(no subject)

[mogget_cat]

*At the bar, there is an albino young man in white tuning his violin, humming random harmonies.*

*He'll play soon. Would you like some music?*

(no subject)

[called_lioness]

[OOM: Lucy and Adam talk outside in a tree. Reminders are given, and worst case scenarios are discussed.]

(no subject)

[river_meimei]

When River steps into the bar, she's silent and subdued, as she has been most of the day. Her hair hangs over her face, tangling down her back, and her fingers twitch in tiny absent jerks against the air. She drifts towards a booth -- in one of the corners, shadowed, with a good view of most of the room -- but where she eventually ends up is a different booth. Also shadowed, and unoccupied, but this one doesn't have as clear a view. You can't see the front door from it.

She slides underneath, and curls up against the wall, a gawky huddle of limbs inside her long brown coat.

(no subject)

[horseblanket.livejournal.com]

[Millitimed to this morning.]

Coming downstairs, with the baby wrapped up in a blanket in a carrier in her arms, purse around her elbow, Very Fine Red Hat upon her head, Sheila of Glamorgan, someday to be Sheila Williams, makes her way toward the door.

And she ruffles Jay's peachfuzz hair, murmuring something about the laundromat.

Of course they'll get there, because that door always opens into the S-Mart backlot, in 1996, Dearborn, Michigan.




But this time, it doesn't.

(no subject)

[stbethadettes]

(In room 8: "Cleaning his gun" is not a euphemism, though Beth can't say she'd mind if that really was the case.)

(no subject)

[futures_of_ash]

Rachel paced. It had been a bad day since the get go, but for others, she had just been incidental...and now, she could feel another storm rising. Burning and twisting in the air with the feel of an electric storm, lingering on the tongue like blood. She hardly noticed when her steps turned her away from the wall and started her back towards the other, flame wreathing and dancing at every footfall.

Something...something...

She knew when he hit the lake, how could she not? The lake was her center here, her heart and soul at times...and yet she held back. It was...his right to choose. To see his breaking points...

He could die...

She had faith in him.

So her pacing stopped and her gaze almost seemed to burn through the air as she waited, counting heartbeats, or bubbles perhaps...

[Tags welcome, though all will be Millitimed to just after Billy's!]

(no subject)

[song_tra_bong]

[ooc: After Fiona, after Martin, Mary Anne treats her wounds. All those she can see, at least.]

(no subject)

[the_seafarer]

[OOM: After the exchange with Blodwen, Caspian needs someone to talk to. First, there is Lucy, who is (Valiant) strong and much-needed. There is discussion of why Blodwen should fear our Queen Lucy and on whether or not Caspian is a magnet for trouble.

Eventually, he sleeps. And dreams. And some things, well loved, never are lost. There was, after all, someone else he needed to talk to.]

OOM: by the lake

[whitest_witch]

>> Jadis and Lucy have an interesting conversation. There is nudity (greatly disturbing for Lucy), distrust, revelation, and a very surprising promise is made.

(no subject)

[magius-unlocked.livejournal.com]

Magius settles into a seat near the Bar. He is humming softly and sorting various pouches and bags on the table. Spell components sometimes require a lot of maintenance and so he is once more looking over his supplies.

(no subject)

[conflictedhero.livejournal.com]

At a seat on the Bar, Bruce Banner sits and reads. Occassionally, he pushes his glasses back up his nose as they attempt to slip off his nose. He is studying for his upcoming attempt to fix things, to set things right. Scatterred across the Bar, near him, are quite a few thick books.

(no subject)

[kitchen_maid]

[OOM: Millitimed to the evening of the 20th, Amy stops by the stables with news for her brother. Rated T for Thank God We Got This Taken Care Of Before All The Doom Descended]

(no subject)

[oldestcharmed1.livejournal.com]

The number of Halliwells in the bar has just gone up by one as a swirl of lights turn into the eldest.

Prue has entered the building. In her hands is a bag, if you want to know whats in it you'll just have to stop by and ask.

(no subject)

[amanda-darieux.livejournal.com]

Amanda is out by the lake like she is most mornings waiting for the time to find Mace. The sun is warm and the lake looks inviting but she restist temptation for the moment. THe lightsaber dangling from her belt.

