milliways_bar | May. 12th, 2006

May. 12th, 2006

There is a red-haired man in black sipping a glass of wine at the bar. He has a book on the history of the Huns. It's quite interesting, if a bit inaccurate in the man's opinion.

river_meimei

River's curled up in an armchair by the fire. (A particular armchair.) She's twisted sideways, her legs tucked under her, and her head resting against the back of the chair.

She's awake. Just quiet.

bev-marsh.livejournal.com

Beverly's been around.

She's got her yo-yo, and a book or two from the bar, and she's been visiting the stables or going for walks outside. Keeping busy. Maybe keeping to herself, a little.

She's curled up in arm armchair now, watching the room with what's mostly idle curiosity.

makes-it-rain.livejournal.com

Hughes isn't quite aware of how much time had passed between when he'd vanished upstairs to find his room and now, when he picks his way over to a comfortable booth, stopping to get a cup of tea and a bowl of soup. He knows it's been longer than one would normally wait between meals, and that he'd slept longer than he had at one time in years, since the last time he'd been truly ill. But were he to guess, he'd set it at perhaps 48 hours. Certainly not at nearly a week.

However, he isn't contemplating the strange mechanics of Milliways' time as he eats his meal. Instead, he's watching the bar's patrons, years of practice making simple observation a hard habit to break. He still sorts the information into useful, interesting, and both; the strange nature of the Bar ensures that in the time being, most tidbits gleaned will fall into the third category.

While he might appear a little worn around the edges, Hughes certainly doesn't seem unfriendly. In fact, he appears to be quite approachable.

maxwellsdemon02

[OOM: Heero takes his lunch break. (Sort of.)]

jack_f_twist

No notes, and Jack surely hates goodbyes, so after sharing some whiskey with Ennis, he goes to the Bar, a loosely filled bag with his extra shirt and one or two odd ends in it in his hand.

Some rumpled bills get laid on Bar's counter, and the bag gets swung over Jack's shoulder, and when he opens the door, dust and Texas wind blow in across his boots, and he squints at the glare of bronzey-blue sky before pulling his hat a little further over his eyes, drops his head.

The closing door cuts off the wind, the dirt, sound of horses and men and trucks, and the dusty-sweet smell of sage and sand.

Nothin' unusual. Let be.

latino_menace

Ramon's in the bar, of course. Could be there's a reason for this, could be that he's just having dinner. He'll claim the second whatever anyone says, though he does seem to be keeping an unusually close eye on his surroundings.

He's open for bothering. It's unclear whether he'll appreciate it but what's new there?

namo

[OOM: Song of a Dove -- Námo returns to the bar late in the evening and finds a napping Gorlim. There is talk, gifts, a promise, and loving. Warnings for schmoop and explicit sexual content.]

undignified

Pilot. Booth. Notepad.

Wes just has a glass of whiskey this time. He's also got that Aurebesh-English chart and that book, and is carefully writing out the words that seem to be most common, along with the alphabet in general.

He can learn this by the end of the month, right? Prove a point to Tycho?

Yeah, sure.

Maybe.

magick-willow.livejournal.com

(OOM: The end of Goldy and Willow's day in Rome. Featuring very drunk women, vampires, singing, violence, and Gucci shoes. Enjoy.)

Current Location: Rome, Italy

flyingsister.livejournal.com

"Look, you gave the belt back fair and square, Sokka, you can't just decide your bag looked better with it and try to snatch it back from Toph--you deserved those bruises--"

"Katara! You're supposed to be on my side!"

"Since whe--"

Okay. The door led to that wacky bar again and closed promptly behind her.

No problem, though. She'd found that she always came back the exact moment she left, no matter how long she stayed.

It was like this place was a secret little hidey-hole, all her own.

Of course, that was because she hadn't gotten a straight answer out of Aang when she obliquely asked him if he knew about it. Then again, she wasn't willing to give a straight answer herself.

timsbooks.livejournal.com

There is a sign up.

"FREE SKATERUGS TO GOOD HOME OR BEST OFFER."

And a Tim leaning back in his chair, snoring a bit. And possibly drooling.

