May. 25th, 2006

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( moments ago, near Mars )

The only other time Spike thinks he was more relieved to see this place was after that incident at the Mars-L.A. spaceport, and it's the one time he wasn't even expecting it. Tonight he's glad, but for a different reason: it means Beth's safe and by proxy it means Junior's safe. He doesn't give a fuck what he looks like balancing all these packages either: at least he's not shot and bleeding. No busted ribs, no damn, I feel like I'm going to die business. Just him and Beth and their things, and it's almost like a huge fucking weight's been lifted.

Almost. The feeling of relief doesn't usually walk around hand in hand tinged with regret.

The front door clicks shut behind them. He doesn't know about Beth, but right now he's thinking Room 8 will look like their own little oasis for a day, two days, however the fuck long it takes to figure out what they have to do next. If it gets to be up to him, the reality of out there never sinks in while they're in here. Without a word -- as if they'd agreed on it in advance and sealed the deal in blood -- he and Beth make their way across the bar and through the door leading upstairs.
[identity profile] rigthegames.livejournal.com
Bar gave Sands another book along with his tequila today, so he’s sat in a corner reading it as he smokes, with eyebrows raised and a faintly amused smile. Every so often, he glances up to scan the bar. But don’t worry, he’s probably not looking for you.
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[personal profile] withamagicword
[OOM: After Stephanie and Zuko's encounter, Billy and Stephanie talk, and break up, and Billy quietly breaks.]
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OOM: A few days after arriving home, the ice starts to thaw. Not fully enough for Ramon's liking but he can't have it all.
[identity profile] lucky-coyote.livejournal.com
(( OOM: Coyote and Johnny have a little conversation in the dream world. ))
[identity profile] prince-arithon.livejournal.com
One diminuative, rather wasted, Master of Shadows curled up in an arm-chair. He's got broth, of course, and water, and is looking rather better than he did two days ago.

Not wonderful, but better. He just looks dying, instead of dead.
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There's a red haired woman sprawled across bar stools. Yes, she's in spandex. Yes, she's distracted and ignoring Bar...

In fact, she seems to be frowning at a bleeding finger in between glancing at an empty wall. Yeah, she's easily distracted sometimes.
[identity profile] middle-name-s.livejournal.com
[Out of Milliways and Into Twin Peaks:

The same day as Clarice and Cooper investigate a body, Harry interrogates a fisherman.

The corpse is probably more talkative. It tells them more, anyway, than Pete does. Also, Mr. Jones has a visitor, and Catherine ponders hiring some new personell.

Meanwhile, Norma Jennings has some messages. D:

Over the next couple days, Harry puts together a Twin Peaks cheatsheet for Clarice Starling. All the background on the Ghostwood Plot a visiting FBI agent (or Milliways reader) could need... filtered through Harry's perspective and knowledge.]
[identity profile] mommywitch.livejournal.com
Piper walks into the bar with three things:
A wiggling toddler on her hip, an older toddler holding her other hand and a big smile.

Once through the door Piper leads the two little ones by the fire.

She's looking for Prue. She wants her sons to know their other aunt.
[identity profile] eldorne-girl.livejournal.com
[there is a couch, one of many. This one, though, has been claimed by Delia, who is idly swinging her legs in the air as she reads]

[Shakespeare's plays, if you must know. Mary Anne has her curious.]

[...care to guess which play she's reading?]
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Inyri's outside, walking around with Wyn-onna-leash, with a light jacket on. Sometimes...she misses the heat of Kessel.


Sometimes.

Anyway, she's around.
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Melou is on his way out today. He's just grabbing some breakfast first, because the food here is better. And there's coffee.

So for now, he's lounging in a booth, coffee in hand and possibly keeping an eye on the stairs.
[identity profile] mark-of-samael.livejournal.com
Even in Alessa's nightmare-tainted vision, the lake seems nice and peaceful today. She can see the sunlight (even as she also sees darkness and fog), the blooming trees and flowers, the butterflies and birds.

She squats by the water, watching it slosh on the bank idly.
[identity profile] milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com
Wells and Ace got the track marked out yesterday around the edges of the football pitch. By the time they'd finished, natural light was no longer available for running, and while Wells can see in the dark he'd just as soon not attempt any land speed records for the first time that way. Thus, he's out here now, bouncing his weight experimentally from foot to foot as he stands at the arbitrarily chosen starting line.

