra energy or beating the stuffing out of a heavy bag somewhere. That's nothing new; he's done that every day of his life that she's known him. Thus, she's made herself comfortable at one of the booths, and is annotating a number of recipe books, or transcribing sections of others. Most of the transcriptions wind up considerably longer than the original, thanks to multiplicational scribblings and margin notes along the way. She looks like she probably wouldn't react poorly to interruptions, though.

twoeyesonthesky.livejournal.com

When Quinn comes down the stairs this morning, the Bar has a note for him from Martha Adams- among other things. This gets a smile and a pat of thanks out of him before he heads the rest of the way out to the stables. Ross won't wait.

He's back in eventually, of course. Stable-work is hungry work, so he'll get himself a seat shortly.

henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com

[OOM. Indy dabbles in the kitchen and invites Mel to join him on the Summoning Stone retrieval job. The outcomes of both are pretty inevitable.]

bloodyrockgod

Darien once said the songs Charlie played were like a mood ring for the ears.

( He does make it all too easy sometimes, doesn't he. )

Charlie's mood ring would currently be yellow with specks of orange.

[ooc: replies may be slow due to work-shaped things.]

janetsdaughter.livejournal.com

[OOM: Cassie has a nightmare about The Heist and Janet!Rage.]

janetsdaughter.livejournal.com

Cassie's in the a booth surrounded by cups of tea at various levels of finished-ness. She's got her a book, although she's not really reading it. She's staring out into space.

She takes a long sip of tea. It's her stress drink.
And, perhaps, it will help her stay awake.

morbid-midweek.livejournal.com

Wednesday is back in the bar today, and this time, it's just her. No book, no spider, no butcher knife.

She does, however, have a sewing project she's working on, her small form curled up in a chair by the observation window.

She's also wondering if donations are still needed...

blond-w-brain.livejournal.com

...well, okay, so that's right out the window. But this is DIFFERENT.

The door swings open, and a man walks in. He is lanky and tall, and poring over a thick sheaf of papers. He is wearing a pair of round glasses, and in general seems to be somewhat distracted.

This would not be unusual for Milliways, really. Excepting that this man is an Egon Spengler.

All of which causes the Egon Spengler CURRENTLY in the bar to drop his glass of Ray's Green Stuff and stare.

At the sound of the glass dropping, the Egon with the papers looks up, and sees his alternate. They meet eyes, and EXACTLY THE SAME expression crosses their faces.

"Hm. Fascinating," they chorus.

By God, there's two of them.

asphodelusalbus.livejournal.com

There's a red-haired woman sitting at a table; her back is straight and her hands folded in her lap. She's watching the bar composedly through eyes that are so green as to be practically Sueish.

She isn't avoiding watching the not'Door, as such. She's just not dwelling on it. There are other things to look at; she won't watch the pot. Magic, Lily's had plenty of time to learn, will do what it does in its own sweet time.

[ooc: Mun at work, so slow, irregular, but constant tagging.]

not-one-drop.livejournal.com

The soft rosy light of the sun sparkles on the lake, sending multicoloured lights through the velvet air as she slips into the water. Cool on her bare skin, she shivers, then ducks below the surface, opening her eyes to see the world through blue glass, silver shining on the dark sand.

She puts her head up just long enough to concentrate on not breathing, then slides back under the water, bare feet propelling her farther, deeper. The bottom vanishes slowly under her and she follows the trail of a minnow, going farther and farther down, until the soft light no longer penetrates the water. In the cold, dark embrace of the water, lakeweed wrapping around her legs, she stops, and waits, arms outstretched, her shirt moving with the slight action of waves on the surface. She turns her head up, feeling tendrils of dark hair brush at her neck, stares through the depths all the way up, where she can see the soft glow of an overcast day.

Just waits there, for what, she does not know. But waiting.

Eventually, she kicks to the surface, and goes into the main bar, perching on a barstool and trying to dry her hair.

