milliways_bar | May. 18th, 2006

May. 18th, 2006

prone-to-panic.livejournal.com

Somewhere there is an Archie, and he is blissfully unaware that his fiancee is currently helping to diffuse a rather large bomb. So, if anyone would care to inform him, or just keep him company, that is, of course, more than welcome.

gramarye1971

Merriman is seated at a table near to the bar, studying a slim volume of the Meditations of Marcus Aurelius.

Minding his own business, really. Just to be on the safe side.

yuppie-trash.livejournal.com

[Out of Milliways: From sunny Palm Springs. A postcard unsent.]

qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com

What is the malted liquor?(beer)
What gets you drunker quicker?
What comes in bottles or in cans?(beer)
Can't get enough of it,(beer)
How we really love it,(beer)
Makes me think I'm a man,(beer)
I can kiss and hug it,(beer)
But I'd rather chug it,(beer)
Fill my belly up to here,(beer)
I could not refuse a,(beer)
I could really use a,(beer)
Beer, beer, beer.

Why is Darien making his Corona bottle dance before his eyes to the muttered song? Well, we'll never know. ~~Just be glad he doesn't have a tie around his head.~~

princeinexile

After Zuko barreled out the Door, there is now only a note left behind for Hephaestos to mark Zuko's exit.

Well, that and a well kissed Stephanie Brown.

mouse-shadow.livejournal.com

The air is calm by the lake, and the moonlight glitters on the edge of the crysknife. Paul is practicing a martial variant of ashtanga yoga. Despite what else may be happening around him, he is at peace.

ten_of_swords

[OOM: A Twist of Fate -- Ruin takes Mary Anne to Angband to give her a lesson in cruelty and truth, and it goes downhill from there. The muns do not take responsibility for the puppets because they went so far from the doomy intent that it makes our heads hurt. Enjoy. No warnings really, except for a bit of blood, lots of angst, and general Ruin-Mary Anne insanity.]

timsbooks.livejournal.com

Tim is still in bar, and he's moaning in a booth. See, last night he went shot for shot with Indy.

And boy, is he feeling it.

And boy, is Jack taking advantage of it.

"WHAT's the matter, DAD? Drink too MUCH, last NIGHT?"

undignified

Quite a while ago, Riley gave Wes a certain DVD box set; he eventually found out, after a couple weeks, what DVDs were and watched the first one.

Now, finally, he's decided to give the second one the benefit of the doubt (the first was all about droids!), and is sitting in a booth with a portable DVD player (he had to pay for it), watching The Empire Strikes Back.

Luke just kissed his sister! Ew!

amanda-darieux.livejournal.com

The door of the bar swings open. Lightning is striking a figure nearby. Those near the door might notice the wind that is blowing through. Flashes of light and fire. When it stops the figure falls to her knees braced with her sword. Slowly standing she staggers forwawrd and falls through the door.

The number of immortals in the bar has just gone up by one.

oldestcharmed1.livejournal.com

Their is a spirit, of all things, sleeping by the fire. A stack of books to one side. None dangerous at this point she had resprted to science fiction books.

It might not be easy to tell though as she is translucent. Perhaps you are sitting in her and don't even know it, or maybe you do. Either way could be interestng when she wakes up.

slayer_fray

There's a thief in the bar, sitting at a table with her feet up next to a lo-ball tumbler of whiskey-and water that was once whiskey-and-ice. She's not been heavily drinking though, not with her current metabolism. All she's doing is leaning back in her chair, Security badge on her thigh holster, scythe across her lap, reading one of her Diaries.

There's a few more volumes stacked on the tabel as well. Juts in case the Flamethrower shows up.

mollyprewett.livejournal.com

Molly comes lightly down the stairs holding some neatly folded and pressed garments, and a note, which she places on the bar.

"Could you please see that Clive gets these, please?"

The garments and note vanish, and Molly beams and pats Bar lovingly before heading back up stairs.

oldestcharmed1.livejournal.com

Prue has awoken. Stretching she stands. Having rested her mind clears and she realizes that with all that has been going on she forgot to give bar the letter. Rushing over to the bar she deposits a note for

( Snow )

Then she goes and settles back in by the fire with one of her Sci-fi Books.

and-far-away.livejournal.com

Sharpe is sitting with his badge on display and his memory book in front of him, writing.

