milliways_bar | May. 17th, 2006

May. 17th, 2006

It seems swimming is becoming rather common with Rachel, rather than just staring at the water, or at least swimming would explain why she's soaking wet and bundled in a large towel. She's sitting on the edges of the hearth, staring at the flames as her hair slowly drips.

She seems a bit withdrawn, or perhaps it's just the way the light plays on her face, but at least she's not hiding away from the world.

timsbooks.livejournal.com

Tim is pacing in front of the door. From time to time, he turns to it, considering the door. He's not trying to open it, nor even rattling the knob. He knows it will open for him. But still, he considers it. He has vague memories of time spent in front of it, but nothing he can grasp.

How much has he harmed this place, without even thinking? So many times. Remember Raph, and the suit? or when he gave Faith the prop sctyhe? Yeh. And he thought he was doing good then.

But, they've been saying, what about the good?

He doesn't think it evens out.

legendaryoutlaw.livejournal.com

Vash wanders downstairs again into the nearly deserted bar. It is, after all, rather early in his mind. He gets his usual plate of donuts from Bar and an ENORMOUS glass of milk (c'mon, he's not gonna start drinkin' YET!), and parks himself at a table relatively central to the bar proper.

Cuz, y'know... people. That he hasn't met yet.

He MIGHT want company. Just a bit.

Current Mood: blank

ucav-tinman.livejournal.com

[OOM: A night passed. Morning didn't bring much difference. Unknowing, Kara went to visit Eddie in the brig. Their discussion is accusatory on one side, acceptant on the other, and interrupted by a helicopter and two jets landing on the deck above. From there, it all moves too fast. Kara and Ben are taken into custody, Eddie is moved to isolation. But through it all, there's an unknown ally. Family, at that.

Having escaped, they went to Hawaii, where the rest of the Knight family and others were waiting. Consequences and actions were discussed, and decisions were made. That night, Michael and Keith Orbit talked. The subject? Life, the universe, and everything. But mostly? Eddie, and how Keith could ever manage to cope.

The next morning, Keith got to talk to Karr, reminiscing about Bonnie's professorship and the classes he took under her, though Orbit still had Eddie on the brain. The plane trip to the mainland was mostly uneventful, until a change of course was given, and they landed at the Knight Estate in Nevada.

Things get started quickly, Bonnie taking charge and Eddie taken into the hangar to begin his modifications. But there's an old friend in Randy Merritt, who's become a trusted programmer at KI. He shows the lieutenants around and gets them settled, though no pilot can be too settled for too long. Soon enough, Ben has to go looking for Eddie, and finds him in the middle of his modifications. Not only is he being refit, but repainted in Knight Industries black and gold. There's an argument, but soon, Eddie has given in to allowing Ben to accompany him on Caviar Sweep.

Kara, meanwhile, finds a new occupation on the Estate and a new friend in Bonnie. Time, from there, passes smoothly with Eddie's refits. No smoothness lasts for long. Just as she's settling in, Kara finds a letter from Ben just as he and Eddie are taking off for Siberia.

She went to work off excess energy as the hangars were pulled back together, cleaned up, and normal work resumed. Bonnie was looking forward to the chance to go home. Instead, during a mostly genial talk between she, Kara, and Karr, Bonnie caught three bullets instead. She was quickly moved to the hospital. Michael, having had years to learn to listen to his feelings, had gotten them on the Lear in time to be there soon after her arrival. Kara had hunted down and fought with the gunman, but to no avail. But perhaps there is a ray of hope as Kitt has an idea.]

mommywitch.livejournal.com

Piper slowly wakes up in her room upstairs. She sits up and notes the bread and water Magius must have left for her. Reaching for it, she eats the bread mechanically, washing it down with the water.

She washes her face, then goes downstairs, orders some tea and sits in a booth.

Her expression is somewhat vacant as she watches the universe end. At least she's not hysterical today.

gotham-knocking.livejournal.com

OOM: Knox arranges an interview

gotham-knocking.livejournal.com

Another workday done, Gotham' most intrepid newsman enters the Bar, the day's paper and a nahdful of manila files with him. He drapes his coat and hat over the a stool, and orders an Irish coffee to stave off the Gotham cold.

Come say hello.

peerless_thayet

"Do you honestly mean to tell me that every time you wish to visit this tavern, you've been journeying first to the lower city? To the thieves’ den?"

