milliways_bar | May. 16th, 2006

May. 16th, 2006

moresexthanme.livejournal.com

Another night, another rejection. Another evening spent reading a book on spiders.

Poor Winnifred.

At this rate, the only thing it looks like he has going for him is that he showed up here tonight.

Might as well get a drink.

[ooc: Okay, he's gone now. As am I. Time for bed!]

latino_menace

OOM: A Silent Conversation

[OOC: Warnings for a few lines of whitetexted abusive thoughts (and a few regular whitetexted thoughts) - also, kidnap situation and a mental desire for violence.]

lt-naraht.livejournal.com

There is a Horta in the Bar.

That, by itself, has not been unusual for this last year. But, this time, Naraht is watching the area of the Door intently. On the table beside him are various devices and supplies: medikits, tricorders, folding stretchers, blankets. There is also a large, chilled keg full of Ray's Green Stuff standing by.

He's been in this position ever since the rescue party left last night...and he's not gonna budge until they get back.

transgenic-max.livejournal.com

It's been a while since Max has been in the bar. Visibly, anyway, though she's good enough at going unnoticed that she may have just been unseen.

Either way, she's here now, stalking through the door, jaw set and eyes narrowed. Her attention isn't on anything in the bar, though. Or rather, nothing she hadn't brought with her. One hand is curled around a newspaper of some sort, hard enough to crumple the lower edges, and her eyes are fixed on the photo on the front page. 'Unhappy' does not really cover her expression.

Anyone care to distract the X5?

tibetanmethod

Cooper and Moiraine were talking.

And now Moiraine gets up, and heads for the staircase.

And after a moment's pause for last-minute consideration, Cooper follows.

shall-go-free.livejournal.com

[OOM: Xas and Thom, from Xas' side]

timsbooks.livejournal.com

Tim is in bar.

He's chatting amiably with Hellspawn.

Tag away

archimedes19.livejournal.com

The front door opens to reveal a mathemetician with a scroll in hand. When did he leave Milliways and how long has he been gone not even he could probably tell you. In fact it isn't until he bumbs into a table that he even looks up. Maybe it's yours.

oldestcharmed1.livejournal.com

Prue is staring at her cup of coffee that she has in hand. How long she has been doing that she doesn't know but the coffee has long since gone cold. Her hands are steady at the moment though every so often she surcomes to the pain in her heart with a shutter.

kitchen_maid

[OOM: Millitimed to late last night/early this morning. Amy can't sleep.]

magius-unlocked.livejournal.com

Magius enters the main area and glances around. He nods,, then and collecting a glass of his usual red wine from Bar, settles into a booth.

He sips carefully and watches the room. Much has happened recently and it weighs on him. So many have been hurt and the Balance is swinging out of true.

His eyes glint softly silver as he watches the bar area and thinks.

eldorne-girl.livejournal.com

[Delia is in the bar, nursing a cup of coffee. She'd had an interesting night's sleep, so the Delicate Flower is looking a trifle, well...

delicate]

[...more so then normal, anyway]

mommywitch.livejournal.com

Piper comes stumbling through the door, looking like she has just gotten out of a war zone. Which..she has more or less. Dust, pieces of rubble is all over her and in her hair. Her face is covered is soot..
Not that she seems to care in the least.

As soon as she's over the threshold she calls out frantically, "Prue?!
..Phoebe??
..Paige??"
She shakes her head and fumbles for something invisible.
"Powers of the Witches Rise,
Course unseen across the skies,
Come to us who call you near,
Come to us and Settle here,
Blood to blood we summon thee,
Blood to blood return to me."

Her voice begins to falter.
"P-Powers of the witches rise,
Cou-Course unseen..
Course unseen across the skies,
Come to us..

Come to me..."

Piper falls to her knees and buries her face in her hands. Her sobs shake her body.
"Come to me.."

[OOC: This is in no way plot locked, but appoach with caution.]

gotham-knocking.livejournal.com

Enter the reporter. In the newspaper he's carrying there is an article he helped write (but without his byline) under the banner "CRIME RATES DROPS - FIRST TIME IN 40 YEARS!" There are also stories, below the fold, about Mayor Borg's unstated plans for the upcoming elections, and tensions between the US and Panama (which at least Knox can find on a map). There's also an article in the entertainment section about a show premiering soon on Fox, a new cartoon of all things.

