milliways_bar | May. 29th, 2006

May. 29th, 2006

vaapadmaster.livejournal.com

Mace enters from the lake area. His outer robe is in tatters, and the rest of his clothing is not much better. He also shows some bruises, and his clothes are fairly bloody.

If nobody asks him what the heck happened, he heads straight to the painting of the dogs playing cards, and disappears into the House of Arch. A half hour later, he returns, bathed, dressed in clean clothes, but still bruised.

The Jedi heads over to Bar, and orders tea, iced tea, and sits to drink and think.

Bug him, before or after the clean-up. Or not.

Current Location: Bar

gramarye1971

[Very OOM: An early morning conversation, in which weighty matters are discussed before breakfast.

Millitimed to, well, a little over a week or so ago. Time is a nebulous concept, when you're outside it.]

vaapadmaster.livejournal.com

[[ Right Here ]]

[[ A similar note is left at the House of Arch for the residents. ]]

bloodandnicotine

Even before the front door opens, you can smell him coming. Imagine a skunk covered in horse dung, and that's a good aproximation for the stench that roils through the door when Spike enters. He is covered in some nuddy gunk, from head to booted toe, and he is NOT happy about it.

"Well. This place IS closer then my apartment."

And he stalks down to the lake, to start cleaning off. The water plants are gonna be growing really good this summer.

treading_dawn

[OOM: In the wake of Blodwen, someone is waiting to speak to Caspian.]

not-death-eater.livejournal.com

Here is something you don't see normally.

A death Eater, fidgety.

Malfoy cannot make himself think of anything other then his mission. And it is tearing himself apart. His Dark Lord, or his Family?

If only there was some other way.

withamagicword

The Door opens and a form in an all-concealing cloak walks in quietly, carrying a large blue pack. The figure's every movement speaks of uncertainty and jumpiness. The cloak is, perhaps predictably, red. The figure glances around, almost furtively, then moves to a booth, as deep in the shadows as it can get. And there it stays.

A wait rat approaches and a gloved hand and robed arm reaches out with a single golden coin and an odd gesture that makes the wait rat's eyes widen. Though there is no spoken order, the wait rat scurries away and soon brings steak, fries, and a tall glass of apple cider. The figure eats slowly, no glimpse of it's face being revealed as it lowers it's head to eat, food entering the cowl and not coming out.

Between bites, the thin figure watches the room, quietly.

Billy Batson has returned to Milliways, and he isn't all that happy about it.

general-lando.livejournal.com

Lando greets the morning with a walk outside. He never thought such things would appeal to him, being a man of the great indoors. But then he rarely had a reason to be outside, or to be someplace where he could be outside and not be in a constant sweat.

If you see him, feel free to say hello.

[ooc: mun is around, with some gaps, till about 11 am Eastern]

river_meimei

[OOM: A while after Jack's departure, River runs into Kaylee back on Serenity.

River's still no good at explanations. Kaylee's still good at comfort anyway.]

bloodyrockgod

Early in the morning, Charlie comes downstairs. He's wearing the samed ragged (and slightly bloody) t-shirt and jeans and filthy sneakers he wore the last time he came through the front door, and his backpack is hanging from one shoulder.

He pauses at the bar and asks quietly for a dozen bottles of water, and packs them into his pack when they appear. "Thank you, Bar," he says quietly, and bends to give the bar top a brief kiss. He rests his forehead on the bar a moment, then takes a deep breath and straightens up. He gives her a pat and looks around the bar, remembering, memorizing.

No letters, no goodbyes except for the most important one. He'll be back. Before he's missed, he hopes.

So. Deep breath again, backpack secure over his back, and out the front door.

The island's been calling. It's time to find out why.

futures_of_ash

Luckily, Rachel doesn't keep track of time very well, else she'd realize that she's drinking before noon. Which is probably a sign of some srtess or another...but hey, she needs it.

So, Rachel, with a bottle of something warming and numbing...

