milliways_bar | May. 26th, 2006

May. 26th, 2006

[OOM: In which Alanna visits Lucy, and Lucy gets a crash course in dragon keeping. We are so sorry, Caspian. *solemn*]

no-prisoner.livejournal.com

[OOC: OOM: Although there's no visible change, Eddie's Todash Vacation has taken a turn for the worse.

Because it was so damn happy-awesome before. Yes.]

latino_menace

So, he hadn't meant to come back to the bar yet. It's one thing getting your ass kicked by your enemies, quite another to let the world at large see the results. But when there's a screaming kid at home and you've got a headache, anything becomes preferable - and anyway, he doesn't care what people think, right?

And so, instead of sitting in a booth as normal, Ramon's at the bar in plain sight. If you point out that he looks like someone bashed the hell out of his face, he probably won't offer to share the tequila.

stilljustandrew

[Upstairs: Andrew and Meg talk, and certain matters of Importance are discussed. Millitimed to Tuesday night.]

withoutanydoubt.livejournal.com

Riza had been intending to write a letter on her dinner hour. It had been some time since she'd communicated with her grandmother, not out of disinterest or forgetfulness, but because she had been busy. Not constantly, but at a steady enough rate that there was always something on her mind that made the appropriate mindset (dutiful grandchild mixed with pleasant 'gossip', as much as she ever gossipped) impossible to achieve.

It is possible that she might be putting some inevitable portions of the letter writing off, but if so, she does not intend to admit it to anyone.

Still, while she now finds herself in Milliways as opposed to her intended location, she supposes there is no reason to forgo writing the letter. She really had put it off long enough. Thus, Riza is at a well-lit table, an empty plate and a half-full cup of coffee set neatly beside her, bent over a piece of stationary.

She is two paragraphs in and stuck. At this point, nearly any distraction would be welcome.

tibetanmethod

[Out of Milliways, and into Twin Peaks, and a little beyond:

Windom Earle finds himself a job.]

kitchen_maid

Perry has waited while Amy has talked to her friends, but now he comes over and holds out a hand.

"Ready to go home, kitchen maid?"

"Yes, I rather think I am."

She leaves letters for Tom Riddle, Ennis del Mar, Logan Echolls, and Caspian with Bar, thanks her for everything, and then takes Perry's hand.

A moment later she and Perry, and Simon Perryvall and Mr. Pemberthy and Peter Aurelious, step through the Door for the first time in months.

And then it closes behind them, and they're gone.

prone-to-panic.livejournal.com

Archie is outside again. It seems to be something of a cycle; full moon, can't sleep. New moon, can't sleep. So he is out sitting on a rock at the edge of the lake with a cup of chocolate, watching the light frim the bar and the light from the stars reflecting off the wavelets. His sword is propped against the rock next to him. He may or may not have been practicing a moment ago.

bloodandnicotine

Spike.

Beer.

Thoughts.

Bother?

wine-women-song.livejournal.com

*Slipping in through the back door, Dionysus takes in the bar as is his custom, looking around to see who's doing what. With a flash of a smile, he makes his way behind the bar and, snagging a bar rag, begins to wipe it down.

The Bar produces a small pile of mail.*

Thanks for holding onto that. I know I need to check in more often than I do.

*Gathering up the mail into a bag, he sets it behind the bar. He then turns and writes on the blackboard above the bar.*

LUNCH SPECIALS

TUNA MELT
HAM AND CHEESE
BLT
THICK-CUT FRIES
KEY LIME PIE

BREADS OF VARIOUS TYPES AVAILABLE
SUBSTITUTIONS WELCOME

*He turns and relaxes against the bar's back counter, humming to himself.*

mollyprewett.livejournal.com

[[OOM: The morning after a full day of hiking through the desert, and Molly’s feeling it. Rated for smut, (explicit) sex, schmoop and sore muscles.]]

gone_byebye

[OOM: In between dinner and planning out what's going to happen to Peck, Ray has a wibbly moment.]

attic-girl.livejournal.com

Fuchsia has forgone the bar and breakfast this morning and is instead wandering around outside near the lake. It's not quite warm enough for wading, but it will be soon enough.