Company might be nice.

lucky-coyote.livejournal.com

After returning from the forest, Johnny heads back into the bar, and looks up at the staircase he's seen so many people come and go from. Curiosity gets the better of him, and he climbs up, wandering the halls until he finds an empty, unlocked room.

711, that's appropriate. Stepping inside, he notes that the room looks like your standard roadside motel room - slightly low ceiling, double bed, two nightstands, chair, bureau, table, mirror, bathroom. If not for the lack of tacky color scheme, he'd think he was right back at the Marilyn Motel in Vegas.

With a satisfied smile, he kicks off his shoes near the door, turns on the clock radio, and sits down on the edge of the bed to think.

There's a lot going on for him here, suddenly - first the heist he spoke to CJ about, and now this ... this snow-scented woman Coyote warned him about.

Maybe it's time to start thinking about how to make luck work for people, in earnest.

((OOC: The last link goes to an OOC thread ... explanation can be found in the Back Room here. And of course, people can come knock on the door IC, too!))

Current Mood: contemplative
Current Location: Room 711
Current Music: Gorillaz :: Clint Eastwood

slayer_fray

Post breakfast shifts are decidedly more fun than the graveyard pre-breakfast shift. For a start, there's a little less tiredness, but as there's more people around, it's also a lot less boring.

Not that Mel tolarates boring for long. Take now, for instance. Your Security officer for the morning is in a section of open floor by the observaton window, attempting to build a house of cards. It's a training exercise, see? Steady hands, all that toy.

She's not as good as it as she'd like.

2brickstogether.livejournal.com

A table is piled high with flowers.

Standing over this pile of flowers, which is probably piled, oh, suspender-high, is Mr. Gumby, blinking at the array.

There's order to be found in this inviting chaos. Whether you choose to contribute or destroy it is entirely up to you. Either way, though, somebody's getting some nicely-arranged flowers out of this.

grovecj.livejournal.com

CJ, at the bar, with a soda and french fries, going over notes. Feel free to ask what he is pondering.

terror-soars.livejournal.com

Terrorsaur is now sitting in a booth, staring intently at a glass of glowing blue liquid. Frankly, it looks like someone should be playing a tiny violin nearby.

Come bother. Who knows what you'll get?

jack_f_twist

Jack'd come in, wiping his hands on the thighs of his jeans, to sit himself down at the Bar and order some coffee. Been up working with the horses since early morning, man could use some good coffee, and, as has been previously noted, Bar makes a damn fine cup. And maybe now and again he turns his head to glance over his shoulder at the door, that one he can see and Ennis can't. Could also be some vague notions of getting lunch in his mind, too.

mollyprewett.livejournal.com

Molly comes in from outside, and pulls a piece of parchment from her pocket that looks as though it might be a hand-written recipe. In a way, it is, but it’s not for food.

No, Molly needs to do some potion brewing.

“Lady Bar? Could I please have the items on this list, and a standard size two pewter cauldron please?”

When the items appear, she’s pleased to see that the ingredients are all already prepared for her needs. This will be easier than she anticipated.

She’s going to be busy brewing this afternoon, but you might be able to catch her before she heads upstairs.

silvia-broome.livejournal.com

The role of pianist will be played by Silvia Broome this afternoon. Currently she is performing "Moonlight Sonata." It's pretty, no?

Current Mood: calm

shortofcrazy

The door opens, and there is a split second's pause (and a muttered curse) before it closes again.

Five minutes later, Riley walks through the door, wearing dark brown corduroys, a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and a black tie with blue stripes that is just a little too wide for him. How to tell that he's serious about this? He's actually wearing dress shoes in place of Converse sneakers. He's also looking around, clearly searching for someone. Not spotting the person, he takes a seat at the bar, jiggling a nervous foot incessantly on the stool's metal bar.

kingly-auror.livejournal.com

Well look what we have here.