Feel free to interrupt.

almost-arabian.livejournal.com

((OOC: Millitimed to before Lawrence left last night ~~because the player is a ditz~~))

( Note left with Bar for Tom Jones )

youngtepes.livejournal.com

A young pale gentleman enters the bar from a place unknown. He moves up to bar and speaks in quiet tones. A glass with a red liquid appears and he moves to a booth in the corner. His eyes are scanning the crowd.

wheels-spun.livejournal.com

Wheel.

And Strength.

Two people who haven't had an entrance post in ... a while now.

But they are here, in the bar, doing patron-y things.

When Strength is not singing some standard lounge act ditty and Wheel is not busy playing lioness to the lion.

Emphasis on "playing", as the two are wrestling about playing kittenish games through the bar.

They're availible.

Even Wheel, once she stops for breath.

Current Mood: cheerful
Current Location: In the bar.
Current Music: "On The Run" - Pink Floyd

eldorne-girl.livejournal.com

[Delia hasn't worn this outfit for a while, but maybe it's a reaction to her mood yesterday. Then again, maybe it's just because she likes it.]

[whatever suits. Granted, the thigh-high boots aren't new, nor the length of the mini-skirt, but the black bodice?]

[yeah, she hasn't worn that for a while.]

[still, she has tied some of her hair back and placed a red dahlia through the tie, so it's not entirely without reason...]

[thus, Dahlia, Delicate Flower, is in the bar. And Delia, depending on what you want.]

mysterious-seed.livejournal.com

Having finished its garden-weeding duties for the day, Bulbasaur is out by the lake-side skipping stones, hiccuping, and rueing the day it tried a Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster. It could probably use distraction.

milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com

Wells comes in from the back door, a large black and white Malamute at his heels. The dog may look familiar to people who know Zuko at all, or then again, maybe not. She usually looks happier than this.

He stops at the Bar to get himself breakfast and the dog a bowl of something decent to eat, then looks around for a spot to sit.

magick-willow.livejournal.com

*Willow walks down the stairs looking well-rested and possibly a little more tanned. She grabs a lemonade and stretches out on one of the sofas*

accessobrian.livejournal.com

Chloe had nightmares last night, so she didn't get much sleep.

Which hopefully explains why she's putting orange gatorade in her corn flakes and staring wistfully at a blank wall.

transgenic-max.livejournal.com

Max looks worried, more than worried, really, as she sits in her usual booth, hunched over a stack of maps and plans, scribbling furiously in the margins. She also looks as though she hasn't rested for days. Given how long she can go without rest, this is an accomplishment.

While she appears to be focused on what she's doing, she is aware of what's going on around her. Moreso than she usually is, here.

A distraction would likely be a good thing.

(OOC: The mun must flee at 6:00 EST for some of that strange 'real life' stuff.)

shakenstrfaith.livejournal.com

Scully stepped out of the infirmary, and back into the main bar with a notepad, and a pen in her hand. She headed over to an unoccupied table, ordered some lunch, and proceeded to observe the place again.

kurosakiboy.livejournal.com

The door is slammed open with a bang, kicked inwards, and in walks Ichigo, hands in his pockets. Or should I say, somebody who looks like Ichigo. He looks exactly like him, hair, eyes, everything, but instead of Shinigami robes and a sword, he wear a normal shirt, jeans, and running shoes. This is not the Ichigo that normally comes to the bar.

So, Not!Ichigo pauses, looks around, and mutters to himself "What the hell...since when does Kurosaki have a freakin' bar in his room? Sheesh, I'm in charge for one week and already I'm finding out weird shit." Ah, but be not sad, Not!Ichigo. All these people can't be a bad thing, after all, he's pretty damn attention-starved. With a shrug and a smile (which Ichigo would NEVER do) Not!Ichigo walks further into the bar.

[ooc: If details or information be needed, ping at TheGuite. Otherwise, tag away!]

just-a-soldier.livejournal.com

Other things on her mind could wait, other things could take their time. Today was a day to sort out more important things. So Aeryn placed two notes on the Bar, watched them disappear and headed upstairs.