Somewhere around is Hellspawn, if you'd prefer him.

notjustananimal.livejournal.com

It's good to be back.

He's missed this place.

So! That means, since Virginia is still asleep and the bebe is not, Wolf anna bebe at the Bar, having breakfast! (Bebe with dark brown hair just like his parents and a shorter, scruffier version of a tail just like Daddy's) And also Wolf writing a note.

( For Gil )

futures_of_ash

Look, there's a Rachel out by the lake. Anyone suprised? They shouldn't be.

She's about to go swimming, any one want a word before she's off?

treadingturds.livejournal.com

Jocasta's falling into a routine in the mornings. An hour's training, breakfast, then some hours with Ennis in the stables talking about nothing other than horses, and then a shower to get the horsey smell off her. Right now it's the breakfast portion of the morning.

This is why she's in a booth, dressed in clean black jodphurs, tucking into a substantial fried breakfast and washing it all down with a large glass of orange juice.

gotham-knocking.livejournal.com

The door opens, and in comes a man in a tuxedo. It's a very different look for him, isn't it.

"I don't believe it...he has a door to here. I bet he comes here all the time. Lousy stinking rich guy." As Knox already has a cocktail, he just takes a seat for a while.

scion-of-amber.livejournal.com

The number of Amberites in the bar has gone up by one when Fiona walks in. Jeans and a light green top with wooden platforms instead of a gown, and she walks directly over to the Bar. A few minutes later, the princess is at a table, setting down her Trump cards, pencils and some watercolours. She sets up the stand, with the board and paper clipped to it, and then just studies the Bar. Doesn't draw, doesn't paint, just sits on the chair with her hands loosely claspped between her knees, studying the wooden bar.

Considering she's not actually painting or drawing, she probably wouldn't mind distraction. In fact, she'd most likely welcome it.

mommywitch.livejournal.com

Piper’s sitting on the steps leading upstairs again, tea in hand.
She looks very thoughtful.
Then, all of a sudden, she sits up straight and blinks.

She walks over to Bar and says with some amusement, "I’d like my key to room P3 Squared please."

The key appears immediately.

She takes it and walks upstairs.

gone_byebye

Last night got interesting in a hurry for Ray, and then headed off in the direction of other people entirely. No, really; of all the people in Bar, Ray was the only one who genuinely couldn't contribute to what Egon and the others were discussing. Oh, sure, he could lend assistance on paper or with engineering here, but the simple fact was that before anyone could go through with Egon's plans, Ray was going to have to go back to his world and stay there.

He's in the Bar this morning in case Egon or someone else wants to ask him questions about what's coming up, but he's good for conversation in general.

alwaysroomforhope

Why settle for an ordinary entrance post when there's drama going free?

Steph had planned to go spend some quality time with the sunshine, her skaterug and the lake, in that order. But hey, someone's left flowers scattered around. What a mess. Ooh, they're pretty, though. She swoops down from the rafters and scoops one up.

And then, forgetting all she's ever been told about Poison Ivy, contaminated flowers, sex pollen and all other things a Gothamite should really know, she buries her nose in it and sniffs deep.

- look, up near the rafters! Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No, it's... a teenage vigilante falling off her skaterug. Is it your table she's about to land on?

playintheblues.livejournal.com

Little Boy Blue has been sitting in a booth composing a letter for some time now. Finally he stand up and walks over to the bar. "Please deliver this to Ms. White."
The note disappears.

Blue turns around and goes through the front door.

( The Letter )

boundxkitty

Elizabeth is outside by the lake. There's a basket of food because her plan is to stay outside for most of the day without having to go inside for food.

Currently, she's stretched out in the grass, enjoying the sun. Despite the fact that she's in human form, the way she's lounging, there should be no problem seeing that she's a feline.

e_delmar

[OOM: This morning, Ennis and River chat, and Ennis comes to terms with a few things. Or seems to, anyway.]