An Auror in the bar, in the middle of the work week.

Must be his mun's birthday.

Kingsley has tea, and paperwork, and a vaguely disgruntled expression.

Distractions are welcome.

walker-cain.livejournal.com

[OOM: Mirrors Brightly: In which, seperately, but at the same time, Cain and Molly think of life, their future, and other important things. Rated C for Cuteness.]

jedizekk.livejournal.com

Zekk isn't likely to admit this to many people, but he likes the outdoors. Especially when it's spring time and there's a nice breeze in the air. There aren't that many around, or at the least, not that many Jedi. Which means he can run through some lightsaber techniques without many watching.

Even if an orange blade can be very distinctive.

Right now, Zekk's starting to tire down. His strokes are getting more and more sloppy, and many of the laser bolts make it past his saber and sting various limbs and body parts. Maybe it's time for a break.

milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com

Wells met his wife come lunchtime, and they ate together. There was discussion. All, in general, was well.

He's taken up a place by the fire, Zuko's dog curled up at his feet. Harry's attention is on ... well, something far away, though his eyes are on the fire. The dog's is on the stairs, as if she expects her master to turn up at any moment.

3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com

((OOM. Miho receives gifts from Rome before joining Goldy for a luxuriating soak. There's plenty of cuteness and sensuality in amongst the bubbles, and some exchange of news and ideas. Rated PG-13 for nudity.))

misterparker.livejournal.com

Parker's dealing out cards, playing solitaire at a table.

On the table, there is a woman's engagement ring, he looks at it every so often, touches it every time his hand passes it.

He looks like he could use some company.

scion-of-amber.livejournal.com

[OOM: How to extend a metaphor of reality...]

probability-cat.livejournal.com

This woman is strange. Really strange. It's like she has chosen to exaggeratedly exemplify the woman's habit (although some men would have it that women consider it an art form) of being unpredictable.

She's at the bar, and it's kind of hard to pinpoint when she arrived; although if you happen to be one of the few to know when she arrived, you're not sure where she is. She's just like that, is all.

not-one-drop.livejournal.com

Yeah, she's still wet. Hasn't changed out of the clothes she went swimming in yet. Doesn't really mind.

That, however, does not explain why she's upside-down on a table, head hanging off the edge, watching the bar with slitted eyes.

She might even go rightside-up, if you ask.

not_that_spike

There used to be a time when going into a bar meant being on high alert. Never taking a seat where the door and all the other exits weren't visible, either straight on or in reflection. Never going without a loaded gun, a spare knife. Never drinking enough to take the edge off so immediate action was impossible. Through all that, he never imagined in a million years he'd be living above a bar.

It's worked out just fine, though. Nowhere else he'd rather be. Well, that's not quite true; it'd be Venus if that was possible. What the fuck, this sure isn't a bad next choice. Instead of a gun at the ready he's got Selected Poems of Octavio Paz open to a poem called With eyes closed; it's a beautiful fucking piece of writing and he admires the hell out of it.

With eyes closed
you light up within
you are blind stone

Night after night I carve you
with eyes closed
you are frank stone

We have become enormous
just knowing each other
with eyes closed

(He's always liked that one.)

faithful-slayer.livejournal.com

Faith is in the bar, at a booth with coffee, food, and ice cream that doesn't have Tabasco on it.

Because she loves Max, but his taste in food makes her twitch.

last-and-first.livejournal.com

Look, there, by the fire, it's another bar neglecting patron.

But, for the moment, Hes is curled up in a chair with a book and hot chocolate.
She's most definitely relaxing. Though she's been doing that quite a lot in recent years.
Recent being a relative term.

That being said, don't hesitate to interrupt her, she can finish the book later.

jackdriscoll.livejournal.com

There is something different about the man reading by the fire. It isn't that his clothes are slightly more modern than when you might have seen him last. It's that he's wearing glasses.

