milliways_bar | May. 19th, 2006

May. 19th, 2006

gaelic-fae-girl.livejournal.com

Molly only had a few belongings here from her brief time being Bound. So there wasn't much to pack. But her last conversations with Tim got her thinking. Time to move on from here. Not much need to come back now, she never really felt a part of it.

But he was. She could tell. Another sanctuary, like that old abandoned lot that hid a world of Gnarls and Wobblies. (Also one that had nasty purple dinosaurs with ugly Lacey dolls who like to kidnap girls in dollhouses, and take them to hell. But they weren't his, and that was another story.)

So she walked over to him, and other him. (Silly bugger, Hellspawn.)

"Ready to go then?"

ironside-pixie.livejournal.com

Out by the lake, floating on her back, is a girl. Blonde tresses surround her; the darkness blankets her and her pain. Beside her floats a scrap of paper; a letter; a suspicion realized.

"Come and lay down in the meadow
Rest your head amongst the flowers
Come and sip the sacred poison
Fly away on the wings of madness"

The sound is eerie, floating through the night and twisting itself around the bark of trees in a way that shouldn't be possible; it smells of magic. Kaye is too lost to her own despair to care. She is forgotten. She doesn't exist. He has forgotten her; so what did it matter anyway?

[OOC: Erm there will possibly be angst and weird/slightly insane seemingness. Don't let that put you off though. Lyrics from "Away with the Faeries" by Inkubus Sukkubus]

latino_menace

Yeah, he's still around. His insanely smug expression can probably be attributed to this recent conversation.

Feel free to bother him. He's in a good mood

whitest_witch

>> OOM: the White Witch takes the the Snow Queen to see her (etchings)latest spellwork. It is improved upon. Music is played. Then there is nudity and bathing. All entirely innocent.

No, really.

middle-name-s.livejournal.com

[Out of Milliways and Into Twin Peaks:

Pete plays chess.]

futures_of_ash

There's a woman slowly exercising by the lakeshore, in fact, right now she seems to be on handstands that tumble into rolls. It's nice to be able to move smoothly again, and the actions may come in handy soon...

And no, she's not cheating, though people are welcome to ask if she is.

timsbooks.livejournal.com

((OOC:Anyone who wants to say goodbye to Tim, this is your chance. This is his exit post, feel free to tag, and he'll talk it out. This post is open until everyone who wants to say bye has done so.))

Tim/Milliways, OTP!

Well, maybe once upon a time, but no more. Tims broken it off, for better or worse. And it's friday, when he said he's be leaving, so leave he must.

His room, small and barren, is even more barren once his few poesessions are removed.

Thanks to Andrew, Baby has been taken care of.

Hellspawn is sulking at Tims side, ready to go.

Which means it's time to go.

Well, almost time.

Tims eyes glaze over, and his nose twitches. One last prank, before he takes off.

Come and say goodbye, for the last time.

minatour-kaz.livejournal.com

There is a minotaur in the bar. He's drinking ale and watching the room. It's a miricle he's actually not brooding and not staring at the door. It's a miricle. Granted it would be difficult to tell that he isn't brooding as he isn't smiling, though really that's for the best.

The stoic beast could use some company.

narnianknight.livejournal.com

[OOM: Outside, one King of Narnia and one White Rider share a moment that's perhaps not as antagonistic as it should be.]

http://users.livejournal.com/_purple_crayon/

After Prue turned him invisible and brought him back to the bar, Harold's been hanging out in Prue's room. However when he woke up this morning he realized that he's hungry and in need of food. So, veeeeery quietly, he and Snowball head downstairs. He clambers onto a barstool, ready to order some fruit. Then he realizes that speaking will make someone notice him..or lack of him. Drawing offers the same problem.
So he places his hands on Bar and thinks really really hard, hoping that Bar is a smart bar.
...when nothing happens (or perhaps he wasn't patient enough) he frowns more. Giving in, he gets as close as he can to Bar's surface and whispers as quiet as he can, "Fwuit pwease."
A bowl of assorted fruit appears in front of him and he grins wide. He begins to eat.

