milliways_bar | Jun. 25th, 2006

Jun. 25th, 2006

[OOM:

Ray and his merry band of .... well, something... head back to his world for some righteous vengeance. Thanks to their excellent choices of personnel, getting in is remarkably easy. Johnny Destiny makes sure that a few basic things go the right way- well begun is half done, after all- and then bestows some luck on the other unwilling guests.

Foxtrot has his merry way with the security people before heading off with Danny Phantom and ruining Walter Peck's day. Agent K and Matilda dispense a little explosive justice on the initial investigator on the Stantz case- as well as giving the big man of the organization food for thought.

Kitt Knight, Michael Donighal, and Obi-Wan Kenobi teach the organization a thing or two about hiring weak-willed security guards- and about centralizing their power controls and network access in one place.

And the others, well.... they wreak just as much havoc as they possibly can, especially once they find Peck's office. Thanks to the tender mercies of Foxtrot and Danny, Peck is in an absolutely sterling state of mind when he arrives shortly thereafter.

The presence of multiple Egons Spengler does not help this AT ALL.

Chaos wrought, our heroes start their long trek back up, finally make it to the light of day (or its fluorescent analogue), and head for home- or the Bar...]

[Special Added Bonus: can you spot the Random Geek Encounters?]

realmrsreynolds

[OOM: After Sallie and Kaylee talk, Sallie goes back to the ranch and waves Mal to check up on him.

Short and sweet. Er.]

gone_byebye

Some time after all the dust settles...

The door opens again, admitting a slightly smoky, sweaty, stinky Ray. He looks like he's had the time of his life.

Possibly the people behind him do too.

"Bar?" he calls out, holding the door open. "Can we engage the St. Crispin's Day protocol, please? I don't have a brother, so just say everyone who fought with me today gets drinks on me tonight."

mothpapa.livejournal.com

Enter the Woman! No, not Irene. [/geek] The OTHER Woman. She sweeps into the bar humming to herself a la Princess Fiona in Shrek, who totally has the ultimate princessy humming song until she explodes the songbird.

This goes on for about twelve seconds, whereupon Megara, princess of Thebes, stabs her muse through the heart with a sharpened daisy shaft and tromps over to the Bar for a beer. Thank you very MUCH.

saionjisenpai.livejournal.com

[OOC: OOM: Saionji leaves a message for Antigone with the bar.

And then he goes back to Ohtori.

And... well. It seems this, too, was an empty movement.]

maxwellsdemon02

[OOM: Heero and Duo make some plans for transportation. There is of course, nothing illegal involved. Really.]

gonna_live

Kaylee pins a note to the notice board, with one small addition in a different, slightly shakier hand.

Dr Simon Tam and River Tam will not be in the bar for the foreseeable future. They have been taken into custody by the government authorities of their own world, and are currently unable to communicate with their friends and associates in the bar. Those who are in need of further information should speak to Kaylee Tam*, but the situation is being handled by those who are best capable of dealing with it. Your understanding and cooperation are requested in this difficult time -- please be considerate of those who are most directly affected by this situation.

*or other crew

And she steps back and looks at it.

And then, head down, she goes home.

shadowsusannah.livejournal.com

[OOM: OOC:

Gone alleyo.]

http://users.livejournal.com/_estsanatlehi_/

Girl goddess innabar, perched on one of the barstools, feet swinging, humming to herself as she snarfed her way through a plate of corncakes with chocolate syrup and cherry topping. It was rather a messy process, given how she had to lick the fork thoroughly in between bites, still humming in that tireless, half-tuneless way that only children can manage.

Duck was perched on the bar, watching this process and occasionally scanning the bar for anything more interesting, whonking occasionally and scratching the base of his beak with a webbed foot.

She'll probably share if you ask.

mollyprewett.livejournal.com

[[OOM: Back in 1969, Molly's world gets a little bit darker.]]