Yeah. Sometimes you just have to admit defeat.

Current Mood: dorky

fighting_mad

Plourr doesn't know why the door keeps opening when she's on her way to the base gym, but here it is again. She walks through the bar and out the door, stripping off the sparring protective padding and dumping it in a pile. So, there is a tall bald woman by the lakeside, wearing tight white and red workout clothes that don't leave a whole lot of muscle to the imagination, running through the paces of boxing an imaginary foe in the fading light. For all her opponent's invisibility, she is working up a sweat, dancing, always moving, bare left fist and bandaged right flying out, along with her feet. She is intent, and anyone approaching would do well to announce themselves before coming too close.

withamagicword

Billy settles into a seat near the Bar and watches the area. He smiles as he taps at his laptop some and just settles in for a nice night of people watching. Milliways is a good place for that.

cywyllog

Cywyllog had stayed the night again, and even managed a small walk outside, but it's time to go home. She finishes her tea, and then heads to the door.

Unfortunately, she doesn't get very far, before a wave of nausea hits, and her knees buckle underneath her. Cywyllog reaches out for something, anything, to balance herself - a chair, a wall, a patron - but there's nothing there.

She hits the floor hard and then just sits there, head in her hands, and waits for it to pass.

door-2-door.livejournal.com

And someone else who's been keeping to himself, makes an appearance tonight.

That is if you can call walking, quietly and unobtrusively, by the lake, an appearance.
But for what it's worth, he's out and not making much of an effort to go unnoticed.
Which, of course, isn't saying much, since he is never terribly overt.

Still, the man is there and it seems to be a relaxing evening, by the lack of work.

and-far-away.livejournal.com

Sharpe's sitting with his feet up on another chair, badge on display and sword slung over his back, keeping an eye on the room.

He'd welcome company.

ulfin-kingsman.livejournal.com

The door opens and Ulfin comes in without looking around, carrying a pair of scuffed and muddy riding boots.

He looks more than a little relieved to be leaving whatever room he just came from. There's a nasty bruise on his temple, though he seems otherwise fine.

go-between.livejournal.com

Richard's at the bar with a pint of lager and a distinct lack of children. He's leaning back on the barstool and toying with a red ring on his thumb.

{ooc: Must get some sleep now. Slowtime is love. ^_^ G'night!}

guppy_sandhu

Guppy pauses to pin something on the notice board before he settles near the infirmary with a pizza bagel.

Lost: A pager, black, last seen Tuesday evening. Small plastic device about 10cm x 4cm x 6cm. Small LCD screen on the front. Weighs about the same as a half pint. Label with 'Dr Gurpreet Sandhu, A+E' on it.
£10 reward for anyone who returns it.
-Dr Guppy Sandhu

female-were.livejournal.com

Despite the fact that the mun should be studying, Raina's in bar. More specifically, she's sitting on a table. Why is said werewolf sitting on the table? Because she's playing a rather elaborate game of cards. It's a form of solitaire, but as there are hundreds of different kinds, it might be hard to guess. Though if it helps, it looks like she's using two decks.

Feel free to find out which one by coming over and asking.

kitchen_maid

OOM: Millitimed to last Tuesday, Amy settles into her room in the House of Arch, and has her first visitors.

lvpd_sidle

"He went in a hostage situation without a gun?" Sara's voice is low, fury and fear underlying the tone.

"It was what he had to do," Grissom says in an equally low tone, his voice hollow. "He saved the woman, Jacqui."

"At what cost? Griss, the doctors said--"

"I know what the doctors said. I don't know what to do."

Glancing up, the pair notice their surroundings for the first time. Turning, they notice the lack of a door behind them.

"This isn't what we fucking need tonight!"

[ooc: Spoilers for tonight's episode of CSI. Only people Sara and Grissom know, say thankya. Slowtime is also love, as the mun must sleep.]

