milliways_bar | Jun. 9th, 2006

Jun. 9th, 2006

action-antihero.livejournal.com

[OOM, Millitimed to a day or two ago: Jack spends quality time with his granddaughter by...teaching her how to shoot someone. Bauer family tradition, aww.]

explorertruman.livejournal.com

Truman was around, though was up in his room during the explosion out back the other night. He didn't really notice much, though he thought he could a faint retching sound in his ear for a moment. And the Guide went a bit on the fritz.

But seemed back to normal again. He was calmly reading through articles, and looking to see about what he could add about Milliways, and the one planet Q showed him. Even though it was lacking on the sightseeing quotient compared with most places the Guide listed.

whitewitch-thea.livejournal.com

He was often in her thoughts. Talking to Rabastan; finding out even more about the dark Lord Voldemort had only increased the amount Thea fretted. It was this which mostly produced the letter Thea placed on the bartop.

( Dearest Viktor )

She watched it disappear and made her way back to her room. There were things to be done. No time to dawdle.

gorlim.livejournal.com

[OOM: Gorlim and Nerdanel do the cute family thang. They make up for calling each other nasty things a... significant amount of time ago. And Gorlim narrates Elvish postcards. Warning for minor, non-graphic discussion about sex and relationships and shtuff.]

undignified

Mmm. Vodka.

Vodka, and lemonade, and a book that suggests additional ingredients, but only if Wes is sober enough to compare the letters to his Aurebesh-English chart to actually read it. And since he's not, he's pretty much stuck on the vodka and lemonade for now.

Not that there's anything wrong with vodka and lemonade, especially when he's willing to share (he is), but it just ought to be stated.

Another thing that ought to be stated is that he's been here a whole year now, but he's already eaten his free slice of (chocolate) cake from Bar, so it's not really noticeable. But. Stated.

withamagicword

[OOM: In the cells, Billy Batson, having learned what he had done, breaks. And gets a visitor.]

wyrd-fox.livejournal.com

What have we here? It appears (on the surface) to be one of the small, woodland creatures that inexplicibly wander through Milliways. To be specific, it's a little fox.

He's looking for pettin's and food to mooch. Maybe your table is a likely target.

not-a-wizard.livejournal.com

Having slept exceptionally well and deeply last night, Telemain finds his way down to the bar. He's shrugging on the long blue vest, the one with the pockets, as he emerges.

The new patron makes his way to the bar and orders a tea with lemon, before making his way over to sit in front of the observation window, where he sits to stare and let the tea get cold.

not-one-drop.livejournal.com

[ooc: Mal and Parker explore San Francisco. Rated C for Cute and Cuddly.]

Mal and Parker step through a door, the former carrying a small pet case, and the latter smiling. They stop to look around the bar, before heading to a table and sitting. Mal opens the cat case, and a medium-sized adult cat steps out, looking around curiously.

Mal grins. "Welcome to Milliways, Orion."

[ooc: And I'm off for a couple hours. All tags will be picked up! ~~Back!]~~

theravenboy

[In and out of Milliways: For the last several months, a series of letters and messages has been passing back and forth between Milliways and Arthur Pendragon's kingdom beyond the North Wind. Yesterday, Arthur Pendragon received a letter from Guinevere in which she forgave him the wrongs he did her long ago. Today, Arthur writes back to Guinevere, issuing an invitation.]

milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com

There were nightmares last night, but just the ordinary kind, so Wells didn't notice them very much. He was up and out and about early for morning exercise, and possibly to find Bernard for Annie's sake.

Right now he's back by the football pitch he set up and the impromptu track whose limits he defined around the borders. This is not a good day for gunnery, or hitting things. Today it's safest just to run. The moon's drawing too close and he doesn't much want to feed the wolf if he doesn't have to. Target practise, no matter how abstracted he made it, would eventually feed into what it wanted. Running wouldn't.

Eight hundred meters today, then. Over and over and over again until every muscle in his legs is screaming at him, and then a pause long enough for the worst of it to be flushed away by his system before he starts the process all over.

Hey, it's better than brooding.

awesome_lilly

Lilly has had an interesting night, if by interesting you mean disturbing and sleepless. She comes down to the bar early in search of coffee.