For now, she's happy to walk through the grass and enjoy the fresh air.

nita_callahan

After Puck's exciting night, Nita leaves a few notes with Bar.

( Professor Lyon )

( Havelock )

mother_lost

*The harp music from beside the fire is an old hymn today, but Guinevere seems abstracted. Her fingers move over the strings automatically, though without stumbling.*

milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com

It's been a long time since Harry's had to consider things like the fit of gas-masks or the packaging of emergency medicines. First-aid kits, sure, but first-aid kits won't do you much good if the air vents stop bringing in good clean sea air and start bringing in the latest stuff out of Porton Down. Best to block it before it gets to you, but if that doesn't work, you've got to get the counter-agent as quick as you can.
( Here we stand and here we fall / History won't care at all )
They didn't have to do this in Bosnia. Damn, he never thought he'd be nostalgic for that mud-heap.
( Lay the bed / light the light / Lady Mercy won't be home tonight )
Wells puts that aside for now, though. The planning's going down nicely. There'll have to be drills for some of it, to be certain- spells are nice but the masks give him more peace of mind, and no one ever gets them right on the first try. That'll come soon, and then, it's off to Scotland.

[OOC: Those of you who're participating in the Island of Gratuitous Mayhem plot, the pre-play post can be found here.]

henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com

[OOM. Indy and Lilly start planning the Trebonds' party. Palm trees. Why did it have to be palm trees?]

dukeorsquire.livejournal.com

There is a Terence. There is also a pile of metal gloves on the table in front of him, and a much smaller pile of rags beside it.

Honestly, does Gawain try to pack mud into the joints of his gauntlets?

princeinexile

There is a prince, picking up a smallbento style lunchbox from the bar. Something nice and simple. To go outside with. Not quite a picnic -- for who picnics with their mount, really. Xu Ning needs a good run, and the ostrich-horse needs to stretch it's legs, so once it's in hand, he's walking for the back doors,

Heading into the stables, the boy has plenty to do to get the beast free--leaving just it's reigns on, he leads it out and goes to find a bit of clearing for it to wander and graze on, the lake there for easy watering. He settles in the grass to eat and watch the animal, his dog not far from his side, though she's currently stalking white moths, snapping at them and bouncing on her hind legs and spitting them out when she actually DOES get them between her teeth. EEEYECH.

underdarkangel.livejournal.com

Drizzt stumbles through the door of the bar his attire sayas that he has just been in a great battle, and his smile says that he enjoyed every second of it. His hairr is slicked with sweat as he stumbles over to Bar and and sits down on a stool.

It's been a couple of weeks since he was last here so Drizzt takes a minute to look around and see if anything has changed he is also looking for familiar faces.

"Bar can I get 2 glasses of Frostwine please? One now and one later when I ask."

placing 2 coins on the bar Drizzt picks up the frosted glass of white wine that has appeared before him. Spinning in his seat he looks out at the rest of the bar his viiolet eyes shining.

"It's good to be back."

[OOC:Hello to all I have received internet at my new apartment and as such Drizzt is back in bar come talk if you want though i will have to slow time through this weekend as I keep finding things I need to get done.]

mnt_raph

*Thunder cracks, causing the bottles on the bar-back to shimmy slightly. They clink against their neighbors like teeth chattering in the cold. The glasses hanging above Bar sway slightly as the sound rolls over them.

The count begins.
They say you can measure how far away the storm is if you count between thunder and flash, and then divide by five.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five

The thunder crashes yet again.
There was no flash to speak of, and isn't it odd that there that despite the rain outside, there are no thunderheads in the sky.

One. Two. Three.

The thunder...well this time it rolls. Low and deep, like the roar or a giant cat.

The door to the Staff Hallway bursts open revealing a man on a motorcycle.

If you've been wondering where Raph has been hiding himself for the last couple weeks, now you know.*

iamnotstorm.livejournal.com

Lookie!

Sarah innabar! In uniform! This is likely because she'd just come from training, she grinned as she padded over to the bar proper, patting the surface, "Good timing. I could use a break."