This is, of course, insane. He's not dressed for running; he's dressed as he would be under ordinary circumstances, his clothes just barely falling to the civilian side of fatigues. He's got boots on, for Christ's sake. But then, he wasn't planning on running for the sake of sport; he's running to see if he can, and to see what he can, and how's that to count for anything at all if he doesn't do it just like it's part of everyday life?

So- at some point, somewhere, an inaudible shot is fired, and Wells springs forward from his spot at the starting line, running the four hundred meter loop for all he's worth.
[identity profile] abotticellilady.livejournal.com
There is something rather calming about playing the piano, or instruments similar. She used to play the Virginal a lot when she was a courtesan, but alas Milliways just has a piano and so Bianca must make do.

She's playing something old, centuries old, but it's something quiet and simple.

Calming.

Well, you try playing something loud and dramatic when you are eight months pregnant. The baby will Not Approve, or else approve all too much.
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Time is a curious thing. Although it may have taken longer to get back from Singapore than it did to go, he's not particularly worried about it. The search was a success, after all, and the treasure found.

This time.

By the time the Pearl drops anchor in the hidden cove, Del is gone--

(I'll keep you, if you want - never let me go, luv)

--or so to speak.

In any case, when Jack comes bounding through the door to Milliways, manic glee is clear in both the pirate's glance and in his brilliant, wicked smile.
[identity profile] wilsons-musings.livejournal.com
He walks to the bar and orders a obscure, health-conscious meal quite signature of his tastes. Nothing is wrong.

He claims a table for himself, eats, and drinks. Nothing is wrong.

He does not scan the bar, does not care if anyone he knows or doesn’t know speaks to him. Something may be wrong.

It’s fear that keeps him from searching. Fear he might see someone to who he shall be the bearer of bad news.

Something is very, very wrong.

[ ooc: Beware "House" spoilers! ]
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It's kinda funny really, how you go to shower after a standard patrol, and end up walking into a bar instead.

Wes just stands there for a moment, then peers back over his shoulder -- yep, door's still there.

"Huh," he says with a grin, and hooks his thumbs in his pockets as he heads for Bar. "Don't think I want my 'fresher being a portal for Milliways, but okay."
[identity profile] silvia-broome.livejournal.com
Silvia enters, finishes her bottle of grape Fanta, and burps.

Loudly.
[identity profile] prone-to-panic.livejournal.com
Ever since Nathan offered his island for Archie and Svava's honeymoon, Archie's been making feverish plans. In his head. He figures that it's high time that he did something more than plan, and so Archie is over having a discussion with Bar. It doesn't seem to be going particularly well. There are several books laying on her surface, and Archie is standing there looking mildly offended.

"Alright, I know it's been a bit, but honestly. Sailing can't have changed that much in that amount of time. Sailing is sailing, isn't it?"


((OOC: Mun is off to the store. Back soon. Back, tag away!!!))
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[OOM: Miho comes over to Lilly's suite for movies, ice cream, and a spontaneous strip club audition. Warnings for terrible abuse of Grease, stealth plottiness, and partial nudity.]
[identity profile] human-magnet.livejournal.com
Magneto walks through, lightly stunned. Take a polaroid, it doesn't happen often. He wanders to the counter and drops into position. "A shot of something. Whiskey, I suppose."

The stunned look doesn't go away.
[identity profile] nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com
Ace, sitting cross-legged on a table, with the remains of her dinner (fried fish, chips, and mushy peas) next to her, is carefully comparing a microcircuit board she has set out on the table with a diagram from an overly-large book.

She's going to get rid of that pool if it's the last thing she does.
[identity profile] beyond-therest.livejournal.com
Out by the lake with cigarettes and chocolate milk. It is extremely relaxing, you know. Quiet. Well, not that quiet because I also have Sting playing over my headphones. But it is Sting (not exactly the loudest music) and it's not like a boom box, just a tape player. Anyways, it works and that's what matters.

Company might work as well.
[identity profile] audieraines.livejournal.com
[ooc: Pre-Milliways: April 25, 2011 - warnings for sexual references, 24 season 5 spoilers, and angst.]

Audrey walks in looking down at her cell phone. The bars have vanished and she turns and walks right, suddenly realizing that she can hear her high heels and the hallway of the hotel was at least carpeted.

She looks up, visibly startled and takes a step back. She loses her grip on the phone and it falls to the floor but she barely notices.

The room wasn't near the bar.

She might need an explanation.

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[personal profile] wizard_dresden
Warden's cloak, staff, insanely large jug of water... check, check, check...

Beetle? Okay - who put a bar outside my apartment?