Bar gives her coffee. A waitrat gives her an unwanted gift. Lilly stares, fighting back a shudder.

Well, fuck. This is probably not going to be a good day.

"Bar, can I have some Bailey's for my coffee? And an evidence bag?"

yuppie-trash.livejournal.com

Delivered by wait-rat (or a midget in a plastic mask) are the following:

( Lilly Kane )

( Cywyllog )

action-antihero.livejournal.com

[Millitimed to last night; thanks a lot, thunderstorms.

Also, OOM: Billy explains to Jack what he remembers about the attack on Steph and Zuko.]

After posting a note for Mel and other Security members, Jack heads into the bar and scribbles a note for Rachel. It had been a private message that Billy had asked him to pass along, so it seems better to leave it with Bar. Besides, she might get it faster.

( For Rachel Grey )

the_lioness

Alanna sits by the observation window, cleaning her sword when she remembers to look down at her hands. Otherwise, she stares at the destruction, thinking, or watches Adam and wonders how he's handling being inside. Neither of them have said much for the last half-hour.

What had War meant by ‘this weekend?’ Friday, Saturday, Sunday -- Alanna wouldn't even be surprised if she waited until Monday to appear. More mind games.

Frowning, Alanna wishes she had thought to pin down a day. Now all they can do is wait.

Impatiently.

not-de-la-vega.livejournal.com

There was a masked hero out by the lake, putting himself through his paces, he had his sword nearby, but at the moment was working with a pair of knives, they seemed almost too small for him, but he liked them, they were light and moved easily.

Bother him if you like, just stay out of range until he's noticed you.

(that said, am at work, replies may be patchy, but am working on typing project, so may not be. Hard to tell.)

dr-mckay.livejournal.com

Rodney is looking decidedly smug. Also, decidedly tired.

And carrying something round and otherwise unidentifiable.

"I think drinks are in order," he tells the bar. "We can now get our Stargate up and running."

Current Mood: accomplished

eldorne-girl.livejournal.com

[oh, look. It's a Delia. Jeans and green shirt, emeralds at her ears and just her signet ring. Hair out and everywhere, no make-up]

[in other words, normal]

[normal and perfectly fine, if faintly tired. But, with her job, you'd expect that]

[she's fine]

randomsbastard.livejournal.com

For a skinny git who is only tall when compared to his short father, Martin takes up a lot of space.

Well, he can and chooses to right now.

Martin. Couch. A sprawl that covers the entire couch, and extends his personal space a foot above the back of it and all the way out to a coffee table next to the couch.

asar-suti.livejournal.com

There was a purple deity by the fireplace, having coffee and reading a book about cats.

He was considering going outside later, but as of now, he was happy where he was. Fire still made him feel at home.

gotham-knocking.livejournal.com

At the Bar, Knox scribbles a note on his brand new pad, and tears it out. He's seen the Bar do this plenty of times, so it should be easy.

He folds it and addresses it to ( Security Chief Alanna )

He hopes this gets him somewhere. A note, he is aware, wouldn't get him the time of day at City Hall. He also hopes she can read his bad handwriting.

The sheet of paper vanishes, and Knox goes outside, to ponder what he's hoping to do.

bloodyrockgod

There are some kinds of happiness that can only be expressed through alliteration.

So.

Bouncy bassist back from Blighty, banging Bach onna baby grand.

maydaybrat.livejournal.com

[OOM: once is a slip, twice is an affair. Rated B for Blood and V for Violent Kissing and...it's War/Mordred, guys. With FTW]

faithful-slayer.livejournal.com

There's a lot to do, when one has very recently become a Queen. Ceremonial things to attend, duties to fulfill....rather a lot in general, which is why Faith hasn't been in since the wedding.

It's also why, when she comes through the door for the first time in a while, she's wearing ceremonial robes and the circlet that marks her as Antar's Queen, having just come from some variety of formal...thing.

Which is exactly how she'll describe it if asked.

She looks tired, when she walks through the door, but when she sees where she is, she cracks a smile, heading straight for Bar and coffee.

Nobody makes coffee like Bar.

stuck-mynock.livejournal.com

Atton's sitting in a booth, juggling and looking very, very pleased with himself. There's paper on the table, on which he's started writing notes to various people, but none of them are finished. He's not very good with juggling, so those balls could really hit anyone passing nearby at any moment, were he to stop concentrating.