( Liam and Alanna )

action-antihero.livejournal.com

While Jack is usually around the bar in the afternoons, he does not oftren have an afternoon post. However, today is an exception.

So, Jack is sitting at the bar, at a seat where he has a clear view of the door, waiting for a familair strawberry-blonde to walk through the door. He's tapping his fingers on the bar top, though it's unlikely he realizes that, eyes darting from his drink to the door and back again. Saying he's tense is a gross understatement, even for him.

Narcissa's been in the cells for almost three days now, and still, no word about when Angela will be given back.

If ever.

white_flowers

[OOM: Certain recent events have caused the woman known to most as Blodwen Rowlands to do some thinking.]

wyrd-fox.livejournal.com

The lights in a certain area of the Bar dim slightly. A single spot-light appears, focusing on an empty table.

From the shadows, music from a damn good electric guitar rings out and a black-clad, russet-furred figure leaps into the spotlight.

I want to run
I want to hide
I want to tear down the walls
That hold me inside
I want to reach out
And touch the flame
Where the streets have no name...

Yes, Ladies and Gentlemen. It's the Return of the Fuzzy!Bono!

angela-edmunds.livejournal.com

[OOM: Oblivion.

Warning for whitetext, suicidal thoughts, and despair.]

skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com

[OOM: Room X]

Svava and Alanna finally catch up.

gorlim.livejournal.com

[OOM: Sixth night with Ruin - Gorlim arrives to find Ruin with Gabriel, who has been mistakenly handed off to the wrong ~~Slim Shady~~ Constantine Maroulis by Nerdanel. They have a hell of a fight which neither can win because they are identically matched. It ends when Ruin tells Gorlim about him and Mary Anne in Angband. Gorlim takes his son and leaves, claiming he doesn't need to stay any longer tonight because Ruin broke his word when he took Gabriel.

This is not threaded because the muns don't feel like it, but that's what happened.]

And now Gorlim is in the bar with murder in his eyes, blood on his clothes, and a terrified small child in his arms.

You needn't worry about the baby, though: just worry about what will happen if you come too close to this man and look at his son the wrong way. Go on and try it. This particular spot in the bar could use a bloodbath.

And oh yes, he is heavily armed. Approach at your own risk.

[ooc: But by no means should the narrative be considered a plot lock. All are welcome, as usual. :)]

[ooc the second: All threads below Guppy's to be millitimed after Nerdanel leaves with Gabriel, say thankya.]

mollyprewett.livejournal.com

[[OOM: Molly makes an observation about Cain.]]

not-one-drop.livejournal.com

Mal's in the bar as opposed to outside, for once, seated in a booth with a cup of coffee and a dejected expression.

Lawrence went home. There has been lack of snuggles.

This is Not Good.

Bother?

goodbyesandusky.livejournal.com

Clive had made it downstairs again, with a box full of tissue-wrapped clothes bundles. He grinned when he got one as soon as he made it to the bar, looking it over, quite impressed with the handiwork, he scrawled a quick note to go with it and wrapped it in tissue as well before setting the rest up in a row on the bar, "Make sure these get to who they're supposed to?"

( Darien )

( LadyAko )

( AngelaEdmunds )

( FX )

( Molly )

( Cain&Lawrence&Boromir )

That done he headed off to a booth to do some piecework, humming to himself as he did so, nothing in particular, just for the noise.

dalekity.livejournal.com

Dalek has not been in the bar for a while. It has been researching. There's a lot in it's memory banks it hasn't had time to process yet, so it's been focusing on very specific things.

Unfortunately for it's clients, most of these are not related to good counselling and psychological welfare. It'll get to those, though. Eventually.

As it is, it's just standing by a booth, doing what Daleks do. Which in this case is being very still, except for it's eyepiece moving back and forth across the bar.

lt-naraht.livejournal.com

Naraht is at a table, absently munching on granite and looking over some files projected on his holocomputer.

He asked Bar for some background on Walter Peck. She had it...files from ten different universes.