Knox also has a folder with him containing things he's promised to show people in the Bar.

Come say hi.

wyrd-fox.livejournal.com

[OOM: Foxtrot X-ray pays a visit to his old stomping grounds and picks up a special something for a special girl.]

wyrd-fox.livejournal.com

The Door opens and in saunters a rather smug kitsune. FX has swapped his usual red-leather jacket for a green-silk shirt and ivory trousers with thong sandles on his feet.

He marches over to the Bar with a grin on his face and places a note on her surface.

( To Mary Lennox )

"Can you get that to Mary, love? And I'd really like a Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster while you're at it."

The note is replaced by a seething glass. FX picks it up and salutes Bar with it. "Thanks muchly."

And now he's off to find something amusing to get into.

alwaysroomforhope

There's a Steph, curled up in a chair near the fire, in slippers and a big fluffy scarf. She's casting the occasional baleful glance in a certain Firebender's direction, and she looks tired and miserable; but she has a mug of hot chocolate. And as we all know, hot chocolate cures almost all ills, so she won't be antisocial if you come to talk.

Unless you're Zuko. Stupid fire princes and their stupid pride.

the-silver-lady.livejournal.com

Celebrían is seated by a fireplace, reading a book Sara had given her. She sings quietly while she reads, contentment on her face.

"A Elbereth Gilthoniel
silivren penna míriel
o menel aglar elenath!
Na-chaered palan-díriel
o galadhremmin ennorath,
Fanuilos, le linnathon
nef aear, sí nef aearon!"

grovecj.livejournal.com

[[ There are two unattended threads for people, one for Amanda Darieux and Sam Linnfer, here and one for Beka Valentine, here. There is also a millitimed thread that needs progression, for Mona Sax, right here. All those are based on the 'Muscle' thread placed here. ]]

randomsbastard.livejournal.com

Why Martin?

Because he's there.

He is, too, with a dazed expression that says quite clearly "I have not yet had coffee. If you are under five feet tall, please forgive the fact that I will mistake you for something small and fluffy."

He's working at getting to the bar. In a stumbly kind of way.

princeinexile

He had checked the suites.

He'd made sure that his uncle didn't have a suite registered for himself.

He had been over every inch of the bar.

He'd gone as deep into the woods as he could walk for over an hour, and trundled back, tired and angry and hungry.

The wait rats knew that look. They stayed out of his way. Zuko marched to the Door, and threw it open. The frozen greenery of the wood lay beyond, undisturbed. But it wasn't Iroh's time. It was his, and their timelines--weren't inline. If he went out to find him, it wouldn't be right; they were separated -- Iroh was alone, he was somewhere else -- again!

"Son of a BITCH!" proceeded the hinge-rattling slam of the Door, and angry firebender kicking his way outside to pace the woods in his rage, trailing puffs of smoke in the place of his breath.

Zuko was not a happy camper.

henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com

[OOM. Indy unwittingly drops into 132 after a quick trip back to New York. His reports contains various things of interest to Mel, including his first impressions of Erin. Mel is a Bad Sister! Or possibly a good one...]

e_delmar

[OOM: Life out of Milliways ain't quite what Ennis remembers.]

bohemian-mark.livejournal.com

Throughout the years, there have been various methods of coming into the bar. Falling through the cieling is definitely not the least of these.
To causing a commotion!
Thus, for a moment, an area near the middle of the bar might hear some vague rock music, followed by a couple gallons of water, some wood debris, and a swearing, wet filmmaker fall from the ceiling. Lying on the floor, in a puddle, Mark looks up at the rafters, wincing. "Damnit. Why the hell didn't anyone tell me how long that leak had been there?" Standing, he brushes some of the mess off of him. "And where the hell are the Super Mario Brothers when you need them?"

[ooc: Mark was accompanied by some water from a leaky sink when he fell. Feel free to have a character get wet.]

not-one-drop.livejournal.com

Mal sits in the bar, eyes dark and quiet, carefully sharpening a knife. Sitting at a corner booth, watching the bar, back stiff and straight. Waiting, and watching, her eyes are fixed on the stone door in the wall, the one with blood on the handle.

The whetstone makes a soft noise as it polishes the knife to a gleaming finish.