Ain't so bright inside as it was out, but Ennis blinks his eyes anyway. Can't quite see, can't quite believe what he's seeing, but sure as day (and it is day, he was just out there, after all) it's there. Thinks about going back to the room, thinks about leaving a note for Caspian, and maybe he does. A quick one, scribbled in nearly illegible writing on a napkin - Had to go, back soon - 'cause it's shit to leave a boss in the lurch like that. But that's all and Ennis Del Mar don't need much (only thing he needs ain't here anyways), and so he heads to the door (the door the motherfucking door) with nothing more'n what he came to the bar with, and opens it up into bright sun a cool breeze and the smell of the land.

And he steps through.

shaped-jeedai.livejournal.com

There is a young woman on her knees outside under a tree.

She is digging a hole with her hands in among the tree's roots, on the sunlit side, in the softest patch of dirt she can find.

Her robeskin is wrapped up in a bundle nearby, grey and no longer twitching.

The knees of her jumpsuit are dirty and one of her nails has broken and her eyes are red-rimmed. None of this seems to bother her.

Hole's still not quite deep enough yet.

misterparker.livejournal.com

Parker is drinking coffee. Black. It reminds him of diner coffee at three a.m. and he wonders if Bar did that on purpose. Shrugs it off and waits.

There's a newspaper in front of him, but he's clearly just waiting for interruption.

mysterious-seed.livejournal.com

Is that... Is that... Is that a Bulbasaur? Up in a tree?

Yeah, looks like it. Pretty high up, too, and looking rather grim as it attempts to disentangle a dead tree branch that is dangling rather perilously over the garden path. Widowmakers like that can be dangerous, since they can fall on the unwary without any notice.

Ah, the joys of gardening.

Care to cheer the pokémon on? Or maybe help it down? That's always the hard part, after all.

peerless_thayet

[OOM: In Tortall, Jon and Thayet meet in the palace gardens.]

witchy-rebel.livejournal.com

A girl with her baby is not an unsual sight in Milliways, not by any means. Granted this girl hasn't been down in the bar for a while, but, still.

Just a girl in a Roman dress with a baby in a basket, sitting on a couch.

What is unusual, though, is that Morgan is making coloured balls of light dance just out of Mordred's reach to entertain him. Yeah, someone can't sleep.

mollyprewett.livejournal.com

[[OOM: Shufti needed sleep last night, so Molly and Cain babysat Jack.

Then, to avoid having any little Jacks of their own too soon, Molly brews a potion and discusses things with Cain.]]

geeky-agent.livejournal.com

[OOM: While out of the Milliways, Jack runs into Chris again. They talk and head back to her place...

In the morning there's a lingering goodbye.]

Current Mood: calm

not-one-drop.livejournal.com

She's tired.

It happens.

But she's also restless, annoyed with only the bar and outdoors for space, but not really wanting to go home even if the door would let her. So she's seated in a booth, people watching and juggling quietly with oranges.

Bother?

bindsthedragon.livejournal.com

[OOM: Megwyn goes to visit her fellow Companion of Valdemar, Kalira, and they talk of home, current things, and a little of the future.]

http://users.livejournal.com/_to_the_bone/

It's been a long time, from Jack's perspective, and it's clear from the expression in his eyes that he isn't where he thought he would be.

The second he looks up, he takes a step backwards. It is, however, too late, and his back connects with the wood of the door that has swung shut.

For better, for worse, Jack Frost is temporarily back in Milliways.

This seems to be, to Jack at least, a rather scary thought.

sister-lucy.livejournal.com

There's a table in the bar. This table has a drink on it. The drink has a parasol in it.

At said table, is seated an Angel.

Some might argue that's not what she is, but Lucy will be more than happy to inform them they're wrong.

kurosakiboy.livejournal.com

The thing about Ichigo, is, quite simply, he gets hurt a lot. And when I say hurt, I don't mean he stubs his toes.

The aforementioned Shinigami teenager doesn't really walk into Milliways today. He's just...there. One minute, there is but a wooden floor, the next, bleeding teen. He opens his eyes slowly, his vision blurry for a moment. Once he's sure of where he is, he grabs his sword and uses the six foot long weapon (currently wrapped in cloth so as not to ruin the floor) to help himself up. Once he is standing, however shakily, he glances around, trying not to let the dangerous amount of blood leaking out of his wounds bother him. He has been stabbed, right through the chest, about an inch or so to the right of the center of his chest. He's pretty sure it didn't get anything vital, and he's pretty sure it's not through and through, but it still hurts. The other wound he's sporting ~~oh so fashionably~~ is a very deep cut into his side. Again, Ichigo doesn't think it has done any damage to any vital organs or whatnot, but having an almost six inch deep gash in your right side can't be healthy.