A low, clear chuckle sounds as the front door swings open. Blinking at the lights, a proud young woman smiles and steps inside, holding the door for the tall man at her heels. Green hazel eyes wide with astonishment, she stares at the observation window.

"Well, it's not as if you saw fit to inform me that you'd located another door," Jon pouts. Glimpsing the look on her face, the pout quickly turns to a smirk.

not_that_spike

When he left their room this morning, Beth was propped up on the bed reading happily and he'd promised her a big glass of milk and something called Double-Stuffed Oreos after his workout.

Five laps around the lake and an hour's worth of formless Jeet Kune Do non-forms later -- a guy has to stay in shape and be sharp and prepared, after all, even if he's never been anything like a boy scout -- Spike stops in the bar for a tall glass of ice water and a smoke.

Well, in shape has always been kind of a relative concept. He's fluid, like water.

shaped-jeedai.livejournal.com

[OOM: After escaping Ossus, Tahiri and the ship plot a course.]

oldestcharmed1.livejournal.com

Time has been standing still for Prue but at somepoint she saw someone in bar eating and realized that the living need to eat. So she orders a platter with fruits, veggies, meat, bread, and yes sweets to take outside to her little friend.

Wandering through the forest Prue Halliwell is on the look out for Harold or Snowball.

conflictedhero.livejournal.com

Bruce Banner is in the bar, in a booth, fiddling with several instruments and writing down readings off of them ever few minutes.

The instruments are somewhat battered, but appear in good shape and he is working steadily, only stopping to push his glasses back up when they try to slip off his nose. Several papers filled with scrawled notes and figures are scattered over the table.

hideousprogeny.livejournal.com

The woods are a pretty sweet setup, really- they're kinda away from the bar, not a whole lot of people go there, except the occasional Dude Sparring in the Clearing or Werewolves (who, at the time, don't usually count as people, at least in the Monster's eyes).

Thus, there is one hideous monstrosity kickin' back out in the wilderness, enjoying a lack of company.

Current Mood: content

not-one-drop.livejournal.com

Mal is curled up in the grass outside by the lake, distractedly running her fingers through the grass. Eyes shut, she's maybe sleeping, maybe not. Her sketchpad is nowhere to be seen, and every now and then she'll open her eyes to watch the sky.

Conversation, company, or just a friendly face. She'll take any.

[ooc: Possible vanishings due to rehearsal comeing up - don't kill me?]

jackdriscoll.livejournal.com

[ Upstairs, in Jack's room:

Sometimes it's better to write it all down. Warnings for a heavy serving of pessimism. Also this is kinda sorta saying that "If you need him, he'll be in his room." ]

prince-luna.livejournal.com

There is a vampire in the bar. He's sitting over by the fire and is being awfully quiet. Distraction would be good. That is if you can get those eerie green eyes to stop looking at the fire or if you can even make him move. He's being awfully still. Obviously that doesn't mean anything with him being dead and all. Most if not all vampires can do that.

mysterious-seed.livejournal.com

There is a rather distraught-looking pokémon huddled in a corner, hiccuping at a constant rate of one hiccup every four seconds. Apparently Bulbasaur's first encounter with a Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster resulted in a very nasty, persistant condition. One that makes gardening slightly more difficult, and provides annoyance to just about everyone within earshot. Have any trusted home remedies you'd like to suggest?

[OOC: Mun loves tags. Mun is also engaged in sewing project that may result in slowtime.]

payshisdebts

Dwarf. Wine. And Thou.

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

Ace would like someone to shoot her down now.

Yeah. Right between the eyes.

What the hell had she been thinking yesterday?

Oh wait.

That's right.

She hadn't been.

Y'know, sometimes she can be bloody stupid.

So there's an Ace sprawled on the couch, her head under a pillow, who's rather wishing she could take her own head off. That, or that she could convince someone to bring her something nice like vicoden. Then, at least, if it didn't make things stop hurting, she'd at least get the fun loopiness.

princeinexile

The decision was made.

There was a prince in the bar in strange clothing; no more jeans and t-shirts, but the green linens of the Earth Kingdom, somewhat rought and maybe looking a little rugged at the hems.

He went to the bar, his dog at his heels; he had to find Wells before he could go...