(no subject)

[mommywitch.livejournal.com]

There's a witch sitting by the fire with tea.
Her sisters would recoginize the thoughtful/concerned look on her face. She's left the boys upstairs with Paige; she feels off since everything happened with Mace.

Distraction would be good.

[OOC: Need to flee, slowtime please?

(no subject)

[the-damsel.livejournal.com]

It wasn't quite summer yet in New York, but it was close enough. The weather had been clear and hot, but thankfully hadn't quite reached the point where it was oppressive. That said, a change for the cooler wasn't unwelcome, and when the front door opened to reveal the t-shirt-clad form of April O'Neil, the wry quirk to her lips suggested she was pleased enough to step over the threshold into the familiar confines of Milliways Bar.

She'd been around, but rarely for more than a few minutes together, generally simply checking in or using the bar as a way station between her New York and late-1800s London. Today, though, April thought she'd linger awhile, if only to take note of the growing sea of unfamiliar faces, and perhaps see a few familiar ones, as well.

Seating herself at the bar, she ordered coffee -- Large, with lots of sugar and cream, and Bar still knew just how to make it -- and opened the copy of the New York Times that had been tucked under her arm.


[OOC: It's been awhile; please feel free to interrupt her!]

(no subject)

[virii-twins.livejournal.com]

The twins were back in the bar once again. They were solid for once, as opposed to the half-solid that they'd been for the past few days.

They were however. Green. Not just a little ill looking, but actually green, all over. Clothes, hair, skin, everything.

Given as how calmly they were playing chess it was hard to say whether they hadn't noticed, or had and didn't care.

(no subject)

[the_lioness]

[OOM: Alanna and Thom's Excellent Adventure. Poor London. :D ]

(no subject)

[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

Wells has been up since a little before dawn, as usual for him. Annie, he figures, will be down later. For now he's got a notice to stick up on the board:

Those of you who're coming with Harry Wells to Gruinard Island- I've got the mission briefings and group assignments ready. We need to go over logistics and capabilities before anyone goes anywhere.

The squad assignments are listed (as per this post), and the note is signed 'Harry Wells'. He's not going to call himself a sergeant when attacking a British military installation is on the menu, thanks.

That having been done, it's time for breakfast.

(no subject)

[scion-of-amber.livejournal.com]

Part of the fun of Shadow-walking is the very fluid nature of time. It's been a while since she's come into the bar, so when Fiona opens the door she just blinks for a moment.

"Ah, this place."

A faint smile, the little princess walks in and shuts the door behind her. Finding a seat, she puts her guitar-case and bag on the floor and looks around.

(no subject)

[sister-lucy.livejournal.com]

Out on the lake, there is a pretty bird drifting lazily along, seemingly unaware of sharks or any other large tentacled creatures that might be lurking below.

A cormorant, to be exact.

Of course, this is Milliways, so it could be the Devil. Or an Angel.

Or both.

Regardless, bits of bread would not be shunned.

(no subject)

[http://users.livejournal.com/_the_empty_one/]

The mantra of Brits and young Mallorean Emperors everywhere - in times of stress, drink tea. And so it is that 'Zakath is at a table, drinking Mallorean tea and not really watching the room. Maybe he should get up, knock on Ismena's door, but...

Later.

After tea, and his heart-rate is back to normal.

(no subject)

[lvpd_sidle]

Jack could be in serious danger. Connor's disappeared. Brass isn't out of the hospital yet.

Sara is organizing her field kit with perhaps more vigor than is needed.

And there is nothing I can do. Nothing I can do.

It's safe to say that she has things on her mind. She wouldn't mind being distracted from them.

(no subject)

[tragic_mask]

Melpomene's chin rests almost casually on one hand while the other taps out a cigarette.
(She appears to have an inexhaustible supply.)

From behind her mug of coffee, she surveys the bar., impassive. Time seems to pass so slowly here.

(no subject)

[leftthecradle.livejournal.com]

The back door opens to admit the Ranger. The filly he brought to Milliways a few days ago gambols at his heels. She is much cleaner, has filled out slightly and seems to have pretty much accepted him as her "mother".

The Ranger heads over to the Notice Board to put up a sign of his own. An identical copy already hangs in the stables.