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

There is an Ace, curled up in her favorite armchair by the fire, scribbling on a notepad. Most of the notes are written in her own peculiar shorthand, a mix of a couple alphabets and other symbols used utterly out of context in an order that really only makes sense to her. There are a few intelligable words on the page she's currently working on - New York, Madrid, Fontarage IV...

It's probably a good guess that she's up to something.

giftedthom.livejournal.com

*"Sunday" is just another word for "lethargy," really. Thom sits -- slouches, really -- at the bar, fingers wrapped defensively around a wineglass. Even if it is a little early to be drinking.*

not-one-drop.livejournal.com

[OOM: The eighth day is home.]

Mal steps through the door to Milliways, not really looking hugely surprised. She's wearing pretty much what she was wearing when she left - a dark leather jacket that's too big for her, bloody, a rip across one sleeve, bloodstained breeches, boots. There's a horse-bow slung across her back, and the knife is in a sheath by her side. Her hair is a bit longer, her eyes darker, quieter, but there's nothing hesitant about her step as she makes her way over to the bar. Requests a coffee and a pair of dark leather gloves, yanking them on, then retiring to a table to sit and watch the bar at large.

It's possible she's looking for you.

precocioustilda.livejournal.com

Sometimes it's just time to try something new.

This is why Matilda can, at the moment, be found outside the Bar with a pair of binoculars, fluttering the leaves on faraway trees.

withamagicword

[OOMs: After the course of events, Billy finds himself sick for awhile.After he recovers, he goes out back to cast a spell and perform one last action before leaving Milliways.]

supersymmetry

[OOM: Sometimes it's not about what you want, and sometimes there are no happy endings.]

tragic_mask

After a long debate with her head voices, Melpomene storms down to the bar, but quietly-- crumpled note in hand. It's a little smudged, but readable.

She hands it to Bar, not a little begrudgingly, and says-- "Make sure Parker gets this? Thanks."

... then she's up and away again, before any confrontations can be had. It was hard enough saying with ink and paper that she was wrong, let alone face-to-face.

misterparker.livejournal.com

Parker comes in from outside, a little flushed and grinning. He's been practicing with throwing knives and still can only hit things maybe twenty percent of the time, but he's getting better.

It's something to focus on, and he goes to sit at a table, looking for someone to distract him.

tragic_mask

[OOM: Billy and Mel go to Paris and have an adventure. They (fairly successfully) attempt to navigate unfamiliar streets and make their way to a cafe that Melpomene used to haunt. Then they head off to the mall to buy stuff for the masquerade. After all their escapades in Paris, Billy and Melpomene say goodbye, heading their separate ways.]

virii-twins.livejournal.com

The twins, still gren, were lounging together on one of the couches near the fireplace, one of the pair facing fontwards, leaning against the back of the couch, and the other facing sideways and leaning back against his twin, legs stretched out over the opposite arm of the couch.

For as relaxed as they looked, they were alert, black-green eyes scanning the bar and the patrons, it was quite possible they were having an entire conversation even without speaking.

They're quite interruptable though, despite all appearances, and they do like meeting new people.

not_that_spike

( OOM: On the Bebop, Mars, 2071 )

[Contains end-of-series spoilers for Cowboy Bebop]

smart-sam.livejournal.com

Sam stands in front of the Stargate, all suited up in her gear and looking all offical.

"Okay, people. Once we get there the first thing we need to do is set up a camp and base of operations. Then McKay and I will figure out where the ships are. While we're doing that, Sheppard will take the rest of you to scout out the area based on what ability and what you're used to. Based on the location of the ships we'll make more concrete plans. Of course you all have been equiped with radios so if any team runs into any problems then we can contact one another.

Okay. Janet and Cassie? We'll be in contact within five hours. If you don't hear from us, assume there's a problem and dial us.

This is the time for last questions and goodbyes."

And then after everything's done the gate is dialed and they
head out.

lvpd_sidle

Before Sara leaves, she drops off some notes for her friends.