Chichiri is sitting in a different booth, writing on a scroll, with a cup of tea. Rather out of place is an iPod on the table, which he seems to be have no interest in.

[Two pups, one mun, please specify which pup you're tagging if you tag.]

politestpirate.livejournal.com

Right. He had permission, so perhaps it was actually time to get started. First off, some books on the matter-

Which Bar thankfully provides. A small stack on boat building, construction, wood working along with a tape measure- topped off by a booklet titled Safety First and a pair of safety glasses. The latter Wellard did not ask for, but he takes them with a wry smile and a murmur of thanks.

All of those in hand, Wellard heads for the back door. He will soon be at the clear spot back behind the bar, opposite from most of the other buildings and far enough back not to be interfering with anyone else-

But a nice looking spot for a ship yard. Flying ships.

He is catchable in the bar or out.

magius-unlocked.livejournal.com

[OOM: Seeking The Light - Magius quests for a new destiny and finds one. ]

The Door opens and Magius enters Milliways. For a moment, he pauses, then he smiles. It has been quite some time for him.

His appearance has changed little, and is that of a middle-age man who appears average in height with brown hair and silver-and-brown eyes. He wears a snow-white robe that is belted with a belt of white leather, from which hang pouches of various sizes and shapes, all also snow-white in color. Brown leather boots finish his ensemble. A silver dagger sits in a pocket in his right boot and another sits in a wrist sheath. From his neck hangs a amulet of silver that holds the symbols of his Gods; Solinari, Majere and Mishakal.

He walks in and claims a seat, that smile on his face as he watches the room. It is good to be home again.

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

He's been here on and off all day, because other places are seeming insanely lonely at the moment.

Though Jack generally tries to avoid this place when it's evening and beginning to be crowded, he's there now, curled up in an armchair.

He looks tired, which is strange, he generally doesn't. Without the need to sleep, things don't get to him that easily.

inquisitivehero

Hank settles into a seat at the table just outside the Infirmary. It has been several days of nonstop occurrences, both on Earth and in Milliways and he is tired.

But, and this is important, he has caffeine and a book and is resting for the first time in days.

This is a good thing. Wonder how long that'll last...

stygian-promise.livejournal.com

The Lady walks with purpose.

Her hips sway – an unheard beat, hypnotic – long and sleek and utterly devastating. Leans in a smooth curve against the Bar-top, black hair brushing the surface. Flowing in pure, dark lines.

“A present,” she whispers, fingers twirling a slow, swirling pattern. “Deliver with care.”

The Lady walks with purpose, dear – and does not linger long.

dead_hooker_2

[OOC: Previously, on Veronica Mars . . .

A world of spoiler warnings, and a bit of explanation in the back room, for good measure.]

walker-cain.livejournal.com

[OOM: Journey Into Magic: In which Cain and Molly journey to seek a mysterious wizard named Mathius, attend a dinner and learn some answers, take a chance on a spell to help Cain regain his memories, Molly has a talk with Mathius, and they spend some time just living, and learning at Mathius's home.]

lvpd_sidle

"--just because he preferred the company of his own sex doesn't mean he deserved to be clubbed to death!" Sara snaps behind her, looking startled when she notices that she's back in the bar.

She has a stack of files with her and takes a seat in a booth with an annoyed huff and less-than-charitable observation on the human race.

Current Mood: pissed off

dragon_twin

The infirmary has quieted down some. Melou took advantage yesterday and pretty much slept the day away. That could also have to do with him possibly pushing himself too far too fast, but he'd never admit that.

Tonight, he's back out in the main bar, right arm still in a sling and still moving fairly slowly in general. He'll make it to a couch eventually, though.

onehoopyprefect

In celebration of the mun's last day of work (until he gets a new job), we bring you this massive multi-pup post:

Ford Prefect is sipping tea and watching the universe end. It's a show that never gets boring, no matter how many times you see it.

The Doctor is sitting in a booth on the other side of the bar with a book he checked out from the magical library about broom flying.

Geoff, the God of Biscuits, walks out from the kitchens where he had been checking on the offerings at his shrine and is pleased to note that they have not tapered off.