Still clutching the bandaged sword tightly, he begins to limp his way over to the bar, not giving the infirmary a second glance. Well, a third, or fourth. So maybe it's in his best interest, but he doesn't have time to ~~have his life saved~~ get stuck in some hospital bed for days or weeks. This is why he's casually making his way over to the bar. It's working very well.

Limp.

"Ow."

Limp.

"Ow."

Limp, limp, limp.

"Ow, ow, fuck ow."

Oh good, he's arrived. He asks bar for a drink and something to stop the bleeding (he's ruining the floor) but all he gets is a soda (no complaints) and a band-aid (many curses). Apparently, Bar's also of the opinion he should seek real help. He can only lose so much blood before he comes down with a nasty case of death.

give-us-candy.livejournal.com

They haven't been down much in a while, only once or twice this week, just to check on their sign-up sheet and get some food.

But now? They're sitting, quietly waiting.

tragic_mask

Melpomene sits at a booth by the window and stares out, focus blurring as she looks at nothing-in-particular. She feels particularly vulnerable today-- a particularly mortal being, though she knows she will still live forever.

She turns away from the window, heaves an enormous sigh, and slumps in her seat. (Lonely muse in a bar. Come cheer up.)

agreathunter.livejournal.com

John Locke is at the bar.

John Locke is Moody.

This does not bode well.

jack_inthegreen

Jack is at a table, playing Dominos.

sanguimmuno.livejournal.com

Salazar Slytherin, enters the bar quietly and seats himself at the Bar and orders some wine, carefully watching the other patrons.

Odd patterns are showing themselves back home. Makes one a little tense.

curlys-boy.livejournal.com

Kyle's in the bar, sitting at a table near one of the windows. He's watching the moon rise as he sips from a tankard of ale. In front of him is a simple dinner of mostly rare red meat and a few potatoes for color. Strangely enough, he's alone on tonight. He's not adversed to company and would be more than willing to talk to a few folks.

Anyone with a sharp nose could smell the wolf on his skin.

lvpd_sidle

Two CSIs are seated across from each other in a booth.

Every so often, Sara glares over in the direction the door would normally be.

Gil is holding a forensic journal, apparently reading. But he has not noticed the journal is upside down.

Both are quiet.

lt-naraht.livejournal.com

Mayhem can start out so innocuously.

For example. Sulfur, charcoal and potassium nitrate. Individually, not much to worry about. Put them together and you get gunpowder.

Iron ore and carbon. Combine the two and you get battle-quality steel.

Anything can be a weapon if you are creative. The scattered components on the table may not look like much...that is if you're not a Federation engineer. A little while back Naraht created a stun-only phaser from components he received from Bar. After the Demon War on Andrew's world was over, he disassembled it.

But he kept the parts. Never know when you might need something like that.

In other words, we have Horta doing a slow-burn in Milliways. Come and poke. It's highly unlikely you have anything to do with Ray's disappearance, so it should be relatively safe.

bloodyrockgod

Charlie. Guitar. Bare feet.

( But not exactly a love song. )

He's been thinking a lot lately. And not finding any answers.

almost-arabian.livejournal.com

Lawrence is sitting at the fire, fingers absently tracing over his pistol. His gaze is travelling around the room lazily.

No, the pistol isn't loaded - he's simply admiring it, turning over the weapon in his hands over and over and thumbing the barrel, the trigger.

not-one-drop.livejournal.com

Outside. Outside is where she goes because the bar is warm and noisy and crowded and she's hot.

For once in her life, she feels hot and angry and in need of the cool night air that wraps around her like arms and holds her gently. She runs from the bar, pushes and mutters 'excuse me' and runs until she can't run anymore, and then sinks down, fingers entwined in the grass, and laughs.