Current Mood: worried

e_delmar

~~Now that the mun has [sort of] defeated her evil keyboard...~~

Ennis is unusually quiet and thoughtful tonight as he sits by the fire, though may be can't tell that just from looking. But he's got his smokes, he's got some whiskey (bottle's more'n half empty), and he's got a wistful sort of - okay, no it ain't a smile, but it's something - on his face.

moody-protector.livejournal.com

Isuzu's a bit bored with the interior of the bar and is currently sitting on a blanket and looking at the universe above her. Hey, if she ignores the semi-consistent explosions for a while, she thinks she can see stars out there.

Pop a squat and chat, she's looking a little lonely.

..not that she'll admit that she's homesick or anything.

tibetanmethod

Cooper comes downstairs, looking...'calm' is a good word.

So is 'clam'. But not as a descriptor in this case.

He takes a seat in a chair by the fireplace, and cracks open a book.

The word 'Tibet' -- also a very good word -- is visible on the cover.

gonna_live

Once upon a time, Mal gave Kaylee a pink iPod mini.

She has joined the ranks of the headphone-wearing masses, on the couch, curled up half-asleep, a book open on her lap. Even if it's bad for the binding.

stilljustandrew

*Andrew's sitting at the bar, chewing on the end of his pen and contemplating the few sheets of blank paper before him. A few crumpled-up efforts litter the bartop nearby.*

*The top sheet currently has nothing written on it except one line at the top: Dear Sir Alanna.*

mogget_cat

*The light in the forest can be seen from quite a distance away, it shines so brightly. The shadows of the trees lie starkly across the ground, radiating from where Yrael stands in a clearing, watching the stars wheel overhead.*

Current Mood: calm

redsnout.livejournal.com

The door is shoved open, and a long reptilian snout pokes in. Raptor Red sniffs the air, huffing a bit to herself in surprise. It's been awhile since she's visited, and the scents are always something of a shock to her nose. With a snort she shakes her head and trots inside, glancing around as she heads for the bar. A few moments later, and she's contentedly gnawing on a hunk of meat that's sitting on the bar. She keeps glancing around every so often as she eats, but it seems for now, the raptor isn't in a hunting mood-and is fairly safe to approach.

misterparker.livejournal.com

Parker looks at bar. "I don't know how this works," he says. "But, could I leave this for Robin?"

He puts down ( a small lunchbag for Puck. )

"And this for the British guy? Likes whiskey and the Middle East."

He puts down another ( bag (for Lawrence). )

Frowning, he watches them disappear. "Thanks." He tries not to be puzzled by new things, is a little intrigued, though.

woolonyourface.livejournal.com

It had been such a long, long time.

After Virginia has been hurt by Gaston, Wolf had taken her through the door to New York City, and Sara had followed after, Wolf had taken Virginia to the hospital.

Then there had just been waiting.

In the meantime, through sheer luck, Sara had found a kind New Yorker who got her to the hospital.

On the brink of death, Virginia and Wolf's baby had to be urged towards the Light by a still-Q-powered Smeagol.

And lo! The baby and Virginia were fine. And the drooly (tailed) baby boy was named, appropriately Hunter. Sara found the right hospital shortly after.

Unfortunately, their troubles weren't over. The police were suspicious and Virginia had no idea how they were going to foot the bill. Thankfully, the spell from the Dragon Dung beans was still on the Murrays, and the rich family took care of the Lewises while Virginia recovered.

Until the cops came.

However, the family made it. A shimmering mirror appeared, set into the door of the bar, and Virginia and Sara came stumbling through, hand in hand. Virginia was a little pale, as if she was recovering from illness, although Sara was bright-eyed with excitement. Right after the two of them came Wolf, carrying a six-month old toddler in a baby-sling, a baby bag over his other shoulder.

Now, all they had to do was go to Snow and explain their absence to Harold. And hope that he'd forgive them.

"We're back!" Virginia exclaimed happily.