Oh right - Milliways.

At least it puts off the inevitable crappiness that will be this gathering of Wardens.

And it means I don't have to wear this heavy cloak. Do you know how hot it is in Chicago right now? Today? Damn hot. Too damn hot. Sun's really bright too. At least sunglasses don't foul up on me.
[identity profile] stuck-mynock.livejournal.com
[OOMs: Atton, after spending a good few hours negotiating with Hutts, is stopped from going to cantinas and generally enjoying himself by a Dark Jedi who wants information. Some time later, he wakes up, and ends up with somebody breaking into his mind.]
[identity profile] puckishly.livejournal.com
[OOM: Millitimed to the sixth of May because I ROCK AND HAVE SKILLZ.

Okay, so entertain conjecture of a time three weeks ago when Puck is sitting around brooding about Blodwen, and has a skeery conversation about Blodwen with Mercer, which results in Mercer's going off to visit the Wicked Witch of the Welsh.

Then Havelock wanders by, and unconventional weaponry is discussed. Also, Blodwen's fashion sense is disparaged.]
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[OOM: In which Shelley wanders upstairs and finds someone not exactly unexpected waiting for her. He is ominous, she hits him with a chair and it all goes downhill from there.]
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Amy, over by the fire place, with pizza and hot chocolate, in the red dress she made with Anne last fall. Peter Aurelious is perched above her, the squirrels are stealing bites of pizza crust while they think she's not looking.

She's facing the door, and she's waiting for someone.

But she'd be happy -- no delighted -- to see you, too, so long as you are not a certain Welsh woman who knits.

She's in a supremely good mood.



[OOC: Amy will be leaving the bar at the end of the evening. She'll be back, but if you want to talk to her, it's probably your last chance for a week or so.]
[identity profile] reichenbachman.livejournal.com
The infirmary walls have been closing in on James, and so he is going against doctor's orders and hobbling out into the bar itself. His right arm is in a sling, and his right leg is bound tightly at the knee. Movement is slow and painful, but he finally has to see for himself this strange bar that he's been told of.

So, he sits down at the bar and looks around for someone to order from. (No one's gotten around to explaining the bar to him yet.)
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Agnes comes downstairs for a light dinner. She hasn't gotten up the nerve to go to Jack's world yet, but she's doing a lot better dealing with everything.

She still hasn't gotten over his telling her he loved her, either. Which probably explains the dreamy look on her face and the mental poking that Perdita keeps giving her.
[identity profile] buriedmybrother.livejournal.com
[OOM: Merc's fantasticness knows no bounds. Millitimed to only ten days ago (cheer with me, kiddos), Antigone and Xas have a dicussion before the sun rises.

Raven is on Antigone's mind, but he is Decidedly Not Mentioned.]
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[oom: Ever get the feeling you're being watched?]

Guppy comes into the bar from the front, catching something with his foot as he passes through the door. He bends down and picks up a pen, stares curiously at it for a moment, then puts it in his pocket.

Retrieving one out of the eight he lost the other day can't be a bad thing.

He heads over to the bar to get tea and dinner.
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Shufti is by the trilobite tank, with Jack.

She bottle feeds the infant whilst watching the bar. As always, her crossbow and sword remain attached to her belt. But she won't be using them today.

Hopefully.
[identity profile] nicelandingcmdr.livejournal.com
This was the chance Troi was hoping for. It's the first time she's come into the bar while wearing a tricorder. As soon as she sees where she is, she flips the instrument open and starts scanning the door, herself, and the general area around herself. The machine dutifully records the readings for later analysis.

Once that's done, she smiles and closes the tricorder, slipping it into the holder on her belt. Then she strolls over to the bar and orders a chocolate sundae.

Nothing compared to the real thing.
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[personal profile] white_flowers
[OOM: The White Rider may not have been exactly visible, but she has been very busy.]
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Ray's in the Bar with a steno pad and a whooooole lot of names on it, and a map of the United States with a number of areas greyed out. Also a big glass of the green stuff and a curly straw, because dammit, you don't get much less rural and back to nature than curly straws.
[identity profile] twoeyesonthesky.livejournal.com
Purely out of curiosity, Quinn diverts from his quest for dinner long enough to test the front door. Yeah, it opens for him. And yeah, it's the rumpled, ruin-dotted landscape of dragon-haunted Northumberland.

That's all he wanted to know.