Eventually, she moves to the lake and kicks off her shoes, resting her feet in the shallows and splashing water onto her face.

She's barely visible in the gloom.

stubborn-annie.livejournal.com

Harry and Annie Wells are, very briefly, together in the Bar this evening before sunset. It doesn't last for long- certainly not long enough for anyone to speak to the both of them together. Just long enough for a few murmured words, a kiss, and a squeezing of hands. Then the lifelong soldier is gone, out the back door at top speed, out of sight before the door can even finish swinging shut.

Annie, for her part, lets out a long and tired sigh as she settles into one of the chairs near the fire.

(( ~~OOC: I've got to go idle for a while, but I'll pick up the tags when I get back.~~ Back now. ))

action-antihero.livejournal.com

Pulling his bag over his shoulder and donning his sunglasses, Jack makes his way through the bar, heading for the door after a quick stop to drop a note off at the bar for Kim, letting her know that he's heading back out. He's been in the bar for a couple days, but it's about time he headed home and started working on a few things around his place for once, now that it's June and he's not needed by his neighbours as much. He really needs to start on levelling the porch.

Looking through his bag, to make sure he's got everything he wanted from his room, he steps through the door, not watching where he's going. He's gone in and out at least half-a-dozen times by now and it's always opened to the same spot, so he doesn't even think of looking up when he walks out.

It's only just as the door's swinging shut that he realizes he's not where he should be.

doc-lecter.livejournal.com

Hannibal Lecter is at the piano, quietly playing music. By ear, he matches Charlie's playing, quietly harmonizing. Quietly enough not to disturb Charlie, just in case it might anger that worthy; he doesn't know the man after all.

Playing relaxes him.

angela-edmunds.livejournal.com

Angela is sitting at the bar tonight, lost in certain thoughts of someone, and not paying much attention to much else. She looks happy and very contented.

She's wearing blue jeans, a pale blue blouse that really brings out the red-gold of her hair and the blue of her eyes, and has her hair pulled back into a braid.

She's grinning and drinking a Coca-Cola, playing with the condensation on the sides of the glass.

[OOC: locked for plot, sorry]

dragonvolunteer.livejournal.com

Cimorene is at a small table with cheese and crackers and some apple slices. They are all very tasty, but there is more than enough for sharing. She looks around the bar as she munches, hoping to see people she knows.

human-magnet.livejournal.com

Magneto storms through the door and stops. He looks like he'd been working himself up into a Grand High Dudgeon when Milliways interfered. He glared at nothing for a moment as if mentally getting one last word in, in an argument before closing his eyes and centering himself before he continues to the counter of the bar.

"Brandy, please. Something obscure, if you would."

A giant snifter appears on the counter and he dips his nose into it. With a delicate snif, he smiles slightly. "Thank you."

He takes the brandy and retires fire-ward. Once there, he stares into the mesmerising flames as he tries to forget what they want him to help them do.

pirate_jack

[OOM: Yo, ho, yo, ho, a pirate's life for me!

Or in other words, Captain Jack Sparrow and Del of the Endless set off on the start of an Adventure.]

[OOC: Psst. Ignore any and all previous date stamps. Time's twisty when it's those two, anyway. This is happening in some version of the present. Really.]

god-among-bugs.livejournal.com

Pyro in the bar.

He's eating eggs and Nova, potato hash, and some sort of flavored coffee. He thinks it might be Green Mountain, but Pyro usually doesn't care about brands. In any case, it tastes good.

He's a little disappointed because the bar wouldn't give him the materials raw so he could cook his own. Apparently, it doesn't trust him because he hasn't given up his "weapon" yet.

Excuse him if he doesn't quite trust a flat surface that can materialize objects out of nowhere.

Still, the bar hasn't tried to poison him yet, so he might ask it for a key. He's been bumming around for the past few weeks, and even though he's spent time in worse places, lived on the streets of New York for a bit before Xavier's picked him up but after his parents tossed him out, it would be nice to sleep in a bed.