Melkor, who has not been seen around much lately, seems thoroughly engrossed in his book. This King James person had some strange ideas about the creation story.

Donald Schanke is feeling much more chipper since talking with Nick and having had the chance to flex his deducting muscles. He's currently reading through the casefile that his partner left him, hoping to see something that will make some sense of this mess.

Maedhros hasn't been seen since he was a child, but he remembers this place fondly. The now full-grown Elf also has a booth by the Observation Window, where he watches the destruction, occassionally shooting snarky glares across the way to Melkor.

Deanna Troi is typing away on her PADD, oblivious to the world and to her melting chocolate sundae.

Agnes Nitt is at the bar scratching her head as she works in a Beginning French workbook.

Vida Bohemme, looking fabulous as always, is eyeing the karaoke machine with a faint smirk. Someone might want to warn her it's evil.

And, finally, James Moriarty, arm in a sling and leg in a brace, haunts a darkened booth near the stairs, trying desperately to make notes in a small log book with only one good hand to work with.

not-one-drop.livejournal.com

There's a cat in the bar. A new one, one that's never exactly been here before. It's poking around with a look of great glee on his face, getting into everything. Looking at everyone. Wandering up to random strangers and sniffing them.

His human is asleep rather awkwardly at a table, head pillowed in her arms, a pen and a note covered in scribbles by her side. She'd only meant to be close her eyes for a second, but apparently this was not to be.

In the meantime, Orion is happily investigating the bar. Is he investigating you?

lt-naraht.livejournal.com

Naraht's in the Bar.

On his table is a box that's a little bigger than a breadbox. His contribution to Operation Trash Foliage Census is complete. Now he's kicking back with some graphite to people watch. And I'm sure he'd like company.

dragonofgrey.livejournal.com

Draco's been around, keeping a low profile to avoid Blodwen as much as possible. Certainly not taking any chances with his Animagus form for the time being. He hoped his ruddier skin, white-blond hair, and Persian styled wizard robes would be enough to hide him some. The dagger was sheathed, and stuck in his mint colored sash, along with his purse, and a bag with potion ingredients. He was seeing about transfiguring some of the Bar's silverware into more daggers or other possible weapons in a booth toward the Back Door, out of sight of most of the Bar. Though he still had a fair view for observing as well.

angela-edmunds.livejournal.com

Angela is on the couch, reading a book--one of several Bar has given her--on Zen Buddhism.

Not trying to drop any hints, eh?

But she wonders if opening herself up in meditation will also open her up to other things she doesn't want, so she's trying to look for answers.

She'd love to be distracted from that particular topic.

yuppie-trash.livejournal.com

Indulgent son-of-a-bitch.
you'll soon shake with fear
and never knowing if i'm near
Classic three-piece black suit (Brooks Brothers. Elegantly tailored in super-fine wool from Italy. Jacket has darted front, full Bemberg lining and double besom flap pockets. Bold red silk tie with matching pocket square, imported from England.) seated imperiously in a booth, drinking port (a classic 1963 vintage from the Rio Duoro Valley) in an (Riedel Sommeliers port-tasting) etched glass. The decanter of port on the table is accompanied by an opened gold foil box (Godiva dark chocolate truffles with cinnamon, ginger, and raspberries.)
i'm sly and i'm shameless
nocturnal and nameless
He drinks to savor, eats to enjoy.

giftedthom.livejournal.com

*Something about Thom's attitude tonight says, for the first time in months, soft and low and sweet and steady: don't mess.

He stands with one thin hand on the bar, violet eyes open and watching. He's waiting for something. He's all dressed up (wearing black tonight -- unusual) and ready to go.*

not_that_spike

( earlier today, by the lake )

the_lioness

There are certain feelings people get when they are being watched: a sudden chill, hair standing on end, the sensation that every noise in the room is suddenly amplified.

Alanna feels all three. Her skin practically itches with awareness as she lifts her head like a wolf scenting the air.

She's here; War is watching her from a few feet away, and it's time.

Calmly, Alanna nods, gives Adam one last strained smile and leads the way outside, head held high. She has a feeling it will be important to her to remember that later.