He'll just.... get himself some dinner now, and see if he can't go take it out back, under the stars. He wants to store up all the green-time he can manage, before it's finally time to go back.
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Lilly's sitting at a table, a mug of coffee at her elbow as usual and some papers scattered in front of her. After her conversation with Miho about adding strippers and the like to the brothel, she's checking out how much expansion the brothel's current revenue can support.

It's amazing what you can pick up as the child of a billionaire software mogul, and for once Lilly's actually grateful for all her father's business talk. This would be much harder otherwise.
[identity profile] dragonvolunteer.livejournal.com
Cimorene's over at a small table by the bar with a book and a strawberry milkshake, and while she's enjoying the milkshake, the book seems to be rather neglected in favor of people-watching.
[identity profile] giftedthom.livejournal.com
*Thom sits at the bar and plays with fire. This is a sign of boredom.

He may be pouting slightly.*
[identity profile] grumpywordsmith.livejournal.com
Malcolm really hadn't been thinking about it, but he let the word 'kvetch' slip into their discussion about East-Coast psychiatry, and now he's getting a lecture from Toby about not bringing the Yiddish unless he knows what he's doing.

And now Malcolm's nodding, 'Yeah, yeah,' and there might just be a smirk on Toby's face as he concludes his faux-lecture, and oh look, they're ordering another round of drinks, and please, feel free to interrupt if you dare.
[identity profile] puckishly.livejournal.com
Did you know that there were lilacs growing outside?

They're often passed over-- they're not nearly so well-tended as the flowers in the greenhouse and the garden-- but when the weather grows warm, they appear.

It is a very important day for lilacs, to Puck's mind. He and Havelock met a year ago today, you see-- on May 25th.

It was a rather crucial battle, as these things go.

Therefore, there is a fairy wandering outdoors, twirling a sprig of lilac between his fingers.

Humming.



[OOC: Plotlocked, say thankya.]
[identity profile] middle-name-s.livejournal.com
Harry Truman--a medium-sized, rangy man with a lot of curly hair--is sitting at the bar. There's coffee in front of him, and near his hand his big black cowboy hat and a small box lie on top of his folded flannel jacket.

The box is unwrapped, nearly flat, and considerably longer than it is wide.

He looks happy enough, in a subdued way. His badge is visible; his gun and walkie-talkie are not. It's his night off.
[identity profile] anotherlifebro.livejournal.com
It's clear when Desmond enters that this is not where he expected to be, and he stands just inside the door for a moment, considering.

But then he brightens.

"Well, all right, then."

And he heads for Bar, where he orders food, water, and quite a bit of alcohol; it appears (all Dharma-branded) in a handy cardboard box for carrying. He turns to head back out again with it, but you might catch him.


[ooc: any threads will almost definitely be spoilery. also ... i think, no 'lost' pups, but ping and see. :)]
[identity profile] weallscream.livejournal.com
Paul sits at a table like he owns it (and rest assured that somewhere on it there is graffiti proclaiming in childish scrawl that he does). He picks his teeth with something else's teeth.

Paul vould like to suck your blood.
Paul would like to cut your kite strings.

Paul is studying two signs lifted from Wal-Mart. Post-apocalyptic Wal-Mart. The signs are chipped and ruined and faded and warped like most things that spend any amount of time in Swedenborgian Space tend to be (Paul).

'Someone' (Paul) has written on them.

One has been modified to read that old chestnut: "Beware of falling prices the walking dead!". The other: "Beware of falling prices mountain lions!".

Paul is attempting to decide which pleases him more.

Because it's the little things.
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[personal profile] deserved_it
[OOM: Rather a while ago -- Amy and Eustace play chess, discuss Ingress' upcoming party, debate the merits of ermine, exchange mutual warnings about Blodwen Rowlands, and discover Amy's growing talent on the board.

There is a distinct lack of doom. Huzzah!]
[identity profile] milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com
Running cleared his head, and talking with his wife cleared up a few other things. Wells is back in the Bar now, going over a name roster and scowling somewhat. He's neglecting his beer, too. That's how distracted he is.

Makes a good target, maybe. Or not. You never know with these ex-military guys.
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[personal profile] young_tmriddle
OOM: After Blodwen's invasion of the House of Arch, Tom speaks no word of the situation but Door is told. Plans are made.

Ingress says goodbye to Amy - she and Megwyn are off for a birthday holiday in Valdemar.

The Lord and Lady of the House of Arch begin a silent battle.
[identity profile] buriedmybrother.livejournal.com
[OOM: A night or two after Antigone learns of Coyote's death, River finds her outside.

Comfort ensues.

Sort of!]