By the lake, drinking, feet in the water.

milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com

They're going soon- not today, but soon. Harry Wells can feel it in his bones as surely as if it were the fulling of the moon. They'll head back to his world and make their assault on Gruinard Island, and that will be that. No more planning bar the last phase, the one he plans to undertake alone.

Well- as close to alone as possible. Somehow he's got the feeling the only way Coop will let him go to the Ministry on his own is if he's unconscious, physically incapacitated, and guarded by that ninja bloke with the motorcycle. And even that's uncertain.

At the moment, though, there's a knot of anxiety in the muscles of Wells' back. He's never been very good at dispelling that kind of thing through breathing or meditation or whatever the latest trend is. Generally, he prefers physical means. Thus he's got a fair-sized punching bag, and he's heading outside to find somewhere to set it up and use it. Indoors isn't appealing to him just now.

gone_byebye

Probably Ray ought to be exercising, or strategizing or something, but let's be honest: he's had more people turning up to volunteer to go kick Peck's butt in the last few days than your average Army recruiter gets in a week back home. (President Winston's not real happy about that. The low recruitment rates, we mean.) It's all a little overwhelming. Can you blame the guy for wanting to get some lunch first?

He'll start trying to sort people out by capability after the meatball hero is done.

precocioustilda.livejournal.com

Matilda is in the bar with an unspecified book from the Milliways library and a small yet decadent waffle. Unsurprisingly to those who know her, she has picked the table with the fullest salt shaker.

sorrowfulmisery.livejournal.com

There is a bio weapon in the Bar. She's... well, we don't know what she is. Her eyes for once are normal but she doesn't feel normal in the least bit. Whether her body is demanding something or whether its trying to tell her that it needs the T-virus is a whole other story. She's hoping it isn't the needing of it. Because she refuses to become dependant on the stuff. But for now there's a bio weapon laying up in the rafters, eyes closed... although she's completely decked out in her guns even though she doesn't need to be, her shotgun laying across her stomach with her hand over it.

princeinexile

There is no reason for him not to be in the bar.

There is no reason to be laying in wait wait, in a table that offers a decent view of both stairs and door.

There's no reason, really, to be sitting there in his modern clothes, apparently waiting, with his dog laying on the floor -- equally watchful. It's like they're...

Ready to ambush somebody.

Soon.

[Not plotlocked, but I'm hoping for a few specific people to tag on! Anyone else is totally welcome to! We like new people!]

http://users.livejournal.com/_mother_dearest/

No matter how eccentric this place was, it was important to maintain calm and routine. Thus, Lyrae Addam sat at a small table with a plate of steamed vegetables and a glass of red wine. She had seen the tab board, and was faintly curious how she would pay for it. The answer would come in time, surely.

Calm was important.

tragic_mask

Melpomene flags down a passing waitrat and orders a hot green tea.

... And then, just sits there. Definitely not tapping her feet on the floor, where they can't be seen by anyone. And most certainly, without-out-a-doubt-for-realz not fidgeting-- or twiddling her thumbs.

For goddesses, even minor ones, do not twiddle thumbs.

Right? Oh. Well. At any rate, she's waiting. She hopes something will happen.

wilsons-musings.livejournal.com

In a corner somewhere is a moody doctor with a plate of food. As usual, it is odd, exotic, and probably delicious. He is not, however, in the mood to share it. Not even if your name is Gregory House.

faithful-slayer.livejournal.com

It's getting close to time for the wedding.

Funnily, Faith isn't at all nervous about it. This is what she wants, and she's happy.

Happy enough, in fact, that she's whistling when she comes in and heads for the bar, something that may or not be - but knowing Faith, probably is - Makin' Whoopee.

Marriage is unlikely to change her much.

notinthefett.livejournal.com

It seems once you drop in to pick up your mail you can't stay away. Warren (of the future! Uh, to you. To him, his late twenties are the now) has slunk (almost guiltily) in and taken a seat at a prominent table, where he looks like he's waiting for someone.

He isn't.

He's waiting for anyone.

not-one-drop.livejournal.com

[ooc: Arg. Mal's back in the bar. Obviously. Only - well, pretend there was an entrance post at some time, okay? 'Cause there was. Really. Seriously. You just missed it.]