[OOC: Feel free to stare at the floating fruit, stumble over Snowball, even try to sit in the stool where Harold is..]

general-lando.livejournal.com

Lando at the Bar, relaxing. Say hi.

[ooc: millitimed to before the casinoplot]

amanda-darieux.livejournal.com

Amanda walks downstairs from her room and appraoches the bar. She places ( Note for Lobo ) and it's abosorbed. Then she takes a seat by the fire with a cup of tea and a bowl of fruit.

pretty-nagisa.livejournal.com

There's something to be said when a superheroine is bored, especially one so young as Black. Even in thought within the depths of her mind, she still manages to find nothing at all to do.

Trouble brews at home, but here, nothing. It seems there are those leaving, those enjoying their time, those even just arriving, as always in this strange place, yet even with all of the changes, it all remains the same.

As does she. She's sitting at her usual table with a cup of hot tea before her, just...sitting there...

Feel free to bother, it may be good for both her and you.

(Finally glad to have my computer fixed, for those who have seen my post in the OOC comm! So, tag away with all you got...and, make me regret saying that... ^_^)

bohemian-mark.livejournal.com

At a table in the bar, there is a pile of library books. How can one tell they're library books? Well, the "Property of New York Public Library" stamps rather might give it away.
To living with, living with, living with, not dying from disease...
Behind the pile of books is a filmmaker, writing furiously at a notebook. Care to ask what he's up to?

lethe-forgets.livejournal.com

(OOM: After speaking with Kaye, Lethe dreams with both eyes opened. Further angst, because that's what Lethes do best.)

mysterious-seed.livejournal.com

Day three since the PGGB Incident, and thanks to the efforts of multiple well-meaning people (or maybe just the passage of time) Bulbasaur's hiccups have slowed to four per minute. The pokémon is out in the garden - weeding, and thinking very hard about herbal tea. Company may well be hiccuped at, but not frowned upon.

boundxkitty

Elizabeth has decided that today is a good day to go out and explore/lay around the forest. In leopard form, naturally.

She's currently up on a sturdy branch of a tree by the lake. Noticeable by sight, only by the fact that her tail is not only hanging down out of the leaves, but swaying lazily back and forth.

She wouldn't object to company, just don't expect her to say anything if you don't speak cat or wolf.

wonthewindfall

The braided tortoise strikes again.

Turtle is sprawled on a couch by the fireplace, schoolbooks spread around her but largely ignored in favor of the Wall Street Journal. However, even the newspaper eventually falls to the side as Turtle broods, her feet swinging and occasionally lashing out at the coffee table with savage precision.

The problem with getting what you want is that sometimes it's a little too much. Sure, her mother notices her now, but lately Turtle feels like Grace Wexler sees nothing but a brain on feet.

Also, Westing Paper Products is down a dollar a share. It's enough to make any 14-year-old financier grumpy.

virii-twins.livejournal.com

The twins were once again near the observation window, once again observing, scarab-opal eyes alert, bright even.

They seemed solid enough, except for the occasional flickers of smoky ghostwraiths off them here and there.

As distant as they seemed they were open to conversation.

and-far-away.livejournal.com

Sharpe is not in a good mood. The situations with Angela and Blodwen are combining to send him into a worse and worse temper, especially since he doesn't know what to do about either of them.

He's sitting by the Bar, eyeing the lake door and considering going outside to see if running until he's too tired to think might help.

mistressmaryquitecontrary

Mary Lennox comes into the bar through the back door, looking extremely wary.

There are, after all, witches about.

When she reaches the bar, a letter appears in front of her with her milkshake; her brow furrows in some bewilderment as she reads through it, but she concludes with a satisfied nod and turns, hands folded primly around her milkshake glass, to watch the rest of the room.

mommywitch.livejournal.com

Piper is sitting in a booth next to the window. Ever so often she'll stare out at the exploding stars, but mostly she's been staring at the door, or staring into her teacup deliberately avoiding looking at the door.