[OOC: This is NOT plot locked. Once War tags, feel free to post/thread underneath. It will, however, be massively slowtimed over the course of the weekend. :D! ETA: Warnings for violence.]

mandalorianheir.livejournal.com

And there is a Mandalorian in the Bar. He's sipping a tall, clear glass of Corellian Ale at the Bar, trying to think of a way out of here...and out of the Sarlacc when he does get out. Which, by the way, he's been doing for the last few days.

And hasn't been getting anywhere on the first question. Which means he probably needs a distraction. Any takers?

shufti

Shufti is in a booth by the trilobite tank with a rather unhappy looking young baby.

It's one of those days where she's fed him, burped him, changed him, checked his clothing isn't scratching him, rubbed his tummy, sang to him, told him a story and rocked him gently but still hasn't managed to solve the reason why he's crying.

So she's rocking him gently in the baby sling strapped to her front whilst painstakingly going through the baby book. She traces the words with her finger, but at this rate, she's unlikely to find anything useful.

gramarye1971

Merriman enters the bar quietly, unobtrusively, and takes a seat at a table near to the door leading out to the lake.

A waitrat approaches, but he waves the little creature away -- gently, but firmly. Tea will have to wait, for now.

guppy_sandhu

Guppy is in a booth by the infirmary, poking around in the remains of his pager with a pair of tweezers.

Believe it or not, there is method in his madness.

The doctor is in

withamagicword

[OOM: The Watchers - The Six who watch see what happens to Billy and make a decision.]

watching_you

[A little while ago, in Neptune, California...

After using his wealth and fame to his advantage, Aaron Echolls walked away from his murder trial with a verdict of 'innocent'. His son, Logan Echolls, is none too happy. Neither is Veronica Mars. But there's no time to dwell over the verdict at the Mars household, not with a wanted man on the loose and a graduation approaching...

And speaking of graduation: elsewhere, Mac and her on-and-off boyfriend Cassidy 'Beaver' Casablancas strike a deal with Weevil, offering to tutor him in math in return for some repairs to Beaver's car. Weevil gets to graduate, Beav and Mac get to UST at each other... It's win-win, right?

Meanwhile, not everyone is upset that Aaron's free. Take this daughter, for example. Maybe this will actually give them a chance to bond.]

[Note: Both the Logan thread and the Mac-Beaver-Weevil thread were posted some time ago, but are being posted again for cohesiveness of plot.]

[Also, as per the back room note... SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS.]

Current Location: Neptune, California

k_in_black

Enter one Man in Black, strolling through the Front Door and heading right up to the bar for that bourbon he's been looking forward to all day.

K is looking ... hard to read. Not just in the usual, 'No, you're not going to detect anything about this guy with your special senses so give it up' kind of way (though that does apply, as always).

No, he just seems at peace with the universe. What little is always left of it here at Milliways.

That bourbon probably has something to do with it too.

Have at!

ways-lust.livejournal.com

Lust walks in and smiles slightly. With a flip of her hair she heads straight for the bar and orders a cup of damn fine coffee (to quote Dale Cooper even if she's never met him).

Something the little village she left out the door lacked.

Sipping away at her coffee, she turns her attention to the humans (and occasional non-human or not-quite-human) around her.

tibetanmethod

[Out of Milliways, and (finally) into Twin Peaks:

Cooper is on the move.]

imperfecthero01.livejournal.com

Every so often, events that are out of the ordinary occur. Things that are unlikely for some reason or another, but somehow chance has brought them into being anyway.

Today's unlikely event is nothing other than a certain Heero Yuy being bored. This is a rare occurence - usually he's too busy to be bored, or at least thinking too much to consider such a feeling.

Now, a lot of things could occur from this boy being bored. Thankfully, what's occuring today is actual rather mild. He can be found outside at the moment, playing at target practice. There's various cans and bottles set up on different rocks, and he's busying himself with shooting down the targets.

It's night outside? Yes, what about it? He hasn't missed yet.

action-antihero.livejournal.com

[OOM: Yesterday, thanks to their discussions with Chris, Jack and Audrey have a little chat. Surprisingly enough, it goes better than they (or their muns) probably could have expected. Ongoing.]

necessary_child

OOM: Millitimed to a few days ago, and immediately after this:

[Sam attempts to help Guppy, but it doesn't go well.]

Warnings for general angstiness, white text and possible mind rape depending on your definition of same.