Come and talk to him, if you like. The food's good, so he's not moving.

dragonofgrey.livejournal.com

Draco was dressed in a hooded wizard robes, with the hood up to cover his pale hair. The dagger was sheathed, and strapped to his belt, and his wand was secured but easily accesible in a moment's notice. His grey eyes kept scanning and observing the bar. There was tea in front of him, and barely picked food. There was also some notes, and books. Mostly dealing with stealth.

Current Music: Rockwell's "Somebody's Watching Me"

jackdriscoll.livejournal.com

He's here for a moment before he's gone again. You might have seen him place a large box on the bar, might have heard him say, "Give these to whoever wants them," might have seen him post the following note on the bulletin board:

COPIES OF JACK DRISCOLL'S PLAY, "ISOLATION," AVAILABLE AT THE BAR

Whatever you saw or heard, you certainly didn't see or hear them for long, for as soon as Jack has accomplished these things he's out of the door again, back to 1933.

just_the_doctor

The Time Lord contingent of the bar now increases by one as the Doctor strolls in from the back door and orders some tea and biscuits from Bar.

He heads over to his favorite spot by the Observation Window and relaxes into a booth.

~~And despite what Fandom Wank thinks, he is not thinking about having sex with his own previous incarnations. Not even a little bit.~~

He would, however, dearly love company. Because meeting people is edutainment!

singlesoledjest.livejournal.com

Mercutio is cross-legged on the floor, a frown of deep concentration on his face. One narrow, precise hand is adding a fried paradox to the edifice of fried paradoxes in front of him.

It's supposed to be a castle.

What?

nita_callahan

One of the booths has acquired a wizard, with her legs stretched along one bench, a mug of tea, and an open manual. The manual is lying open on the table, and a circle of Speech is glowing softly on its pages.

For those with the eyes to read, the characters describe a wizardry for carefully altering the physical nature of certain types of rock -- the kind you might find on Mars, for instance.

Nita's planning to deal with that cell number when she gets home.

i_grenfelz

Pay no attention to the girl swiveling on the barstool.

Well, okay, maybe you should, because there's no telling what she'll do if she feels ignored.

un_fallen

It's been a rough week, which is nothing new, but Raguel's not normally quite so on edge. He moves restlessly toward the bar, then detours to the fireplace, then hesitates, looking back at the observation window. Fingers tap impatiently on the strap of his bag until he lets it fall with a sigh of frustration, leaning against the nearest table. The bag hits the floor with a sharp clunk and he glares at it.

Somebody didn't get the bad guy today.

Current Mood: frustrated

guppy_sandhu

Guppy has had no luck so far finding his pager, so he has a new shiny one, which every now and again makes random noises for no apparent reason.
One of them sounds like a small mosquito buzzing across the room.
He's wondering if it's payback from work for having got onto his third pager in a year.

Anyway:

The doctor is in

He is in a booth near the infirmary, with tea and a newspaper.

[ooc: Mun has hayfever and is not feeling well at all, but will probably be around for a while. Apologies in advance for denseness and increased inability to spell]

shall-go-free.livejournal.com

The front door opens and an angel enters, hesitating only briefly as he steps over the threshold.

Xas tips up his sunglasses, smiling slightly, then heads to Bar to get a glass of wine.

His bare feet make little sound on the wooden floor, though he does leave faint traces of sand in his wake.

It's a hazard of spending time at the beach, really.

prydeful

Kitty is contemplating her mug.

It's coffee.

On the one hand, that means it should be drunk immediately, no matter what other circumstances may be, because coffee is like that.

On the other hand, caffeine has a habit of keeping people up.

Conflict.

Hmmm.

...

Kitty is draining her coffee mug as she sits with a tabloid and flips through, wondering a little if Reed Richards knows he's the father of Spider-Woman's unborn child.

Probably not.

uncommongardenr.livejournal.com

If asked, Dickon would have to admit that he's been avoiding Milliways since Blodwen Rowlands' return.

But Mary hasn't let it make her stay away, and if he's going to look after her better this time, he can't, either.

Besides, he doesn't want to let it make him stay away.

There's a certain carefulness in his manner, though, as he sits near the fire with a cup of tea, and a sprig of apple blossom pinned to the lapel of his jacket.

He doesn't know how much it might help, but it can't hurt.

othercaptjack

Delicate Flower inna bar!