[ooc: ~~I'll be on and off, but should always return within 15-20 minutes.~~Back for good!]

gorlim.livejournal.com

[OOM: Payment, part 5 - Ruin shows Gorlim his wife's death. Warning for violence and minor sexual content.]

Immediately after the preceeding...

There is a scarecrow-like man in the middle of the bar. On his knees. Dressed in full warrior's garb of Dorthonion, which looks something like Scottish war costume given a heavy injection of leather and Tolkien. A sword lies beside him, forgotten. His hands are open on his lap, palms-up. His head is bowed, face hidden behind ragged hair.

He does not move.

He makes no sound.

Defeated.

[ooc: Part of Suit of Swords plot, but NOT LOCKED!! Open to all tags.]

p3-premonitions.livejournal.com

(OOM: Millitimed to a few weeks ago Teen Phoebe meets Cupid )

Current Mood: confused

necessary_child

Sam spent a large part of yesterday asleep, getting over his jetlag. However, he's here now, tucked away in a booth with the book he originally went to Thailand to retrieve from Buddha. He's got coffee and a lamp and is poring over it, very, very carefully. After all, it is several thousand years old.

That said, he's not currently in any sort of rush to finish. Feel free to distract him.

shelley_winters

You know what makes Shelley happy?

Coffee.

Oh, she loves her tea with the passion of a born Britisher, but coffee has it's place in her heart as well. Particularly strong, very fresh coffee and just a bit of creamy milk. Mmmm. Caffeine. Contented chirpiness emanates from the armchair when she has curled up comfortably.

The pleasant aroma seems to be taking over the little corner, which is perfectly alright with her.

dreamer_fray

There's some kid sitting cross-legged on a table near the Bar.

Harth's face is thoughtful, which in his case means 'blank'. Thin white fingers tap gently and rhythmically on the edge of the table, but otherwise he is almost worryingly motionless. His glasses catch the light at the slight tilt of his head, obscuring his eyes.

But... come talk to him if you want. Why not?

gil-whimple.livejournal.com

Out of the kitchen storms a faun, hooves clicking irritably, with an equally determined rat hot on his heels. Gil heads for the viewing window where the universe crashes and rumbles - traditional spot for staf and patrons who are troubled - and throws himself into a chair, making it rock a bit.

Squeak, says Ratty, swarming up onto the back of the chair.

"Yeah, and yer Mum," he replies rudely and winces as she slaps his ear.

Squeak, squeeeeaaak , squee-ee-eee-eeee-ak she squeaks again.

"Well alllll right," Gil says. "I'll stay out of the kitchen, I won't shed in the soup. I won't come back until you say I can. Happy?"

Ratty is plainly less than enthralled with his attitude but nods her head and sighs.

This time last year Gil spent mainly in human shape so it wasn't an issue but now, even as she watches, the air around him is filling with wisps of soft brown fluff as he sheds his lovely warm winter coat ready for his sleeker summer look.

Responsible for quality control, there's no way she can risk getting that in the soup.

Ratty nods and pats his shoulder and he hurrumphs and doesn't look as she scampers away.

He manages to stay annoyed for - oh - maybe five minutes before his herd instincts kick in and he begins to feel upset and in need of someone to comfort him.

Approach with caution, Gil's in a huggy mood now.

misterparker.livejournal.com

Parker rolls his shoulders and scans the room. He's wearing long sleeves and smells faintly of hospital. He's hurt. He's here.

He wonders if it's a theme.

asar-suti.livejournal.com

Asar-Suti was in the bar today, by the fireplace, reading in huge, leather-bound tomes.

They were just gardeing books from Gil's world, but who would know that?

He had coffee, too, of course.

[[OOC: Plot-locked to library members, especially those that still need to join for certain plot reasons, and Gil]]

gravity_shifter

Sikozu has yet again comandeered a rather large table. She sits at it right now, quite contentedly, with enough food to feed a small army. Certainly not a Kalish army, but that's beside the point. After all, they're not known for their military force.

Anyway, petite alien, with a lot of food and visible Security badge in the bar.

bloodyrockgod

Charlie has his guitar and his notebook. Music has been written, but now it's time to just amuse himself.
( And he likes this song a lot. )
Of course, if he'd written it it'd be about brown eyes instead of green, but we'll not quibble.

always-thirsty.livejournal.com

Thomas. In the bar.

Mun... needs to read his new canon. Thus he's with Mouse, the dog asleep on his feet. Thomas's feet.