Hephaetus' ring was heavy on it's chain. It had been something to go and start to learn, but he didn't know when he'd be back. So he added him to the list of notes he had to pen -- he'd only started to learn, but he knew that he couldn't just-- not see him, figure out why he'd done what he did, if at all possible.

Family meant the most, and while he'd found convinient distraction in Steph's company and Hephaestus' gifts and... other things... he knew he couldn't stay.

So he waited to find Wells.

Zuko would soon go home...

... and he has no idea when he would be back.

missginnytonic.livejournal.com

Ginny walks in to the bar and smiles as she sits at a table looking around looking happy and cheery.. She would probably talk to you.. as she tries to figure out her skate rug

Current Mood: happy

awesome_lilly

[OOM: Lilly doesn't like feeling guilty. For one thing, it leads to her doing stupidly risky things in order to make up for the guilt Indy keeps insisting she shouldn't feel.]

However, surviving stupidly risky things and pulling off guilt-assuaging missions can only improve a girl's mood. This is why she's grinning as she comes into the bar, a box in her arms.

almost-arabian.livejournal.com

As of here, there is a door.

Lawrence may or may not be staring pointedly at it while sipping a very stiff drink. Come on, poke him.

alwaysroomforhope

[OOM: Ed and Steph talk, about cooties mostly.]

jackdriscoll.livejournal.com

Jack Driscoll is no longer in his room. He's at a dark booth somewhere close to the Observation Window, nursing a rather large bottle of whisky.

Wallowing in self-pity is fun!

attic-girl.livejournal.com

Fuchsia is sitting near the fire, awkwardly curled up in a chair. She's forgone her usual corsetted gowns and is wearing her favourite old crimson red dress and crown.

A book of fairytales and a glass of elderberry wine rounds out the scene.

human-magnet.livejournal.com

They want to kill her. His daughter. His son came to tell him the news; he doesn't know what to do.

He's wrestling with his concience (despite nasty rumors that he doesn't have one). You wrestle ... with your partner!

For the first time in Milliways, Magneto is drinking steadily. Before him as he stares into the fire, a quickly (for him) disappearing bottle of cognac.

joker-is-wild.livejournal.com

Welcome to hell. There's a nasty voice singing as the singer walks down the steps.

( Killer Klowns (from Outer Space) )

The Joker laughs.

twoeyesonthesky.livejournal.com

If there are any lingering effects from being bitten by his horse the other day, Quinn doesn't show them; oh, sure, there's probably still a monster bruise involved, but it's well out of sight. Not like he's the sort to wear a T-shirt, after all.

.... well, no, he is, but the only one he has was used for working in the stables and with the horse today. It fairly reeked when he was done, so he changed clothes when he came back in.

Won't be long before he has what he came for, he's thinking; might as well get some reading in by the fire while he can.

sir-apropos.livejournal.com

( How I ended up sitting down, eating my dinner peacefully in an utterly boring sort of way. Another way to put it is --Damn the Gods, but she won for once-- )

one-eyetothesky.livejournal.com

He wanders in from the outside. He's gotten over finding the whole thing entirely astounding and has simply settled upon finding the green grass and the trees and the lake and the rest of it as just entirely enjoyable. He's got a beer in one hand and a rough sack of peanuts in the other which has obviously been nipped at some and heads for some dinner.

lethe-forgets.livejournal.com

(OOM: Lethe writes a letter to the beautiful girl, because some things just aren't fair. Appropriately white-texted for the betterment of nymph-angst.)

Lethe appears with two letters in her hands. The first is easily placed onto the Bar and is gone after a low, whispered request. The second one, however, is treated to a long moment of silent internal debate and skittish, nervous wavering before it too is put down. There may be a few moments of vaguely horrified blinking in the time after it disappears and the time before Lethe curls herself up in the nearest available booth.

Now it is Forgetfulness that sits in the shadowed corner. And if you didn’t know to look – if you weren’t looking hard enough – you might not even notice her at all.

Lethe, admittedly, isn't feeling particularly social lately. Doesn't mean that she'll refuse company if it's offered.

mother_lost

[OOM: After some thought, another letter is delivered to the bar. It arrived a few days ago, bar-time.

Enough time for a response to be written, and given to Bar by Guinevere for safekeeping.

She also receives a ~~handwavey~~ note from her son, warning her of Blodwen Rowland's return to the bar.]

[OOC: She'll have a real entrance soon. Promise.]

anythingbutblue

To say Faye's not exactly in a good mood is an understatement.