She thinks over her talks with Prue and the various other patrons of the bar. She knows she needs to go back, but that doesn't mean that going back will be any more pleasant.
A world without sisters.

Looking into her cup, Piper thinks about Phoebe and Paige. She sees Paige’s face when they first met, then sees her a few years later mixing potions.. Then there's a picture of Phoebe with her glasses on, typing her column - very different from the rebel in high school and who left them for New York. They've both matured so much and now..
She lets out a long breath. She’s asked herself many times over the past years what Prue would do. This time she knows, and even had her help before hand.
Now it's just doing it.

Piper slowly gets up from the booth, her face set and determined. Prue’s right: it will not end this way. She sets her teacup on Bar, walks toward the door and with a deep breath steps through.

faithful-slayer.livejournal.com

After finding out that Tim was leaving, Faith ran outside to cry in private.

She fell asleep out there, huddled in a ball on the grass.

Which is why, when she comes back in, there's grass on her clothes and in her hair, faint stains on her skin, and her eyes are puffy - and her expression is one of much woe.

She makes a quick detour to wash her face, and then comes back to the bar, cleaner but still looking sad, acquiring coffee and food before finding a quiet booth.

Hugs are welcome.

namo

There is an unhappy Vala in the bar, huddled in a booth.

Drinking.

He isn't massively intoxicated yet, but he's well on his way.

Approach with caution.

nerdanel_the_wise

Nerdanel has her child in her arms and a small sack in slung over a shoulder. Her face reflects anger and sadness as she goes to the door and opens it on her living room.

She didn't need to be where people ran out on her. She'd done that once, she wasn't doing it again. And she'd be damned if she let her son experience it.

The Elf steps through and the door practically slams shut.

beauty-marred.livejournal.com

[OOM, sort of: While in the cells, Narcissa receives visits from her son and her husband, both millitimed to two days ago, and earlier today, from one Mr. Salazar.]

milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com

Wells spent most of this morning running- not the endurance runs so many of the Bar's patrons undertake by the lake, but wind sprints. Practised the hundred meter dash, too, as he had in the days before he first went home. He's had to do that more times than he likes to remember in the past two years, and his time is good- even in boots, over muddy ground. Nine point eight eight seconds is nothing at all to sneeze at. He'd never be able to pull it off if it weren't for the wolf- not at his age, anyway; forty-three is not an age for competitive sprinters, at least not among twenty-first-century human males.

But that was earlier. Just now, Wells is leading the way to his 'football pitch', as Sharpe could do with some kicking things and Wells wouldn't mind the practise himself.

dragonofgrey.livejournal.com

Yesterday, he pissed off FX. Then later, Molly.

So now there was a wizard in very distinguished robes, reading up on muggle military history again, having afternoon tea.

The message on the back of his robes that once read "~~I play with my wand WAY too much.~~" Now had this instead, "I WISH I HAD A WAND TO PLAY WITH."

eldorne-girl.livejournal.com

[Delia doesn't always wear green and/or black, thank you very much]

[sometimes she wears blue.]

[whatever she wears, though, there is still a familiarity to her walking down to the bar proper, getting a drink and a book, before moving to her normal table that will rarely go...]

[when it does, something's up]

undignified

Just as he thought -- Bar refused to give Wes paint. Ridiculous, really. It's as if she thinks he's going to use it for a prank that's going to make an awful mess.

(Possibly it's got more to do with the fact that he never did pay off all his tab and it's increased quite a bit in the past couple months, but hey.)

He thinks he might have half a tin or so left upstairs, but that's yellow anyway; so he's now munching on cookies and trying to think of a way to get pink paint for Steph.

Or at least, he was, before he noticed the door.