It's cozy.

For his part, he sipping on a beer and letting his eyes wander around.

forge-fire.livejournal.com

He's... here.

It happens.

Quiet and inconspicuous and warm, sipping at a cup of wine and popping an olive into his mouth every so often. Kalamata, thank you, not any of those green ones with the red bits in the middle. There might be cheese involved eventually, but for right now he's good with this.

milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com

The time's coming when Wells is going to have to assemble some people that he knows and take care of things back home, but for now he's putting that time off. He and Annie spent most of the day together. For now she's off doing more research on other worlds' recipes to see what she can adapt to her own use. Harry, for his part, is settled in at a table near the fire. Dinner's done with, and he's got a pint; it's really not a bad situation at all.

krazyglusurgeon.livejournal.com

The door opens. The door shuts. He turns around to lock the door behind him only to find the door without a lock.

...not his flat, then.

He drops his bag and turns, turning to take in what wasn't his flat before almost falling back against the door.

"Shit."

So it hadn't been a hallucination brought about by the massive explosion above his head, numerous blows to the head by werewolf paws, and a near death experience.

"Glad this place's a bloody bar."

One trip to the counter, coming right up.

white_flowers

[OOM: Two weeks spent in Milliways' cells allows a lot of time for visitors. However, all good things must come to an end-- including jail sentences.

Or in other words, Blodwen Rowlands is now free once more.]

[OOC: A summary of the visitation thread events can be found here.]

kitchen_maid

Amy has settled in at a table not far from the painting that leads back to the House, and with her back to the door.

She has coffee, a watchful expression, and Peter Aurelious.

theravenboy

Soft, high music plays from beyond the doorway. Bran Davies, harp cradled in his arms, pushes open the Milliways front door. Dark glasses block his expression, but his posture straightens imperceptibly when he notices who else is in the bar tonight.

white_flowers

In contrast to the last time she had entered the bar, her arrival here this evening is quiet and fairly unobtrusive. Blodwen Rowlands leaves the cells and approaches the bar, carrying her knitting in the crook of one arm, and makes a soft request.

The Bar, however, seems disinclined to be of assistance, and her name on the tab board brightens pointedly. Very pointedly. Blodwen laughs. "Goodness me, dear, but I was not here to attend to it -- well, no matter."

Smiling, she reaches into a pocket of her white cloak and pulls out something that looks like a few diamonds of the first water-- all icicle-clear and strangely cold as she sets them down. They lie there for a few moments before being absorbed, and her tab blinks into the black.

It's replaced with a pot of tea, a room key -- evidently her old room had been turned over during her long absence -- and a gift. Her gentle smile thins as she notices this last.

"How very thoughtful." It's mild, however, as reactions go. Unusual, that.

Soon afterward, the woman in white is settled at a corner table with her tea and her knitting, smiling warmly as she watches the people passing through the room.

dragonvolunteer.livejournal.com

The time has come (the princess said) to talk of many things, or at least to have some dinner, so Cimorene is at a small table with a plate of food and a smile.

Talking of many things is entirely optional, but more than welcome.

angela-edmunds.livejournal.com

[OOM: Breathing.

Warning for...angst. There, I said it.]

kayip.livejournal.com

Behrooz is sitting at a table that faces, the door, a book in Spanish open in front of him, though he's gazing in the direction of the door instead.

Then he realizes what he's doing, drinks some of the rather strong coffee on the table next to him, and looks at the book again.

It doesn't really hold his attention for long.

prydeful

Kitty is very carefully not looking embarrassed--or, for that matter, at anyone--when she comes in.

Nope. No blushing here.

Instead she orders coffee from a waitrat and sits at a booth, flipping through a magazine.

Not embarrassed. Or blushing.

Not her.

Nope.

the_antiangst

Angel's over by the fireplace, reading.
Whatever it is, it's apparently very funny. Still, company would not be unwelcome.

(OOC: Mostly done with that odd ritual known as packing to move out of the dorm, keyword there being 'mostly.' May be slightly sporadic, but am hereish.)

jackdriscoll.livejournal.com

Jack is seated by the fire, thinking.

...not doing more than that. Yay minimalism?

Current Mood: pensive

shall-go-free.livejournal.com

Xas comes in by the back door, feet bare and hair tousled.

He might have been running, because the wind certainly isn't blowing hard enough to cause that effect.