Attention Horse Owners

I am currently seeking both stud and broodmare services.
Generous compensation will be given as well as the personal satisfaction of helping to save a noble species from extinction.
If interested, notes may be left at the Bar addressed to "Anla'shok Spero", or you may simply track me down.

The notice is signed with a picture of a Ranger's badge. If you touch it, a small hologram of the Ranger appears.

That business taken care of, it's time to prepare for more business. The Ranger finds a quiet table and orders mare's milk and blood oranges from a passing waitrat.

No, he still doesn't see anything wrong with having the horse in here.

Out of Milliways: On the roof

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

[OOM. Earlier today, Indy kindly visits Raph and reminds him about Alanna's birthday. The guys catch up over a few beers.]

(no subject)

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

OoM: Ooops.

(no subject)

[called_lioness]

[OOM: Millitimed to the 28th, Lucy and Aslan talk outside. She is angry, he is gentle, and somehow it ends in thanks for things done both now and a very long time ago.]

Out of Milliways

[horseblanket.livejournal.com]

( Really, truly home. )

(no subject)

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

While this place certainly was odd, that did not mean it was interesting even a considerable amount of the time. Thus, Lyrae Addam was sitting by the fire with a cup of tea and a book of biographies of famous Aes Sedai of the Second Age, a particularly dry read but one that she was rather fond of, still.

In summary, a fairly tall woman of ambiguous early twenties age in a simple blue dress reading a book by the fire while sipping tea.

(no subject)

[silvia-broome.livejournal.com]

Silvia has FANTA!!! It is BUBBLY and full of SUGAR. She is HYPER and filling out a CROSSWORD PUZZLE.

...mmk. Crossword puzzle doesn't make someone hyper. Distract the mun from avoiding a screenplay the hyperactive interpreter?

OOM

[ff-ambassador.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Inara seeks out Simon. Milli-timed to last Friday.]

(no subject)

[vaapadmaster.livejournal.com]

Back from training session with Amanda, Mace enters the bar. The exercise was good, and he is almost back to normal, but people might still notice some fading bruises.

He moves to a booth, ordering a light meal, and iced tea.

Bug at will.

(no subject)

[no-devo-quotes.livejournal.com]

Woman with a whip and a baby. And beer. And ice cream.

Hangin' out at a table.

Enjoying the ice cream and beer.

(The baby is enjoying the end of her braid. Hair is a delicious chewtoy.)

(no subject)

[gravity_shifter]

Another new occupant and note in the office/cells.

Entrance post

[fighter--pilot.livejournal.com]

How often does a pilot come in through the doors of the bar? Yeah, pretty often.

How often is that pilot chuckling over Wes Janson's rear? Not too often. Unless it's Hobbie.

Okay, so how often is that pilot Shalla Nelprin?

So! Lieutenant from Wraith Squadron in-bar. She might be blinking rather a lot and might have the word 'Kriff' on the tip of her tongue.

(no subject)

[not-one-drop.livejournal.com]

Mal is in the bar, as usual, blue sundress wet to the knees and clinging to her bare legs. She's perched on a barstool, a plate of french fries next to her, watching the bar as a whole with curious eyes.

Feel free to bother - she might even share the fries.

(no subject)

[dr-lisa-cuddy.livejournal.com]

Lisa has a cup of coffee in her hands, sipping it while she sits by herself near the fireplace.

She's a little lonely. She'd love some company.

(no subject)

[ash--evildead.livejournal.com]

It's quiet in the suite. Far quieter than it should be with a young baby in the family.

So Ash is downstairs, watching the door and fidgeting in a rather frantic way.

It's either that or start pacing holes in the floor.

(no subject)

[scion-of-amber.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Fiona's perfectly sane, thank you. Set after this.]

OOM: Saturday Night's Alright For...

[princeinexile]

[OOM: Militimed to Saturday evening; Zuko and Stephanie have a night in; they talk of Desh-Thiere, of movies, of dates, and then a whole lot of kissing when talking gets boring.]

(no subject)

[cywyllog]

Cywyllog is sitting quietly at a table, sipping a cup of tea.

She's also humming softly to herself and watching people go by.

She seems oddly content.

(no subject)

[http://users.livejournal.com/_lady_death/]

Lady Death is in the bar, looking ... perturbed. As this expression matches her usual expression however, you may not notice her mood.