Well, that wasn't there yesterday.

yuppie-trash.livejournal.com

[Out of Milliways: Patrick Bateman enjoys a contemplative moment poolside.]

lvpd_sidle

A strange and rare creature is currently inhabiting the bar.

It is one Sara Sidle, apparently in a good mood.

No need to approach with caution. She'll probably share more than just her good mood at the moment.

r-dewinter.livejournal.com

A slightly older Rebecca deWinter arrives in the bar. She's still lovely, still looks like everything pure and true and good about England, but she's changed a bit. Not that she was ever truly innocent - some people are simply born with devious hearts, and she was one - but she's more jaded and less secretive at 22 than she was at 19.

Rebecca has also become significantly better at dealing with men of all types than she was the last time she was here. A miserable marriage and a series of affairs will do that to a young woman.

She steps into the Bar, smiles, and orders a glass of sherry.

ironside-pixie.livejournal.com

[OOC: After meeting Lethe]

[OOM: Kaye angsts. Warning for angst and melodrama of a sixteen year old in lurve!]

not-one-drop.livejournal.com

She goes out to the lake, because that's just what she does when she wants to think. If someone were watching they might see her walk until the water was at her waist, then dive below the water. Surface a couple minutes later, blowing water out of her nose, then dives again.

This time, she doesn't come up. Were someone to look, they might see a fuzzy outline deep in the water as she explores.

almost-arabian.livejournal.com

((OOM: Things improve.))

There is a rather stunned looking man standing in the doorway of Milliways. He hasn't seen the place for almost a year and a half and it's ... exactly as he remembered it to be, even if he spent quite a bit of time insisting to himself that it could have been some elaborate hallucination.

At any rate, more about him. His hair is trimmed, though somewhat touseled, and he appears to be wearing a khaki uniform and heavy overcoat of the same colour. The sleeves are rolled up and he is dirty.

Dusty is perhaps a more accurate term. The thick goggles are a hint at what he's just come from - his motor bike is parked just outside in the background.

He is blinking. "Well, this certainly isn't the motor shop."

It's hard to tell if he's really bothered by this. The grin on his face suggests that it is in fact a smaller blessing than a curse.

steadfastknight

Kitt had the newspaper in front of him when he walked in, thus why he didn't notice he was in the bar until he was in the bar. A few blinks and he realised where he was - and immediately turned to go back to the door, starting, "Michael, I found the--" But the door had closed, and he knew that if he left, the bar probably wouldn't be there when he turned back.

He'd have to keep checking the door, to see if he could haul his partner in.

Until then, he figured he could have a tall, cold soda and enjoy the paper, and possibly the company.

inquisitivehero

Hank sits in the main bar, at the table near the Infirmary, sipping coffee while he taps at his laptop, working on things from home.

It has been a very long few days and he was tired, so he is here again, after sleeping for almost eight hours upstairs, and is wide awake.

politestpirate.livejournal.com

[OOM: Infirmary Visits]

Whew. Wellard is thankfully getting beter, so! These should be the last of them, though some are continuing in slowtime.
Kennedy checks on Wellard and some how the tables get turned on Archie in reguards to a missing uniform jacket and his fiance. The Doctor's Wife, aka Kaylee comes in to 'improve moral'- her and Simon's words- and there is cheerful conversation! Elda drops in with her homework, and protective spells are discussed. Hannah discovers the infirmary, and learns why Wellard is there, and gets the fun warning about Blodwen. A bit more woe on that subject is discussed with Amy before the conversation goes on to better things. Meanwhile, commiserate on some events they are both none too pleased with. Wellard still has to get used to a talking Ako, but some things still thankfully remain the same with the Fox. Last but not least, the Commodore, aka Merriman Lyon, stops by to explain a few more things to Wellard about all that happened.
Various slowtimes still in effect.

And, the unknown visitor.

[OOM the Second: Fit to Go]

Slowtime still in effect, but as of last night, Simon pronounces Wellard well enough to leave the infirmary- at least. So, cue one midshipman, dressed, but vest and jacket carried under one arm, exiting the infirmary and heading to the stairs.