And he has no wings for flying.

It's the work of a moment to get a glass of wine from Bar, and then he tucks himself neatly in the corner of a booth near the back. It's not particularly shadowy, but the surrounding tables are mostly empty.

He finds this relaxing.

jaded-jedi.livejournal.com

The door opens and in steps Mara, her hair pinned up carefully, and in green Jedi Masters robes. She has just left some Very Important Meeting.

She sighs, not wanting to really be here right now...turns around, and runs right into the wall. Because where there was a door, is a door no more.

"Oh, kriff no." She kicks the wall, then winces. "Shavit. That's not kriffing funny, you stupid bar."

She heads towards a table, pushing salt and pepper shakers over as she does it, looking like an angry child. An angry child with a lot of Force power.

namo

Námo is in the bar.

Curled on a sofa.

His eyes are distant and he is brooding. He is wearing comfortable, casual clothing, his hair still damp, but he doesn't look happy.

Bother at will.

withamagicword

Billy is in the rafters, watching the bar main area and tapping half-heartedly at his laptop. Everything that has happened recently has him confused and reeling and not sure about things. So he is up where he can watch and not be seen easily and... not brooding. He knew Batman long enough to know that was bad for you, so he is definitely not doing that. Nope. Not at all.

Teen. Rafters. Laptop. Not Brooding.

silvia-broome.livejournal.com

Silvia is at the bar. With a beer.

Still with the minimalism.

maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com

Elaine comes downstairs and takes a tray from Bar.

It's been a very long week, and she's rather worried about Angela, herself.

But she will endeavour to be pleasant and cheerful, nevertheless.

How may she serve you?

creator_raven

Raven is settled in an armchair by the fire, legs sprawling over one arm, head tilted back across the other.

It's better than stretching, in some ways.

He's holding a plate of cookies on his belly, and occasionally eats one.

The rest of the time he hums, fingers picking absently at the unravelling sleeve of his coat.

moroccofor1year.livejournal.com

*Way too immersed in the brand new album in her hands, Penny wanders in. Working at a record store new albums come in all the time but this was Led Zeppelin. She was heading to the hifi to put it on but looking up she notices she isn't at the store anymore.*

I'll just listen to it later.

*she sits at a booth and looks for someone to talk to, since she can't listen to her record.*

elvish-hunter.livejournal.com

[OOM: The Hunter searches.]

shufti

Shufti is by the fire, playing with Jack. The little baby is holding onto a brightly coloured rattle. Every now and again he manages to make it shake, and gurgles with delight at having achieved his goal.

Come join them.

guppy_sandhu

Guppy has a small, open cardboard box with him today.

If you listen carefully, it's meowing.

He's on the lookout for Amanda specifically, but if you should want to look at six week old kittens, feel free to stop by. The proud daddycat is under the table.

[ooc: ~~Disappearing briefly. Back in 45 mins (midnight GMT, 7pm EST)]~~

ten_of_swords

Ruin inna bar.

Smug and pleased.

He's sipping some kind of lemon and vodka thing.

It's pleasant.

politestpirate.livejournal.com

[OOM:One Other Visitor]

Specially timed for this evening, end of the night.

capt_angie

The door opens and Angelina enters the bar, straight from work.

She goes to the bar to pay her tab, and picks up a Butterbeer and a chicken salad which she takes to a table not far away.

Come and say hi?

tragic_mask

It has been a long several weeks, but she has finally reconciled herself to being here. Which is why Melpomene is outside for the first time. She spent the last 24 hours (or so- time seems to spin here) in her room, and she has been getting a little cramped.

So, this is Melpomene, standing on the edge of the lake and enjoying the night sky. Care to be companionable?

tibetanmethod

Well. One whistle is completed.

Clearly the thing to do is start carving a second one.

Maybe this one won't be quite so knobbly.

Maybe Cooper will give this one to Anthy. She seemed to like the first one.

callmefelicia.livejournal.com

Adam is behind the Bar.

Have at!

mandalorianheir.livejournal.com

Boba is on Jabba's barge when everything starts to go sour. First, that Skywalker kid gets loose, somehow grabbing his lightsaber and cutting himself free, and then someone else starts shooting. He's not sure who shot his jetpack, but...

Why can't I control this...oh, crap...

And Boba is flying into the mouth of the Sarlacc of the Great Pit of Carcoon.