Naraht holds by the maxim "Know your enemy."

md_donighal

The man in the gray suit comes in and orders his usual. This time, he takes it to one of the booths to wait. Sooner or later, he'll spot a familiar face... perhaps Moiraine Sedai... and can ask what's happened in his absence.

Current Mood: anticipatory

stuck-mynock.livejournal.com

So, Atton's sitting at a booth, clicking his tongue and reading over a datapad. It's possible that the sound of him very loudly tapping his foot, clicking his tongue, drumming his fingers and occasionally making 'hmm' sounds is one of the most irritating noises ever to be thought of. Maybe not for the first five minutes of listening to it, no, but after twenty minutes it could strain the ears slightly.

It's possible, since this is Atton, that he's intentionally trying to annoy people.

tibetanmethod

He'd promised Harry he'd go back, when he was ready.

If Cooper stays in Milliways any longer, he's going to start finding ways to convince himself that he doesn't have to go back yet.

But Harry looked exhausted, when Cooper spoke to him, and the ensuing assassination attempt probably didn't do him any good, either.

As tempting as it is to keep making Milliways his bolt-hole -- any bolt-hole in a storm -- Cooper knows that he can't.

And so that's why (after leaving notes for Moiraine and Clarice letting them know where he's gone; there's an ongoing investigation, after all) Cooper faces the front door, and reaches out and turns the knob.

And goes out of Milliways, and into Twin Peaks.

princeinexile

[OOM: Zuko travels the Earth Kingdom; nothing feels right anymore, not even the passage of the days.]

almost-arabian.livejournal.com

((OOM: Lawrence arrives home and has himself some good old-fashioned emo fun. Warnings for babble and overdramatic woe.))

virii-twins.livejournal.com

The twins were over by the observation window, flickers of goldish almost steam rising from them here and there.

They were watching the bar over each other's shoulders, those same scarab-black eyes alert and bright, even with the smoke.

They wouldn't be averse to conversation, even though they're not all there.

lvpd_sidle

"Gil, I see the door." Sara's voice is low, almost neutral but for the clenching of her hands.

"So do I." He breathes in deeply.

"Let's go."

Without a word, the two leave for Vegas.

[ooc: Plot-locked for the season finale. They'll be back afterwards. Feel free to notice them leaving, if such is relevant.]

mollyprewett.livejournal.com

Molly comes down to the bar from her rooms with a scroll of parchment, a quill and a pot of ink. She also has a couple of books under her arm and sits down with a pot of tea and starts making a list.

It's slow going, and she pauses often to think or thumb through one of the books looking for things that she is apparently not finding.

Feel free to stop by and say hello!

guppy_sandhu

There is some complex surgery going on on a table by the infirmary. It involves Guppy, one cat, a pair of tweezers and a grass seed.

Scampi doesn't seem to have grasped the logic that to get said grass seed out of his paw he needs to stay still.

shufti

Shufti is in a corner booth with Jack in a babysling on her front.

He appears to be asleep. She keeps her eyes on the bar, but looks less tired and fraught than she has been.

creator_raven

Raven is settled in a corner booth, feet propped on the seat.

His toes dangle over the edge a little.

There is a plate of cookies to his left, a plate of fruit to his right, and a very large glass of milk in the middle.

None of them have been touched.

Possibly that will change, very shortly.

Give it time.

dear-of-heart.livejournal.com

Cora peaks her head through the door, smiles, and disappears for a few moments in a quick flurry of noise, before entering with a satchel. She sits down on one of the multiple couches by the fire and resumes working on a half-embroidered handkerchief that she pulls out of her satchel—it is not an item that, in her opinion, a young lady can ever have too many of.

She is, however, more than open to distraction.

lvpd_sidle

The door opens and the CSIs that had left only a few hours earlier return.

Vegas-time, they've been gone almost a week.

Sara blindly makes her way to a booth , sitting down and covering her eyes. Grissom follows, but does not speak.

[Spoilers for tonight's season finale.]

kurosakiboy.livejournal.com

Ichigo (the REAL Ichigo) walks into the bar with an odd expression on his face. He doesn't know what to feel. He should be happy. He won. He did it. He succeeded. He saved her, she's not going to die, everything is good again.