He will be back in the bar when the mun has time for him to do so.

obligatoryass

Logan's in the Bar.

Graduation's soon. He's not sure if he actually wants to go or not. It seems kind of pointless, with no parents to care. Trina's filming in L.A., and he doubts she'd come even if she weren't. It's not really her kind of thing. After all, she's not graduating, and it's rare to see her at a formal event where she's not the center of attention.

Still, it might have been nice to know someone would be there to cheer for him when he walks across the stage.

He orders a cheeseburger and a soda with great indecisiveness. It seems to be the order of the day.

He doesn't even know if he feels like talking to anyone.

still-michael.livejournal.com

It was supposed to be the bathroom door-- out, not in, luckily.

That was the only thing that kept Michael from calling to Kitt that he'd found the bar... since he wasn't sure Kitt could hear him and there was no other way into the bathroom besides that door.

Besides, it seemed Kitt was already there, so Michael headed over, instead.

Feel free to waylay him, though.

Mun has what feels like a touch of flu. While on vacation. And is thus missing her last day in Disneyland because she feels like crawling under the covers and watching cartoons. Only there aren't any cartoons on. So, bar.

yuppie-trash.livejournal.com

[Before Milliways: A layover in Miami leads to unexpected bonding with his brother.]

Patrick steps into the bar, running his tongue over his gums for any traces of cocaine. Time spent under sun has bronzed his skin and gilded his loose hair, and he feels like Greek statuary--swivel-hipped, blank-faced, posed--dilating eyes unaware of the opened, brightened space of the bar until he blinks and his slides on his shades (Ray-Ban Aviators).

He scratches at a day's worth of unshaven stubble, a five o'clock shadow slouching toward ten, drops his hand to the collar of his guayabera (light navy-blue cotton to weather tropical heat, outfitted with enough pockets to stow Robustos, yet possessed of all the sex appeal any peacock could want) to remove a thickly rolled cigar, proceeding toward a dim booth where he slides in and lights the cigar with a (Santos de Cartier lighter. Measures approximately three inches long, solidly constructed, three ounces heavy. The lighter has a matte lacquer body and a steel-finished cap and trim.) sideways sweep of the thumb. He continues to toy with it, opening and closing the lighter.

(flick-click-snap)

(flick-click-snap)

fighting_mad

[From here.]

And then the number of bald pilots in the bar goes up by one.

Plourr looks up fast when she steps into Milliways because, as ever, this isn't where she'd meant to be. But she's here now, in full orange flightsuit and gear. She hesitates a moment, almost turns around and goes right back out, but then she goes to the bar, asks for a Whyren's, and retires to a dark booth with it. She's sitting there now, staring past the untouched whiskey and helmet on the table. Her bloodied fingers trace patterns in the condensation on the glass.

awesome_lilly

Lilly is a busy person these days. It's getting harder to stay organized. That's why she's making lists.

List 1: Potential additional hires for the brothel.

List 2: Potential birthday presents for Ingress.

List 3: Potential ways to kill Aaron Echolls.

That last one and the conversation that prompted it may be responsible for the fact that she's not exactly smiling as she works.

princeinexile

[OOM: Zuko travels away from his uncle, and into the uncertain future.]

argyle_princess

Friday night at an all girls' boarding school means it's time for...not much actually.

So Hannah is almost pleased when she wanders into Milliways tonight.

So, not-dead blonde teenaged girl in the bar.

white_flowers

The evening is cool for late spring, as she walks out again by the lake. The (white cloak) gleaming green kirtle wraps around her as the breeze catches it, but she does not shiver with the chill.

"Anghared" is smiling as she stops near the water, not all that far from Gimli's forge, and tips her head back to look up at the stars that glitter brightly in the cold vastness of space.

[OOC: This one's plot-locked, I'm afraid. Ping me at Aspenx3 if you have questions. Thanks!]