She hasn't moved from her seat at the bar since Spike went upstairs, and for now she just sits there, glowering indiscriminately, and smoking the cigarettes he left behind.

She can easily finish them all tonight.

underwater-owl.livejournal.com

[oom: Random, from where he is, denies a few things to himself.]

sky-high-max.livejournal.com

Max's mun has been lazy.

Which is why Max has been doing little but trying to get the Quidditch field set up for the past few days.

She's taking a break in the bar though. She's enjoying a cherry coke and trying to figure out what to do about the remaining gaps in the teams.

Feel free to say hi.

zodiacgod.livejournal.com

There's quite a bit of sniffling coming from one of the booths.

There's a boy curled up in the back of said booth, looking rather disgruntled and tearstained.

And pissy.

He's usually pissy.

sniffle sniffle

He's been there all day, it's bordering on rediculous.

twiststheblade

>>The nightmares she doesn't have, pt 2.

The plot thickens. . .

maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com

Elaine is in the bar, knitting something soft and pastel colored, and watching the crowds.

She's worried, but she can worry and knit at the same time.

She'd love to talk to people.

guppy_sandhu

It really shouldn't be possible to sleep in the position Guppy is in right now.
Large stack of done paperwork on the right, larger stack of undone paperwork on the left. Head neatly balanced in the middle with his nose between the two piles.
The slightest breeze would probably send the two piles of paper scattering all over the floor and mixing up.

Be nice to him, he's been up since four.

angela-edmunds.livejournal.com

[OOC: Hopeless.

Warnings for angst, woe, some traumatic memories, and suicidal thoughts.]

jack_f_twist

[Mexico.]

It's a fuckin' long drive, from the border back up to Childress, and Jack is exhausted by the time his headlights shine on the low, neat house, the lawn with the plastic wind ornaments sticking up like twigs, the driveway, the door.

Of course, with just his usual fuckin' luck, that door don't open into the entryway with it's cool tiles and silent hall. No.

Shit.

He looks around, five years older than last he'd stepped through this door, and the time is starting to show, that much is certain. Still, could be some of that can be attributed to the fact that Jack, he ain't slept so well these past few nights.

Or at all, really.

And maybe it's just reflex, but he steps in a little further, lets the door close quiet behind him, because damn.

Could he ever use a drink.

alwaysroomforhope

Steph is not looking sulky at all. Or confused.

She is, however, looking rather muddy and possibly a little flushed, and she has her skaterug hanging over her arm. It's the only thing that doesn't look like it's been dumped in lake-water and then dried. DON'T ASK.

This entry post is not a blatant attempt to get people to read the above thread. No, really. Just like Steph still hates Zuko. It's TRUE.

A shower and a change of clothes would be nice. But ... ooh, Bar. Food. Food.

A plate of lasagne and a pot of tea acquired, she drops down at the nearest table and digs in.

not_that_spike

The door from upstairs opens; Spike and Beth make their way through hand-in-hand. Faye can be at the bar drinking her sorrows away or not; Spike doesn't even look for her as they make their way quickly to the front door

(hold on to me hold on to me, Beth, wherever we go we go together)

where he sets his hand on the doorknob and turns it. There's only a moment's hesitation before they step through together

(see you later, bar)

and disappear from view.

dragonofgrey.livejournal.com

After speaking with his mother in the cells, Draco had a great deal on his mind. He'd leave Ramon alone, as long as the muggle left them alone. Seemed simple enough.

But that still left the matter of the Riders. He was released from the Dark. But was one ever completely free? Especially if the past returns to haunt you again?

He had a couple of options, but this time since the weather was nice this evening, he took to the skies on his broom. Nothing but dark fields underneath, and the cool light of the moon and stars overhead.

blue-bat.livejournal.com

One Dick Grayson, in the bar, in a booth. It seems that the bar grabbed him right after waking up, because he's in what works for makeshift pajamas (boxers with blue bats all over them, and a worn out Great Frog tshirt), and has a box of multicoloured sugar cereal. He is displaying a brilliant show of manners, by eating right out of the box.

He'd be willing to share, if anyone might like a sugar fix.

kurosakiboy.livejournal.com

[OOM: In which there is dreaming, and questions, and some doubts the night before the shit hits the fan.