Mal is curled up in an armchair by the fire, wearing the new blue sundress Aubrey gave her in Italy. Bare feet as well, curled under her, bright, curious eyes studying the bar.

She'd love a little company.

nita_callahan

There's a wizard curled up in an armchair by the fire, with a soda close at hand. A book -- her manual -- rests in lap, ignored in favor of alternately watching the flames and the room.

Nita's tense, lately.

http://users.livejournal.com/_to_the_bone/

Re Entrance.

The fact that it's summer is something of an incongruity, but somehow, from where he was, Jack found he couldn't wait a moment longer.

Maybe it was that he'd visited. After that, the loneliness had seemed so absolute. Maybe it wasn't that, maybe it was just time.

When Jack steps back into the bar, it doesn't feel like home any more.

But it does feel good to be back.
Frost welcomes him with invisible arms and cold tears as she bends and presses an invisible kiss to his cheek before the two become one again.

giftedthom.livejournal.com

[OOM: California. This is Thom's version of the trip, AKA the official version, AKA the short version.

For those who are interested, Parker's account can be found here. It is ~2~~000~~x as long. But also a lot more detailed and exciting. Special cameo appearance by Longbaugh!

JI: I think I have sexualized enough scenes already.
FRY: Hahahaha! THERE IS NO SUCH THING.
JI: THERE IS NO SUCH THING?
FRY: NO, THERE IS NOT.
JI: I'm so fucked!

Despite this conversation: no warnings. For sex or otherwise.]

misterparker.livejournal.com

Thom and Parker stumble in through the door.

Parker looks down, at himself, at the dress and the heels and the silver wrap. He says, "Shit."

Thom, wearing a tux and looking not at all like a girl dressing up as a boy except for the part where he does, says nothing.

The wandering travelers have returned.

holostar.livejournal.com

The door opens and snow swirls in at the floor, followed by booted feet.

Which, are, of course, attatched to a woman. Who is quite bundled up for snow. 'Cause Csilla is cold.

She beams at the site of the bar, and quickly hurries up and orders a hot cup of tea.

Mmm tea

jaded-jedi.livejournal.com

Bahah! The door! It's back!

That's what Mara's thoughts would be like if she were a perky person. Really, she's just like 'yay!'

So she's finishing off her cup of caff...and as soon as that's done, she's gone.

So talk while you can.

anotherlifebro.livejournal.com

Desmond enters the bar already slightly tipsy and carrying a bottle of something; he's wearing his usual grey Dharma jumpsuit with the top few buttons undone and a plain white t-shirt visible underneath.

When he realises where he is, he grins to himself and collapses happily in a booth.

He gets a waitrat to bring him a sketchpad and pencil, and he sits there, feet up on the bench and looking out at the bar, drawing one of the empty tables.

[ooc: spoiler warning for threads, and also, probably still no living island pups, but ping to check]

undignified

Wes is at the Bar with his notepad, the Earthian bartending book, and the Aurebesh primer Val gave him.

He's getting better at recognising letters, but he still needs to check the sheet whenever he writes anything down, and his handwriting's still awful (in both languages).

Practising lots is boring (bit like drill, really), but he'll do it (again, like drill) -- he'll just drink some Whyren's as he goes. A ~~gulp~~ sip every time he gets something right.

(This is not so much like drill, though that depends who you ask.)

walker-cain.livejournal.com

[OOM: Simple Pleasures - After getting a ride to the next town as a reward for their efforts at helping rebiuild after a storm, they encounter a bookstore, new memories for Cain, and make plans for the next leg of their trip.]

holy-oats.livejournal.com

Is Mightily Oats in the bar?

Why, he very well may be.

To be precise, he very-well-may-be sitting at a table, reading over certain passages of the Apocrypha.*

It's that sort of evening.

*The Apocrypha is a real page-turner, dealing as it does with the imminent destruction of the earth in various unexpected ways. Among these is the boiling of the seas to mist-- though an alternate translation suggests 'the boiling of many cabbages.'

thisfatefulhour

[OOM: Over the weekend, Charles and his father have been doing a lot of talking.]

thisfatefulhour

[OOM: A straight line is not the shortest distance between two points.