[ETA: Warning for fighting with definite violence.]

fire-of-mahal.livejournal.com

There is a Dwarf, settled in at a well-lit table, with the remains of a meal and about half a tankard of ale. The reason he's got half a tankard (rather than an empty one) is because he's fallen to working on a new pair of socks while he's in the Bar. And by 'working on', we mean 'knitting'.

Grey and black, if you were wondering.

red-mare.livejournal.com

Out under the trees, there is a unicorn. Jah-lila is lying down with her legs tucked under her, watching with curious eyes as a small brown cat hunts.

misterparker.livejournal.com

Parker's outside, the cool air a familiar calming mechanism. He shivers and pulls out a crushed pack of cigarettes, lights one.

He's antsy, bothered by something.

milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com

Wells and his wife have had dinner together- they do that quite often- but she's gone now, back upstairs to the library. He's going to head for somewhere out of the way soon; he's got a heavy bag, a sixty-pound model, and he's in the mood for pounding on it 'til his knuckles bleed.

Use gloves? Surely you jest...

In the meantime, he's available, if you want to talk to him.

pig-transcends.livejournal.com

The Transcendent Pig is/was/will be/has always been sitting on a barstool drinking lager through a curly straw.

Tenses are so much easier in the Speech.

[ooc: No new threads, and pause or fade all current threads, please. Sorry about that.]

dragon_twin

Melou is back in the bar tonight, feeling much better than he has in days. Sleep, however drug induced, will do that.

He grabs a drink at the bar and take up residence in a booth, keeping an eye out for certain people.

agirllost

A week. It's been a week. Kim's gone from watching for suspects to just waiting and every minute that Angie doesn't come through the door makes it more likely that she'll never come back at all.

She's sipping at another cup of coffee and appears visibly anxious.

[ooc: not plotlocked]

necessary_child

Sam in Milliways. He is supposed to still be translating that book, but has managed to fall asleep on it instead. And considering that the aforementioned tome is even older than he is, this is probably not a good thing for its state of health. Anybody want to wake him up?

singlesoledjest.livejournal.com

A man walked into a bar.

There's no punchline. He just wandered in, got himself a drink, sprawled on a chair.

action-antihero.livejournal.com

'Nother day, 'nother sleepless night, 'nother drink for the former federal agent sitting at the bar. Waiting for Angela to be released is driving him closer to the edge every day, the nagging thoughts in his head that this is his fault getting harder to ignore.

Feel free to approach, but approach with caution.

angela-edmunds.livejournal.com

[OOM: Angela's sentence is over.]

A skinny teenage girl in filthy clothes is pushed roughly into the bar, the door slamming behind her. She's blindfolded. She stumbles forward, and falls to the floor.

She mutters something that sounds like the equivalent of a keyboard mistype, whimpers, and falls silent, lying there like a child's discarded doll.

[plot-locked, please!]

mogget_cat

*There is a cat on the bar. There is a not'cat on the bar. There is not a cat on the bar.*

*There is an Yrael on the bar, lapping at a chocolate milkshake. He has to lick away the chocolate mustache it leaves on his upper lip. Yum.*

clumsy_auror

There's a rather tired witch pacing near the fire with a very fussy baby against her shoulder. It was a long, demoralising day at work, and Anthony seems to be doing his level best to top whatever aggravation she'd faced at the Ministry.

So far, he's succeeding.

dragonofgrey.livejournal.com

Draco's still around in the bar, and he still has that message written across the back of his robes as a joke. The one that now says, "I WISH I HAD A WAND TO PLAY WITH."

And stiiiiill not a clue it's there. Feel free to comment, laugh, make an offer, or whatever.

white_flowers

[From here.]

She walks, with halting movement, into the bar through the lake door. Deep crimson marks her white cloak along her left hip and side, and scorch-marks are visible along the hem. Her left hand is hidden in its folds, and her right hand is pressed tightly to her ribcage, covering a slowly spreading bloodstain.