She is drinking mead and looking for someone. Sad thing is, she doesn't know who she's looking for, but when she finds that someone, they're in trouble.

Unless she gets more information, said someone is very safe from her wrath. Please don't tell her who attacked Mace.

(no subject)

[ways-lust.livejournal.com]

Lust walks into the bar, carrying another two (or it might be the same two, you never know) footlockers that slosh very very quietly as they swing. Her arms don't strain, but the momentum they display tells observant onlookers there's something in them.

She takes them up the stairs (which groan slightly under the weight), then after a few minutes returns.

(Feel free to intercept her at any point, just please say when you want them to talk - with or without luggage.)

(no subject)

[goodbyesandusky.livejournal.com]

Clive, it seemed, was taking a short break from fashion show preperations, considering that he was sitting on one of the smaller tables, so that he could cut Adric's hair while the other sat in the chair with a towel draped around his shoulders.

They were chatting quietly, though certainly wouldn't mind interruption.

(no subject)

[street-sparrow.livejournal.com]

Gavroche... may have been avoiding spending time alone in the House of Arch, lately. He's there for his lessons, and to eat meals and sleep, but during his free time, he's been where there are people - in the common areas of the House, in the stables, in the bar.

This would be one of the times he prefers the bar, and the Bar, where there are lots of people and he can see the whole room.

Milkshake is a bonus.

(no subject)

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Jack and Angela discuss getting counseling.]

Angela is clutching the notebook for dear life as she enters the bar. She's written some, and plans to write more, but she's missed it here. She'll go back to Canada with her grandfather later tonight, but for now, she'll be sitting at a table, looking down at her notebook, drinking a milkshake distractedly.

She'd like conversation, but might be a bit jumpy.

(no subject)

[song_tra_bong]

Take one couch. Add blonde, sprawled artfully across. Decorate with book over face--specifically, over her eyes; those with finer attention to detail might notice the yellow-green remnants of a bruise along her cheek and jaw.

To garnish, place half-empty (or half-full) glass of water on the floor next to the couch, in easy reach.

Approach at your leisure.

Barmaid on duty!

[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

Elaine comes downstairs and grabs a tray from the bar.


She's looking for people to wait on.

Could one of them be you?

(no subject)

[twostandingby]

It's dark outside.

There's a blond man lying flat on his back in the damp grass, fingers laced behind his head. He's watching the night sky with the rapt attention of one who never gets tired of the stars, even when he's spent his entire adult life among them.

If you're going to trip over Tycho, be kind. Do it gently.

Bartending post

[callmefelicia.livejournal.com]

Adam is behind the bar, wearing the skirt Angel gave him, a flouncy white top, and an orange bandana.

Come get drinks!

(no subject)

[the_lioness]

Out Of Milliways: Suite 132

[Alanna and Thom's Surprise Birthday Party!*

Some slowtimes still in effect. Highlights (compiled by various sources) include but are not limited to: the naming of Alanna's breasts, Thom and an urchin, mini-wiener shenanigans, a wedgie for Meg, a Timelord's problem with goldfish, a knight-ninja tango, and gushy Twins inna hot tub.

*Disclaimer: Arithon thread contained within. This is not the Arithon thread you are looking for. The Arithon thread you are looking for undoubtedly took place before yesterday's OOM and was remarkably similar, save all mentions of London and leather pants.]

(no subject)

[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy slips through the door into the bar with the style of a stealth ninja and the grace of a small hippopotamus with a stone in its shoe. Flicking a quick look behind him he proceeds to a booth near the infirmary and settles there, ordering hot chocolate.

The doctor is in

(no subject)

[shufti]

Shufti is out back, by the target range with her crossbow. Jack is strapped securely to her front in his baby harness, well out of the way of the bow.

She fires sleek black bolts at the targets, then retrieves them and tries again. Sometimes she needs to use pliars to pull them out again, but most of the time they don't pierce too deeply.

(no subject)

[sansa-stark.livejournal.com]

Sansa comes downstairs with her sewing basket. She asks Bar for a piece of paper, ink and quill and writes out a note. She then sets the note on top of a sparkly shawl and a sparkly bag. "Could you send this to Clive, who's running the fashion show, please?"

The items disappear.

( Read more... )

Sansa looks wistfully at her empty sewing basket. Now she needs something to cheer herself up. "Might I have a milkshake please?" That'll have to do.