It's much shorter to put them together.]

There's a flat, smooth rock out by the lake, tilted slightly, table-like.

Outside, there's a gust of wind.

When it dies, a young man is standing on top of the rock, feet braced. He blinks around him, looks up at the night sky.

Then he lets out a whoop of triumph and jumps off, and hurries for the bar proper.

Charles Wallace has made it back, finally, and he has every intention of celebrating with a cup of Bar's cocoa.

balletrat

*Meg is sitting at a stool in the bar; she has a cup of coffee, and she has a book, but all the same she looks rather fidgety.

She's gotten used to having a regular job again. Weeks of unpaid vacation due to witches infiltrating her place of work are not in her contract, and, as a result, she's feeling rather at loose ends.*

fighting_mad

[OOM: Plourr returns home. You have to start coming to terms with responsibility eventually.]

When Plourr steps through the door, she is staring at the palm of her hand and doesn't immediately realize where she is. When she does look up, though, it's with a startled jerk of the head. If you've met her before, she may not be recognizable; she's wearing makeup and the rich, traditional garb of an Eiattu princess. Even her movement is different; she doesn't strut. She walks smoothly, almost gracefully (she would insist it's the fault of the clothes).

She goes to the bar and starts to order a mug of lum, then changes her mind halfway through, and it's with a glass of shimmerwine that she goes to a table. She's sitting there now, drinking the shimmerwine slowly, occasionally glancing around the bar but mostly just studying the notes scrawled across her hand in messy ink. You can't take the pilot out of the princess.

tragic_mask

Melpomene is sitting out by the lake.

You'd think she'd be contemplating the universe or something equally as momentous. Wouldn't you?

But no. Rather, she has a handful of pebbles in her hand. She's skipping rocks like a teenage boy, watching them skip across the water, gentle ripples forming on the surface.

She seems almost relaxed, leaning against a rock and humming faintly.

http://users.livejournal.com/_clearly_penny_/

Penelope Clearwater is more than a little surprised to find herself in Milliways right this moment.

The shopping bag full of groceries may have something to do with that.

Rolling her eyes, Penelope makes her way to the bar, where she sets down the groceries and digs out two wallets (one for each kind of currency, wizard and Muggle). She then deposits an assortment of pounds, pence, sickles, and knuts on the counter.

They disappear, and her tab shrinks accordingly.

Which is not nearly enough.

the_seafarer

It's a tired-looking Caspian that steps from the painting that leads to the House of Arch, and who makes his way through the mid-evening crowd to the Bar and gains a cup of tea.

He takes a moment to drink it gratefully, and then turns to the door leading out towards the lake, because as busy as these last days have been, someone still needs to make sure the chores have been properly done, and that the horses are settled for the evening.

morbid-midweek.livejournal.com

Wednesday wanders back into the bar tonight. It's the first time she's ever done it on purpose and she's rather pleased with herself, but you wouldn't know it to look at her.

She leaves the finished shirt for Clive at the Bar and then settles at a table with lemonade and a book.

The selection? The Instruments of Torture .

song_tra_bong

Lo and behold, Mary Anne's back down in the bar. She's at a table tonight, watching the crowd and nursing a Bloody Mary in accordance with her 'better healing of bruises through alcohol' regimen.

Stop by and ask her where she picked up the shiner, or feel free to ignore it and chat about something else. A wealth of conversational topics, this one.

ulfin-kingsman.livejournal.com

The door opens, quietly, and Ulfin slips through. His arm's in a rough sling where he was kicked by a frightened young horse, but he's otherwise unhurt.

Physically, anyway.

He heads for the Bar, intent on getting something strong to drink.

singlesoledjest.livejournal.com

Mercutio's been calm and peaceable and friendly for the past few weeks, which is an unusually long time for him to remain on an even keel. All good things come to an end.

His face is impassive as he throws himself down into a booth, and that's the first clue. The second is his eyes, blue and diamond-hard.