Once her lunch was procured she padded to a booth settling in to just watch.

general-lando.livejournal.com

It'a sort of odd how Bars are often a nexus for more activity than just drinking, unwinding and socialzing. How many times has Lando hears the story of how a farmboy and a pilot made a minor deal in a sleazy bar on a desert planet, a deal that changed the history of the galaxy.

And now Lando can't help but think about how other lives are so easily changed by the goings on here. And how much he finds himself caught up in those changes and those lives.

Not being a philosophical man, Lando treats this merely as fact. He helps people, and they help him. Sometimes.

Either way, Lando is content to enjoy a quiet afternoon checking the finance newsfeed on his datapad and sipping an ale.

bloodyrockgod

[ooc: OOM: Charlie has a bad dream. Warning for disturbing imagery.]

and-far-away.livejournal.com

Sharpe is sitting on the lake shore, his sword across his knees and his dog's head against his leg.

Might have something to do with his offer to Wells, which means battle's coming again.

maydaybrat.livejournal.com

Mordred had a problem. The events of the past few weeks had made being him rather difficult, and yet he was bored hiding. And though he is actually fairly intelligent, sometimes he is not smart and it's a while before a solution came to mind.

Thus, he is in the bar. As a fox, curled up on a couch with his nose in his tail and watching everyone.

lt-naraht.livejournal.com

Lookit all the shiny wires and interesting components!

Naraht's at his usual table, but he's not having supper. Instead, he's doing arcane, engineering type things with micro-circutry and transmitters. His hatchmate wanted good communicators for when the team goes up against Peck and Foliage Census, and Naraht's determined to give him the best he can make.

But he wouldn't mind an interruption, but you might need to be persistant. He has entered "The Zone" in his work...sometimes known as "Nerdvana".

pernese-dragon.livejournal.com

A dragon entered into the bar, unsure of just how he'd gotten there. Light reflected from his irridescent hide, showing a light undertone of color, and his blue eyes were beginning to whirl to a light orange. His tail flicked.

The dragon, Ruth, looked around him, uncomprehending. He saw people, creatures, beings, all dressed in strange, random garb. All of them were different, as if neither belonged to the same country, or even the same planet, certainly not the planet of Pern. Was this the other side of death?

He tried to think back; he had been expecting... nothing? That's right. Jaxom, his rider, had died. Ruth hung his head. It shouldn't have happened; it was stupid and senseless. He silently cursed those who had killed him (those around him might have noticed a small hiss). Some of the Pernese had been so afraid of change, and Jaxom, Jaxom had been the figurehead of change, an obvious target.

When Jaxom died, Ruth went between and stayed there, as was proper for a dragon. It was a really easy method of dying. But then, then he had showed up here. He hadn't been expecting an afterlife, and he'd at least hoped that Jaxom would be in any afterlife he found himself in, but neither had held out to be true...

He had to wonder if perhaps he had slipped up in between and actually ended up travelling some place by accident...

Current Mood: confused

cywyllog

[OOM: Discovery and recovery.]

white_flowers

The white of her attire is pristine and gleaming in the light of the room when she comes downstairs, with a white shawl wrapped around her. Perhaps she is merely chilled, but the shawl is drawn closely, almost as though in protection.

Blodwen settles at a table, one in a shadowed corner, and commences work on her knitting. She seems content enough; certainly she is smiling.

The baby's blanket is very nearly complete.

[ETA: Now with warning for violence -- in the first thread.]

red-as-rose.livejournal.com

Rose Red is now in the bar -- like she wasn't before? well, okay, so she's always been in the bar, though she spends time both upstairs and in the House of Arch, and quite possibly uses the other exit to see London Below every now and then -- and sitting on a barstool, reading a magazine.

In fact, it's Bird Fancy.

Why she would be reading Bird Fancy when she is not a bird owner, nobody knows.

eldorne-girl.livejournal.com

[OOM: Mithros bless, stupid girl. Set after this thread.]

gravity_shifter

Sikozu is seated at a table with a chocolate milkshake and a lot of books. If one were so inclined to look at the titles, one might notice most of them have to do with childbirth and pregnancy. The rest are in Kalish, so there's no telling what they are.