Millitimed to last night. Because I can.]

fighting_mad

[Finished slowtime: What happens when you put together two strong, proud female pilots? A lot.]

inquisitivehero

Hank settles into a chair near the Bar, sipping a rare beer, watching people as they pass. It has been a very long day, and he doesnt want to think about it. So he is here, drinking, and generally not!thinking. Which doesnt explain why there is a book and a laptop nearby.

What do you expect? He's a geek.

the4thsister.livejournal.com

Paige walks down stairs, not really noticing what she's doing, just staring ahead blankly.

She goes to the bar and orders pancakes then goes to sit in a booth, she proceeds to ignore the food and just watch the observation window intently her arms wrapped around herself as if she's cold. She's never watched the universe end before because she finds it depressing, only she's decided it doesn't matter anymore, nothing matters anymore, not know she knows what's coming.

Ever wondered what Paige would be like without her optimism? Come find out.

Current Mood: crushed

ather-fledgling.livejournal.com

Aubrey's been having a good week. Which may or may not be obvious by the small hint of a bounce in his step as he comes into the bar. The mere fact that he's walking at all should say something to anyone who's seen him more than once.

And then there's a pause as he stares at a door. It's the door he came in from, the one that's been eluding him for a while now. He makes his way to it and disappears through it.

A moment later, he reappears a few feet from the door with a bright smile on his face. He makes his way to the bar, requesting paper and a pen, and writes a quick note. "Deliver this to Mal, would you ?" The note disappears into the bar, and he turns back to the door with a smile. But he doesn't need the door anymore, so he just disappears from sight, bringing himself back to his world to finish his business.

( Note for Mal )

river_meimei

River's under a booth, curled up. She's wearing Roland's coat, and a purple sundress, and a bracelet of tiny golden bells.

Every so often, she touches her bracelet lightly with a finger, and a tiny chiming melody rings out.

skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com

From Here.

Steph and Svava exit the Security Office. There is a quick pause by the Bar, to grab a thick metal box waiting there, and then the two ladies of Security make a quick exit out the back door.

...

You know those t-shirts, that say "Bomb Squad" on the front, and on the back have "If you see me running, try to keep up"? ... Yeah. At least they are not running- yet.

notashortbean.livejournal.com

Ed has been ordered to rest, and to do a heck of a lot of it. He has been told he needs to stay in the bar, preferably around his room. Ed... doesn't like being told what to do, even if it might be good for him.

He might be sick, but it's getting better; he might be tired, but it's getting to a tolerable level again. Therefore, in his mind? He can do whatever the heck he wants.

Right now, doing what he wants means marching around outside, and throwing a bunch of stones into a pile. He's probably got something planned, but whatever it is sure ain't apparent right now.

vachement-sama.livejournal.com

The front door opens.

"Ahahahahahahahahahahaaaaa!"

"And then I told her, you can't really expect to be the star of the school -- look at your hair!"

"Tsuwabuki?"

"Tsuwabuki?"

"Tsuwabuki?!?!?!"

Somebody had better inform Nanami Kiryuu (who is better than YOU) that her elementary school midget servant devotee did not accompany her into this BAR in the middle of OHTORI ACADEMY.

WHUT.

agnes_nitt

[OOM: A lesson is learned; a choice is unmade.]

henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com

[OOM. A tale of property reclamations, as Lilly gifts the bounty from her little quest. Rated PG-13 for nudity and sexual situations onna rubber ducky puffball bedspread.]

howling_laugh

Coyote is brooding by the fire. It seems to be taking up most of her attention. There's a full ashtray on the table in front of her, and an empty glass.

withamagicword

Billy comes down the stairs slowly. He has to go back to the Rock soon, tonight. He just wishes things weren't so confusingly off with Steph. He didn't even know what happened and now he was confused and...Gah!

He sighs as he slumps into a chair with his duffle bag. He'll go back in a couple hours. He glances around, wondering if Steph is around tonight.

skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com

[Notes up in Security as well as a new 'visitor' in the cells.]

latino_menace

Ramon has been in the bar all day and, quite frankly, is bored out of his head. It's not easy being visible to waylay suspicion, you know.

He's in an armchair, passing the time by reading a few car magazines that Bar provided. He doesn't know about a certain Malfoy being put into the cells as per his demand...if he knew, his mood would be noticeably better. As it is, the air of grumpiness will be hard to miss.