He's not in a good mood.

collects_ears

George is behind the bar.

He makes several additions to the specials board then announces:

"Tonights's drinks are; Bat Bite, Belfast Bomber, Belize Rum Punch and Berlin Martini ."

"What'll it be?"

He's in a decidely good mood. Come and share it.

steadfastknight

Sometimes, one can't help humming. Thus Kitt was humming as he came downstairs, pulling his hair into a ponytail on the way. This is possibly one of the most relaxed moods he's ever been in. The question is if this is something Milliways should beware of.

realmrsreynolds

[OOM: Ennis's first night on the Reynolds Ranch. There is no pie. D:]

Sallie makes a quiet entrance for a very specific purpose today.

( To friends of Ennis Delmar: )

jedipilot.livejournal.com

She can see him from her booth. He's sitting in the back, almost hiding, but from her booth, above the heads of other patrons, Jaina can see him. She can see him and she can feel him, but that feeling's only in the Force. Loud and clear in the Force, strong or maybe even stronger than any bond she's ever shared with Jace.

But Zekk's not in her mind. He's not there reading her thoughts and being her and her being him and he's gone. The mindmeld's gone.

Gone and there and Jaina keeps watching him, not touching the mug of ale in front of her.

It hurts. A lot.

gris_bug_man

Grissom has located a quiet booth and is working on paperwork.

None of the stack before him is particularly urgent, but he seems to be welcoming the distraction.

He would be more than happy to be distracted from it, however.

jedizekk.livejournal.com

Zekk likes hiding. He could've gone to Ossus. After all, he's never been able to feel her when he's there and she's here. But in the past few weeks it's been worse. They've been in the same building and he could barely sense her in his mind. Just the Force. No mind.

He's never felt an emptiness like this before. Actually, on second thought he has. When they were forced to leave the Taat and it was just them. And now it's just him.

So it's easier to hide in the back of the bar, sipping on his lomin ale and wishing Tahiri was here. It's too hard to face Jaina right now.

scion-of-amber.livejournal.com

[OOM: Fiona tells Julian that she'll be moving on soon. There is a brief moment of awkwardness before they get distracted by Amberite physics and 'scientific experiments'. And the next day, she sets off. Warning for incest.]

badinlatin

Mal hasn't had a classy entrance post in a very long time.

Please do not look to this post to change this in any way.

However, Mal is wearing a black dress shirt -- probably the one he wore to Las Vegas for his birthday -- and dark trousers.

Laundry day exists in the 26th century too, you know.

[ooc: Am officially back in EST. Take advantage, homies.]

no-comb-shep.livejournal.com

Sheppard is in the bar and lounging in a booth yet again-but for once, he doesn't have a notebook in tow. Instead he's idly browsing through a book, and once again wondering what it was that drove him to try and read War and Peace in the first place. Judging by his expression,a distraction would be more than welcome.

stone-warrior.livejournal.com

Goliath has been scarce since his first days in the bar, taking time to explore and even stretch his wings a bit. Now he is back in the Bar sitting on a stool and staring at a cup of tea.

He's still new and more then a little lost so come talk to the big guy, he needs a friend.

[ooc: Goliath-mun appoligizes for those that was threading with before. Had to go out of town and was mostly without electricity let alone a computer. Feel free to poke at adamantiumbat if you want to continue any of those threads or tag again and Goliath will be happy to play ;)]

tibetanmethod

Cooper is sitting in a booth with a cup of coffee and today's paper.

Specifically, the classified section of the Twin Peaks Gazette.

Real estate.

Because the Coze, where he's staying since he left the Great Northern, is too sheepified for his tastes.

And the coffee is nowhere near as good as it ought to be.

and-far-away.livejournal.com

Sharpe comes in, sword across his back and dog leash in hand, and heads for the back door.

He can be intercepted on the way.

shakenstrfaith.livejournal.com

Scully was having some ice cream. Her notes were by her, and she was also thinking about something. Strange dreams of late. Of the past, and some possibly of the future?