Every so often, she jots something down in a notebook, but that's in Kalish, too. Sikozu might be up to something. Then again, she might not.

e_delmar

[OOM: Before.]

Ennis'll get in the truck and drive, maybe.
Hate me today.
He never did go anywhere.
hate me tomorrow.
Alaska, Minnesota, Canada, Texa-

You never doubted my opinion on things like suicidal hate

not Texas.

You made me compliment myself when it was way too hard to take

Maybe somewhere cold.
Hate me today.
Maybe somewhere hot.
Hate me tomorrow.
Maybe somewhere he can go and stay.
Hate me for all the things I didn't do for you.
Maybe he realizes he ain't coming back anyway.

And with a sad heart I say bye to you and wave
Kicking shadows on the street for every mistake that I have made
And like a baby boy, I never was a man
Until I saw your blue eyes cry and I held your face in my hand
And then I fell down yelling "Make it go away!"
Just make a smile come back and shine just like it used to
And then [he] whispered "how can you do this to me?"

Hate me today.
Hate me tomorrow.
Hate me so you can finally see what's good for you.

Maybe it doesn't matter at all, because when he opens the door to his damn truck, he trips and falls and god damn shit motherfucker if the inside of his truck don't look like a place he ain't been in longer'n he can remember.

Italic white text is lyrics from Blue October's Hate Me. The full lyrics are up here.

lvpd_sidle

Two CSIs come in through the front door.

One is holding a wee baby Goddess.

The other is holding a stack of files.

Both are arguing cheerfully while the wee Goddess gives them looks that indicate exactly how silly she finds them.

Bother.

bloodyrockgod

Charlie with guitar, playing something you haven't heard before and stopping now and again to write it down.

It's kinda pretty, though, don't you think?

[ooc: Season finale has not happened for him yet. All in good time.]

nita_callahan

[Last night: After Blodwen attacks Puck, Mercer brings him to the Infirmary. There is Planning.

Later, Havelock comes in to wait.]

undignified

"...no, really. The 'fresher? Is not a good permanent door, Bar."

You can catch Wes at the Bar with cookies after he makes a quick detour to the bathroom.

(You know. That door off to the side--? Yeah. That one.)

faithful-slayer.livejournal.com

Well here's a face that hasn't been seen often.

It's that wedding plan stuff.

But she has a couple of people to ask small favors of - well, a couple of people and one certain vampire - so here's Faith, with coffee and a small, secretive smile.

human-magnet.livejournal.com

Magneto strides in, regally. He pauses and looks around suspiciously . . . as if he'd never been here before . . .

"What is the meaning of this?" asks the man who rules the world. "Where am I and who is responsible?"

skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com

And, dated to yesterday before certain events, even if some of the threads are still being worked on and are continuing-

[OOM: Security Meeting]

torch-reporter.livejournal.com

Tonight, there is a Chloe in a bar, over at the fire with her laptop and a non-fat no-foam latte. It's been a few weeks. Milliways is a nice change of pace.

She's working on editing her article for the Ledger, trying her best to keep out any scathing editorial remark on ex-Deputy Watts. Okay. Forget that. Maybe she isn't trying all that hard but hey, the creep deserves it.

Still, it's another article for the Ledger with her name as the byline. Even if she did get buried alive in the process.

audieraines.livejournal.com

It was a weird night. Audrey had spent most of it trying to make sense of where she was and how she got there.

She didn't reach much of a conclusion, except that her watch and cell phone were now completely useless. Several times, she almost went to knock on Jack's door but something stopped her - maybe the fact that he was distant or that he didn't seem happy to see her.

Now, she's sitting at the Bar and trying not to feel like this is her first day on the Hill all over again.

beyond-therest.livejournal.com

Sitting by the lake. Honestly, it's perfect. Wearing comfy stuff, because really, who cares? Just a Aerosmith T-shirt and shorts. No shoes. Digging my feet into the grass, regardless of my everlasting fear of tapeworms. Thinking with momentary stops of reading the biography of Monet. Piece of crust left on a plate nearby. The pizza was really good, imported from Sal's Pizza which is normally about three blocks away, but this time it was different, as you could expect. I never eat the crust though, not sure why, I just don't.

stuck-mynock.livejournal.com

[OOM: Taunting, a safety razor and lightsabers leads to violence involving fingers. Warnings for mild violence and finger-loss.