(no subject)

[countofserenno.livejournal.com]

Dooku is in the Bar. He's looking over a rather information-filled datapad that he's got a backup for in his room, pondering what to do with what. Of course, this means that he definitely needs a break...any takers?

(no subject)

[shelley_winters]

[OOM: After fighting and ignoring each other by turns for a few days, Ishamael tries to offer Shelley peace between them. Her refusal... isn't taken so well, and by the end of the thread, neither are in the sanest of moods, leading to this, because Shelley's ability to attract trouble knows no bounds.]

(no subject)

[cardboard-tube.livejournal.com]

It's been a while, hasn't it? (Ack. Not that the mun uses the same opening line twice in a row...)

Gabe's at a table with some Sprite, reading a book with fervour. Fervour.

"A voice was heard to say, 'Who dares disturb the Crypt Of The Immortal Space Bitches?'

"'I am Grimm Shado,' said Grimm Shado, his triple wand claws extending. 'And I am here to take it to the limit.'"

There's a cardboard tube leaning against his chair, and a plastic folder portfolio on the table in front of him.


[ooc: canon puncture warning, blah blah etc, but ping reinsofworld with any questions. :D also, mun may be slow, but will be here for at least ... four hours.

eee i love all y'all but it's 2am here. slowtime plz? i'll pick up tags tomorrow!]

(no subject)

[fairest1.livejournal.com]

Snow is in Milliways tonight, reading in her old booth. Bigby took the kids for the night to give her some time to herself. Neither the House nor the bar really feel safe for her, but at least it's a change of scenery.

(no subject)

[spark-girl.livejournal.com]

Agatha has been very very busy lately, mostly in ways that kept her in her room. She's at a table near Bar with her clanks, notes, research materials, tools and supplies. There are a few new creations evident -- two new clanks, both with more detailed designs than most of her in-bar crew, and a shiny new gun with adjustable settings.

And the stacks of notes have reached the level that her clanks are focused on ensuring they don't fall off the table.

(no subject)

[simple-aeronaut.livejournal.com]

Lee is out in the woods, looking for fallen branches and so on. Materials to make a balloon basket with.

If he doesn't find enough, he'll ask permission to cut some more wood.

(no subject)

[fire-of-mahal.livejournal.com]

Not that there isn't work in plenty to be done, but even a dwarf catches the urge to do something relaxing once in a while. Just at the moment that means supper in public, and a place by the fire in one of the easier chairs to climb.

And, just possibly, working out the plans necessary to make himself a set of furniture that will actually FIT. Not like the Men are going to be using it, after all.

(no subject)

[ulfin-kingsman.livejournal.com]

Ulfin comes in through the front door, looking tense, strained, and almost as tired as the night he was sent to Benoic.

Things, it is clear, are not going well.

(no subject)

[oneman_onevote]

[OO Sort-Of-M: In the cells, Havelock Vetinari is still patiently serving his time after stabbing Blodwen. Anyone who wants to visit, can do so here.]

(no subject)

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

[OOM: The kindest touch is cruellest. - Ruin delivers exquisite torment through the face of an old lover. Y'all remember El Vago? LOOKIE, ANDRES IS BACK!

Er. Ahem. Warning for sexx0rz. And Andres.]


Some hours later, Gorlim hauls himself down to the bar. White-faced, shaky, hair dripping wet, smelling of antiseptic soap. He cringes from the noise like a beaten dog. Three nights of nightmares in one week, and the last worst of all -- and sweetest. He has emptied his stomach and his soul, and his manic eyes are red. He stands rubbing his arms, one than the other, looking like a junky needing a fix.

He is looking. Looking for someone.


[ooc: Ye Olde Plot-lock, say sorry!]

[ooc Squared!: Gorlim may now be tagged here. Assume all threads are millitimed after Malcolm's, at which point Gorlim is just kinda.... there. Not-really-sleeping.]

(no subject)

[dear-of-heart.livejournal.com]

A small box with a hand attached to it enters Milliways at shoulder-level, before being withdrawn hastily and laid down with a thump out of sight. Several seconds later, Cora enters in its stead.

One of the bar’s many tea-drinkers is making herself comfortable by the fire.