Jack, to be precise, lounging against Bar with a cheerful, all-embracing grin. He's been pretty well booked for a good while - not that that's in any way a bad thing - but he has an evening free tonight, so he's down in the bar looking for conversation. Oooh, and maybe something coconutty and alcoholic.

Cheers!

saionjisenpai.livejournal.com

There's a willowy boy with long green hair sprawled on a couch with the boneless grace of seventeen.

Saionji's got a notebook open on his chest. Apparently it's a very vexing notebook; at least, he's chewing on a pencil and regarding the blank page with dissatisfaction.

consummate-vs.livejournal.com

Once there was a peaceful bar,
full of many peaceful patrons.
Until one day there came a dragon-man.
Burninating up all the patrons.

And he was TROGDOR
And he was INNA BAR

But he is always TROGDOR!

gone_byebye

The notes are out, spread all over his table and layered in ways that normally take months on end to achieve back home. And yet, Ray is going over all of them- even if he does have to do it through stratigraphic analysis and investigation techniques.

There's gonna be trouble, and if he can't be there, he can at least contribute somehow.

muddypetticoats.livejournal.com

She might look strange, but is certainly no stranger.

Liz Bennet had been about the bar in the past several months, but there was always something to distract her and claim her attention elsewhere. It would hardly be surprising if no one had noted her presence at all, and she would certainly not be offended by such an omission.

Tonight, however, she is able for the first time in quite a while to mingle about, and consort in bar society as she was used to do. However, as her idea of mingling continues to be to linger at a corner table with a cup of tea and observe, the amount of socializing to actually take place remains to be seen.

The best part of a Milliways experience is often to simply watch the interaction.

chazaqiel.livejournal.com

Chicago is drizzling, quiet and ordinary. About damn time things slowed down.

A seven-foot tall fallen angel ducks into the bar, his suit immaculately cut and immaculately dry. It's been a while. Chaz positions himself at the bar with a flute of Atlantean and studies the bar absently.

redsnout.livejournal.com

Lounging in the bar is a bored-looking raptor-well, she looks as bored as she can. She's rather lacking in the facial expressions department. Raptor Red eyes the rest of the bar, occasionally yawning. With a full belly and a comfortable place to rest, she's fine with staying where she is for the moment, but that doesn't mean she isn't keeping an eye out for anything else of interest.

capt_angie

Angelina inna bar!

You want more detail? FINE!

Angelina is sitting at the bar with a glass of OJ and a plate of chicken salad with, of course, a side order of paradoxes. Come and say hi!

flowerofsteel.livejournal.com

There's a lady in the bar who maybe you haven't noticed before.

Nevertheless, she's been there. ~~Really.~~ And she's there now, eating stew, and looking oddly blank.

She usually does.

iambetadraconis

Rabastan's in the bar.

No wait. That's not true.

He's on the bar.

Bar roof that is.

Staring at the moon and the stars and their light that's reflected off the surface of the lake.

It's a peaceful quiet May evening for the wizard.

And he's enjoying it.

Because he doesn't get many of them.

Current Mood: peaceful
Current Location: On the roof
Current Music: "On the Turning Away" - Pink Floyd

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Penelope Clearwater has discovered that she is able to leave the bar and return to it.

And leave again.

This strikes her as slightly miraculous.

The only remaining problem?

Her unsettled tab.

Therefore, there is an ex-Ravenclaw curled up with tea and a book (this evening, Fog of Fear: Wizard-Muggle Relations Through the Ages).

She may or may not be contemplating robbing a bank.

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Amy, with tea and cookies and a book.

It's a good night to just relax, and see if there are any friends to catch up with.

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Ginny's in the bar.. she's looking around ready to meet new people because she'll talk to any one Once

Current Mood: creative

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[oom: After the slight stabbing incident with Mal (yes, again), things can only get worse. And they do.]

Sands is sat over by the fire, with a new bruise on his face and a bandage on his hand, staring into nothingness as he diligently smokes his way through an entire pack of cigarettes. Somebody should probably stop him before they’re all gone, but from the look on his face the interruption would not be taken kindly. At all.