Some time after that, he has a conversation with an imaginary stuffed ewok Warnings for stuffed toys.]

ulfin-kingsman.livejournal.com

OOM: A peace embassy. Which proceeds to go horribly wrong. Good going, Gawain. Text written by Mary Stewart.

The door opens, and an exhausted Ulfin stumbles in. He's been riding hard and without rest, to Benoic and back, followed by running back and forth with urgent messages all day in between attending the king, and he looks it.

He could do with something to eat.

oneman_onevote

He had spent most of the night and the morning in the infirmary. Just watching.

But Puck seems unlikely to wake anytime soon, and he had the impression that the healers found his silence a little intimidating. Far be it that he make anyone uncomfortable.

But he is not really looking for company, so sits up in the shadowy rafters, alone and thoughtful. Although there is no conclusive evidence, there seems little doubt as to who is responsible. Well, then.

He turns a small knife over and over in his hands as he thinks, or maybe doesn't. He's certainly looking at nothing in particular.

prone-to-panic.livejournal.com

Cup of tea? Check.

Security badge? Check.

Archie inna bar? Check.

Willingness to be bothered? Double check.

antarianmax.livejournal.com

At some point before this, Max was in the bar, and he went to Bar with a pile of lovely envelopes, with less-than-lovely slips of paper inside them.

Copies were left with Bar for Ford Prefect, Trillian, Shelley Winters, Meg Giry & Andrew Wells, Arithon s'Ffalenn & Bianca Solderini, Nick Knight, Arthur Dent & Fenchurch, Zaphod Beeblebrox, Charlie Pace & Darien Fawkes, Isabel & Warren Meers, Liam, Karen and Megan Pace, David Talbot & Loki, Moiraine Sedai & Dream, Archie Kennedy & Svava, Angel Dumott Schunard, Valentine Wiggin-Skywalker, Mark Cohen, Nita Callahan & Kit Rodriguez, Crowley & Aziraphael, Richard Sharpe, Angela Edmunds, Sara Sidle, Willow Rosenberg & Tara McClay, Rupert Giles, Wesley Wyndham-Pryce & Winifred Burkle and the crew of Serenity:

( of this note )

(Moiraine's copy only has the post-script of You and Daniel can just walk in, right?)

twoeyesonthesky.livejournal.com

Quinn's been busy today- packing and repacking things, mostly, in the interests of efficiency- and now he's hungry. There's a table near the fire that looks right promising, so he settles down there with his tray and his beer.

Home soon. Curry- which he's woefully unfamiliar with and may well flame his taste buds into oblivion with- now.

kurosakiboy.livejournal.com

There is one Ichigo in the bar, sitting in a booth this nice night, all on his own.

Well...sort of.

'Oh Ichigooooo...'

The teenage boy shakes his head. Hearing voices is never good, but Ichigo knows that this is particularly bad.

'What's the matter, huh strawberry? Not worried, are you?'

He hangs his head, staring downwards but not truly seeing anything before him. All his attention is fixed on keeping that...thing down. The last thing he needs is for it to get loose. Somebody might get hurt, and he'd never be able to show his face around the place again if people found out.

Sneaking up on him right now would be very cruel.

tibetanmethod

[Out of Milliways, and into Twin Peaks:

Dale Cooper gets a visitor.]

not-only-wisdom.livejournal.com

Nynaeve is downstairs again today.

There is no tea in sight, but she does have several volumes stacked around her, and appears to be taking diligent notes.

One of them (just one, mind) might even be related to anatomy.

Sometimes Bar is helpful like that.

What of it?

guppy_sandhu

Guppy is at the bar, sipping something cool and fruity from a long glass with ice in.

No, he's not sure what it is either. But it's nice, so he sips it and watches the bar.