She glanced around, occasionally having a few bites as she watched the bar.

guppy_sandhu

It's been a long few days in Holby. Perhaps that's why you haven't seen Guppy for the weekend. ~~Or maybe it's because his mun swanned off to Devon~~.

Anyway, he's here now, albeit asleep on a couch by the fire. The usual array of empty caffeinnated drinks containers can be found on the table in front of him.

One foot is sticking out teasingly. He's ticklish there, should you be tempted.

shufti

Shufti is at the bar, with Jack strapped to her front. The baby is asleep, his head resting gently on the fluffiness of his mum's jumper. She is looking at a book in front of her, tracing some of the letters with her finger.

street-sparrow.livejournal.com

Gavroche is out in the stables, wearing Enjolras' coat which is tied up with string to stop it trailing too much, grooming Pistolet.

Come chat.

gramarye1971

Merriman's settled into a slightly more out-of-the-way table, one a little farther from the general bustle of the bar. He has a pad of paper in front of him, and the uppermost page is three-quarters filled with neat rows of Latin nouns, but he's set his fountain pen aside for the moment and appears to be lost in thought.

Whatever he's thinking about, it probably isn't the proper form of the genitive singular in the fourth declension.

simon_doctor

[OOM:

As suggested a while ago and decided more recently, Serenity is now in the very-part-time business of carrying a traveling doctor and a mobile clinic.

For a good example of how this is working, one might look at what happened a few days ago on a little backwater planet called Jiangyin.]

blue_ajah

[OOM: Upstairs in her study, Moiraine works herself into exhaustion... and then dreams.]

stubborn-annie.livejournal.com

Annie slips down quietly into the Bar, fetches herself a cup of tea, and moves over to settle down by the fire. There's been so bloody much going on lately that she could do with a spot of quiet and thinking.

Of course, she looks harmless, which is oftentimes an inducement to conversation.

the_antiangst

By all rights, Mark should have been back in the bar a few days ago.
And while a corner of Angel's brain is wondering what the poor boy got dragged into this time, he's not worried. That'll take another few days' absence.
Anyway: Angel, couch by fireplace, hot chocolate, fuzzy gender line, rereading Pyramids (it's still all brain-twisty).

stilljustandrew

*Andrew. Table. Dinner. Book.*

*To be more specific: Table near the observation window. Plate of assorted sushi. Julia Ecklar's The Kobayashi Maru.*

*(There's pictures of Kirk, Sulu, and Chekov on the cover.)*

blue_ajah

She jerks awake at her desk, clawing at her own throat.

The shadow of that horror is clear in her haunted gaze when she glides downstairs into the bar shortly afterward. Moiraine goes to a corner booth and slides into the seat there, murmuring her order to a waitrat. Both hands go to her temples, rubbing in gentle circles as she tries to lessen the growing headache.

withamagicword

[OOMs: The Breaking of Billy Batson: After this: Billy is in his room, his mind and body strained, and worries about things, until he starts getting sick, which brings a nasty surprise. Then, when he seeks some air, things dont go according to plan. Rated W for Woe, TA for Teenage Angst, and SM for Stupid Moves.]

man-of-all-work.livejournal.com

[OOM: In which: Perry and Amy make their way back to Ambergeldar, Perry's given name is used an alarming number of times, and he almost proposes to the wrong girl.

He is, however, rather more stubborn than one might expect.]

howling_laugh

[OOM: Somewhere in New Mexico...]

the_lioness

Late in the evening, Alanna enters and heads straight to the bar without so much as a glance around. There is an exceedingly odd expression on her face as she requests pen and paper. She seems to think long and hard about what she wants to write, then shrugs and scribbles a quick note.

There will be time for more meaningful words tomorrow.

She waits until the note disappears from sight before stomping her way back out to the stables.

( For Thom of Trebond )

loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com

Jason is actually in a booth tonight, nursing a cup of coffee and watching the people in the Bar. He's spent so many nights lately sitting up with Khemrys, either talking, teaching her card games, or simply reading while she did...something with plants. He knows that much at least.
But now he's here! Care to say hello?