Despite all this, the White Rider does not look particularly displeased-- until she spies Merriman, who jerks to a halt at her entrance. Her ice-blue gaze as she looks at him is cold and arrogant, and then she turns away without a word.

Limping slightly, she starts for the stairs.

[OOC: Warning for violence in this post too, now.]

doc-venkman.livejournal.com

He's been around, sort of. But he's getting another entrance after a while.

The one, the only Peter Venkman. The Mouth of the Ghostbusters, and now declared God of the Razor Tongued and Speech. (via FX)

And for old times sake, he's wearing that damn shiny gold uniform again. Because after the insanity with rescuing Ray, and the craziness in Danny's world (still slowtimed)... Not to mention work and family stuff in his own, he needed something to make him smile. So, gold uniform and shades, sitting at his usual table with his feet propped up on it, and drinking a beer.

And hell, if you're gonna be a god. Might as well be a golden god and go all out.

creator_raven

Raven is tucked neatly in a booth, notebook at one elbow, plate of cookies at the other.

He's not really concentrating on either thing, however--not at the moment.

Instead he seems remarkably focused on the grain of the table, one finger tracing the same lines over and over again.

If he were human, one might think he had a headache.

undignified

He'd been right about the blastsword: it only took a little poking and a new power pack to get it working again. (Whether that was because it wasn't too broken in the first place, or because Jaina had fixed most of it already, well, that's up for debate.)

And so, in his flightsuit and jacket, the 'sword on his belt, Wes heads for the door and opens it -- then closes it after a few seconds of staring into an empty pilots' lounge, and runs back to Bar briefly.

A whiskey shot, a packet of Oreos for his pocket, and, quietly, "Let me back soon, huh? I mean -- a few days or somethin'. An' don't lock me in next time."

He doesn't expect an answer, and he certainly doesn't expect it to work; but it's worth a shot, and he grins ruefully to himself as he runs back to the door -- and out.

gramarye1971

The door to the bar opens, and Merriman enters, pulling off his gloves and absent-mindedly stuffing them into the pocket of his overcoat.

He makes it all of two paces into the bar before his head snaps up, instantly alert and instantly wary. One glance at the door leading out to the lake, and he is already moving toward it.

[OOC: Plot-locked, alas.]

spooky-shrink.livejournal.com

Malcolm Crowe and Wesley Wyndham-Pryce are sitting at the bar, enjoying a drink.

Well, Malcolm is doing that. Wesley is drinking too, but he doesn't seem to be enjoying it much. That might have something to do with all the glaring he's doing at Malcolm.

Not that that's bothering Malcolm in the slightest. He's peppering the former Watcher with questions about how magic works. Wesley, of course, can't stop himself from talking about that.

Damn shrinks.

Feel free to interrupt.

middle-name-s.livejournal.com

Pre-Milliways: Bringing in a consultant.

Harry Truman enters Milliways for the second night in a row, followed closely by Dale Cooper. For just a moment, the Double R Diner in Twin Peaks is visible.

It's weird going from one resteraunt right into another.

Clarice is visible, which is handy; Harry lets Coop head over to explain things to her while he wanders over towards the bar. He just had a cup of coffee, but hey... caffeine is the oil in the gears of justice. And maybe he can get a donut, too.

[OOC: Cooper is plot-locked, but Harry can be tagged as sitting over by the bar while Cooper talks to Clarice, if you so wish.]

soweroflife.livejournal.com

The couches are graced with one fertility and agriculture spirit, dozing with his feet resting on the Bag. He's been working in the Garden, so he's naked to the waist again, clad only in his faded jeans, and his hands and feet are grass-stained.

There is a half-empty bowl of strawberries on the table by his couch.

redhorserider.livejournal.com

It's time for a break, she reckons. The door swings open and she saunters in wearing a casual outfit of jeans and a red blouse with red leather boots.

A cosmo is ordered from the bar, a seat taken at a nearby table and she watches and waits.