Which seems to be adorned with a Bar that he comes crashing into, displacing more than one table and a half-dozen chairs with a...dramatic entrance.

awesome_lilly

Lilly has had a very enjoyable vacation on Serenity. Sure, a lot of it was spent in Jayne's bunk, but there was also time spent discussing proper rogue spaceship captaining with Mal, driving (or piloting) lessons with Wash, general girly cooing over Zoe's belly that she will never admit to, tea with Kaylee, baffling conversation with River, and an arch reference or two about honey dust when Simon was in earshot. Good times.

She's missed the bar and her friends here though, and so she's grinning as she comes back in the door and heads straight for Bar.

gone_byebye

For those who are interested, a note has been left at the Bar indicating that the appropriate Ray Stantz has been recovered and is a patient in the infirmary.

mercurialist

Outside, Mercer's leaning against the rock by the lake, head tipped back, legs stretched in front of him.

He's tossing a small pebble in the air, catching it unerringly every time.

This is despite the fact that his eyes are closed and he's making no move -- visible or otherwise -- to track its progress through the air.

sansa-stark.livejournal.com

[Millitimed to before this. Obviously.]

Sansa is sitting at a table, staring at a catalogue charmingly titled Stuff For Kidz! which she ordered from Bar. It took her a while to get used to the catalogue (oh, this scroll is so strange, oh, these drawings are so life-like!), but now she's just flipping through it, scanning for a birthday present. She turns a page

and her blue eyes widen. It takes her a moment to remember to breathe.

"How remarkABLE!" The last syllable rises into a little girl squeal, the kind reserved for babies and puppies. Mercifully, it's short.

Care to find out what's so impressive?

veryvorkosigan

Cordelia Vorkosigan is in the bar.

Seated at one small table, and silently watching another.

http://users.livejournal.com/_venus_de_milo/

So, tell me if you've heard this one!

There was this blonde fishing on a lake--

--oh, wait. We don't have a punch line yet.

Minako is fishing on the shoreline, in a typical japanese girl's gym uniform. Which is even smaller than her senshi uniform. Crazy educational system.

Well, she's trying this fishing thing.

"Here fishy, fishy, fishy!" She is making fish faces at the water. "Do you want a laser? I can laser you! Mmmmm, rice cake better!"

latino_menace

And over on that sofa right there sits an ev0l dude plotting OMG EVOL THINGS! While smoking a cigar and cackling a lot. And possibly drowning puppies in a bucket.

...OK, not really. Just Ramon, with his feet up on the coffee table, looking perfectly comfortable and like he's about to doze off under his paper.

Come poke. He really shouldn't be this relaxed.

gonetocarlsbad.livejournal.com

OOM: Hank Guerin goes home after being confronted with various unpleasant truths... but someone is waiting for him

royal-guarantor.livejournal.com

Roshaun is sitting on a bar stool, with the almost ever-present lollipop, idly watching the room.

He's a little bored.

awesome_lilly

[OOM: Millitimed to... two weeks ago, Antigone and Lilly go off on a spontaneous trip and never. stop. talking. Seriously. About everything from junk food to breaking rules to flowers to belief in one true love to ass-kickings to brothers to fireworks. Rated D for Deadgirl bonding, and WTF for WTF is going on with these two?]

prone-to-panic.livejournal.com

And here again is Archie. He's seen his ladies to bed, and now he's here to spend some time watching over the rest of his family and guests, because that is what he considers the patrons here. This is his home, and everyone who visits are his guests, and order must be kept.

He gets a sure sense of pride in a calm, uneventful night at the bar at he end of the Universe.

withoutanydoubt.livejournal.com

Riza has always privately held that one of the many problems with bureaucracy is that it generates several times more paperwork than should ever be necessary for what it accomplishes. This is not a belief she could ever admit amongst her colleagues. However, the faint crease of exasperation on her brow as she works methodically through a report that she is certain has now asked the same question three times with phrasing that only barely varies might me some indication of her true feelings.

She sighs inaudibly, sitting back and taking a sip of her tea (sweetened with honey, with a hint of lemon). Her gaze sweeps casually over the bar, noting those who have come and went since she'd entered. There is no hint of desperation in her calm expression, but nonetheless she gives off the air of one looking for a distraction.

After all, she is ahead of schedule, and thus would be justified in taking a break.