(no subject)

[2suitsisdead.livejournal.com]

The door slides open, and the Cat comes in. On rollerskates. With a bunch of roses in one hand and a megaphone in the other, which he is using.

"Oooooowwww! Hey, I'm looking so good today! If I looked any better, I'd be illegal! Hello, hello! Testing, testing! One, one, one. Me, me, me! Attention, all lady cats! I am feeling very, very sexy! Can you hear me, lady cats? My body is available! Please form a queue! No squabbling! This is your lucky day!"

It's a little hard not to notice him, really.

(no subject)

[jaded-jedi.livejournal.com]

[OOM: He Doesn't Exist. {spoilers for Legacy of the Force: Betrayl}]

The door opens and one Jedi Master steps through, hair an unruly mess from sleep, in not much but a nightshift and simple robe, her feet bare. She yawns, blinks at the sudden light and sighs, shuffling towards an armchair.

Mmf. Something soft.

(no subject)

[the_lioness]

[OOM: After the party, Adam gives Alanna one last gift. It's one neither of them will ever forget.]

(no subject)

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Thom and Delia, after the party. No warnings.]

(no subject)

[snapcrackleburn.livejournal.com]

There is, after some while, a Roy in the bar again. Rather than sitting at his usual table with his usual glass of whiskey, however, he's sitting in a soft chair close to a fireplace, with a cup of tea in his hand and a blanket draped over his shoulders. A look at him might excuse his prolonged absence; his complexion is even paler than usual, and his eyes are perhaps a bit too bright.

Roy Mustang has been sick for the past couple weeks or so, and he suspects that he knows why. Damn that Elric boy... Even if Roy is starting to get better and is probably no longer contagious, he's still irritated.

Company would be welcome to distract him from the bleh of being ill, so long as you don't speak too loudly.

(no subject)

[tibetanmethod]

[Out of Milliways, and into Twin Peaks:

Harry talks to a drawer pull, and Cooper fills him in on the Ben Horne situation. Meanwhile, Ben Horne himself has a talk with his daughter.

Said daughter goes to the sheriff's station immediately afterward. Audrey is pretty. Pretty doesn't mean stupid.

While Audrey talks to Harry, Cooper talks to his boss and goes house-hunting.

And then that night, Cooper gets a phone call, and goes to meet Audrey at the Bookhouse.]

(no subject)

[maxwellsdemon02]

Duo is attempting to meditate outside. He's sitting on the grass close to the lake, in full lotus position, brow furrowed in concentration. Judging by how every few minutes he twitches, or blinks his eyes open, or shoos bugs away, he is not succeeding.

(no subject)

[princeinexile]

If Iroh was anywhere near here, he'd be pleased with his nephew. He was at some semblence of peace, and he was happy with a girl (even if she was a scarred, dead girl) and he...

...he was pretty sure this was a good step in figuring out things.

Right?

He still practiced; blades and bending, beautiful and deadly. He worked barechested into the evening; bending took more out of a man then a simple swing of the sword did, so he did that first in the afternoon, and then picked up his blades and worked through rhythmic, graceful kata through the evening.

And then he picked up his bread and headed to the lake, to spend the last rays of sunlight feeding the turtleducks.

[Millitimed to just before sunset]

(no subject)

[kitchen_maid]

[OOM: Perry takes Amy back to Phantasmorania. And the next morning, life returns to normal, after a fashion, for the Royal House of Phanff.]

(no subject)

[capt_angie]

Angelina comes down from her room and approaches the bar. She orders a Butterbeer and some dinner- spaghetti bolognaise- and takes it to a table close to the viewing window. She takes out a quidditch magazine and looks through while she eats. Comppany would be more than welcome.

(no subject)

[vegetarianvamp.livejournal.com]

Inari is sitting at the bar with a glass of coke and a small vegetarian pizza. She's people watching while she eats, but she'd welcome some company.

(no subject)

[righthandwoman.livejournal.com]

Fun Fact: Only a small percentage of babies are born on their exact due date, and it's not unusual for them to be born anywhere with in two weeks of that date.

That may be why, although Zoe has staked out a couch for herself, and has hot chocolate, she's not looking all that relaxed or comfortable.

Or maybe the uncomfortable part is just because of, you know, the almost-nine-months-worth of baby she's still carting around.

Either way, very pregnant, slightly tetchy first mate in the bar.