Except it's not. He failed, lost, nearly let her die. It's haunting him, even after a day of rest and recovery. He lay there, broken, powerless, and watched as a sick and twisted shell of a man prepared to kill his friend. And then he found some new strength, some reserve tucked far away, and he put everything he had into one last attack, one last attempt to save her.

And the son of a bitch stopped the blade with one finger.

She was saved, in the end, even if it wasn't by Ichigo, and the bastard got away, with the help of some friends. So really, in the end, Ichigo won, but still, he knows he lost, and that combination makes him feel numb inside.

The Shinigami walks over to a table, staring straight ahead as he ignores the world around him. He sits down, drops the large sword to the ground, leans his head back, and closes his eyes. If he weren't so detached from it all, if he hadn't spent the last six years putting up walls every second of every day, he might have very well broken down into tears from the sheer pressure of it all, the enormity of what he had done, what he had failed at, and what was to come.

But he has spent those years sheltering himself, he has spent the time keeping everyone away, and so he doesn't break down, and he doesn't cry, he just sits there, head tilted back, eyes closed, numb.

Because he's a Death God, and Death gods are strong. And more importantly, he's a Kurosaki.

And Kurosaki boys don't cry.

[ooc: Tag away! Not plot-locked or anything, just so you know. He could use somebody to talk to.]

namo

[OOM: Chosen Words -- Gorlim and Námo have a very brief thread that ends up with the Man walking out on the Vala. No real warnings.]

blue_eyed_lord

In one of the quite-useful, shadowy booths in the bar, there is a man in black.

He sips his wine. He's just watching the bar patrons, for now. Perhaps.

misterparker.livejournal.com

Parker's sitting at a table, head turned to the side. His cheek is pressed flat and he seems to be watching the bar at an askew angle.

Come bother him.

dragonofgrey.livejournal.com

Draco was in the bar, having some tea to calm him some. Also reading over muggle military history, now curious to see what else was left out about that other world. Far more of them, and far more dangerous than he ever suspected.

He was sporting words on the back of his robes declaring, "I play with my wand WAY too much." Courtesy of a certain kitsune spirit he ran into earlier.

mogget_cat

*Yrael is stretched out on his stomach in front of the fireplace, vaguely considering taking a ~~not'~~catnap.*

*Make the decision for him. Come say hello.*

middle-name-s.livejournal.com

Harry Truman is the sheriff department's on-call man tonight. However, Harry Truman is also smarter than some people think.

He enters Milliways, sits at the bar, and before he orders, he tests his walkie-talkie.

"Lucy?"

There's a weird warbling interference, but he can still make out Lucy's (extremely squeaky) voice loud and clear. "Yes, Sheriff?"

"Just testing the radio, Lucy," he says. Smugly. He orders a beer; he has no intention of getting even tipsy, but a beer is a fine thing to nurse after a long day. And a beer in a place where there's no chance of seeing something that'll require him to get involved?

Even better.

rigthegames.livejournal.com

[OOM: After this, Sands doesn’t have a pleasant night. Matters, as ever, do not improve in the morning.]

For once, instead of heading straight for the alcohol, Sands hesitated at the door and scanned the bar, eyes narrowed and face far from a happy one. But whatever he was looking for seemingly wasn’t around, as his glare, if anything, darkened.

The expression hasn’t changed much, although he’s gained himself some tequila and a table in the corner, with a good view of the bar and all its entrances.

[ooc: Yeah, I suck at hiatusing, even briefly.]

stilljustandrew

*There's an Andrew in the bar. At the Bar itself, in fact.*

*He's got a small picnic basket, and is carefully packing it with one item after another as they appear, preparatory for a visit to a certain someone in the infirmary.*

...And maybe some of that green stuff he drinks, in a thermos or something?

*The thermos materializes.*

river_meimei

It's been a while since River made her way up to the rafters. Tonight, she's remedying that.

She's stretched on her stomach, legs straight and toes pointed, head turned to rest one cheek against the rafter as if listening to the wood. Her hands wrap around a crossbeam. She seems entirely comfortable, and not at all worried about her balance or the fact that she's a good fifteen or so feet above the floor.