Greg Sanders

Gil Grissom

Her other friends will receive this note.

thatdamnedliche.livejournal.com

Egads! A liche in the bar! Pious has sequestered himself in the darkest, dingiest corner of the bar where he is currently muttering various curses related to the 'Roivas Family', whoever that is. Needless to say, he is not a happy fell sorceror of darkness, madness, and generally unpleasant things. Approach at your own risk.

young_tmriddle

THOSE CLAMOROUS HARBINGERS OF BLOOD AND DEATH,
THE CRY IS STILL, "THEY COME!"
[OOM: THEY WILL CALL THIS BLACK SUNDAY]

OOC: Warning for graphic violent imagery and traumatizing situations.

alwaysroomforhope

Steph's sitting in the rafters. Not, for once, out of any particular desire to Lurk; things are going well, lately. Just out of a vague feeling that if she doesn't spend some time up high in the shadows she'll go crazy.

Besides, she likes the rafters. They're quiet and warm and comfy - well, comfy compared to rooftops, at least - and you can see almost everything going on below.

You can take the girl out of Gotham...

pointed-spoon.livejournal.com

For counting stars, concentration is required. Especially as they explode before your eyes.

A fruitless pursuit, perhaps, but that's never stopped Dworkin.

2nd-feanorian.livejournal.com

An elvish musician.

Playing a very proper Indian morning raga on a not very proper modern Western common or garden guitar (slightly worse for wear) and humming with it.

teach-them-all.livejournal.com

Out of Milliways:

The Forsaken begin to put the pieces together each in their own way. Mesaana decides to construct a tower of bones, while Lanfear uses a spy to find the beginnings of a link between Mesaana and Ishamael.

sorrowfulmisery.livejournal.com

There is a bio weapon sitting in a dark booth of the Bar. Her hand is on the MPK5 that's with her. She seems to be lost in thought. Well... maybe. But company wouldn't be shunned. Though you might want to make noise so she knows you're there though. No need to startle a woman with a gun.

gris_bug_man

A subdued entomologist, complete with wee little Goddess, walks into the bar. He receives his note, crumbling it in his hand after reading it.

He proceeds to acquire food from the bar, settling himself and his daughter into a booth to feed her.

gone_byebye

Ray stumbles down the stairs looking generally as if something along the lines of a large, enthusiastic dog has been chewing on his head. Apparently his sidereal clock's gone off; he's wearing his Cthulhu slippers and a pair of what are either pajama pants or surgical scrubs patterned in rampaging dinosaurs. He did make some effort at presentability, though; the company T-shirt is clean and pressed. But that's about it.

"Bar," he murmurs when he gets there, "I get the general impression I was reeeeeeeeeeeally overenthusiastic last night. Gimme the biggest ibuprofen horse pills you're allowed to dispense, and a three liter bottle of something that allows for maximum oral rehydration in minimum time, okay? Thanks..."

His order provided, he trundles off to a moderately shadowy table, where he almost faceplants before getting to work on consuming that bottle's contents.

action-antihero.livejournal.com

[Millitimed to end of Kong Plot, OOM: After arriving back in the bar from NYC circa 1933, Jack takes Silvia upstairs to his room to get some rest. Now complete.]

mistressmaryquitecontrary

Mary Lennox is sitting on a stool at the counter, with a gardening book and a cup of tea.

It's the first time Mary's been in the bar in a few days - after all, the last time she tried to come through, she never made it as far as the building.

She didn't expect to feel quite as wary as she does.

dear-of-heart.livejournal.com

[OOM: Cora has been thinking too much]

Cora hesitates at the door for a moment, before entering with a small smile on her face.

As she crosses to the fireplace, her eyes catch the observation window and she pauses--she's in an odd mood, and suddenly realizes that those exploding lights are honest-to-goodness stars.

She's really not meaning to block anyone's path.

yuppie-trash.livejournal.com

Today I'm wearing the basic black (Giorgio Armani) suit, sitting in the usual booth while paging through the latest Williams-Sonoma catalog, circling various choices of kitchenware with a felt-tipped marker. My favorite and the perennial classic (it’s a fit at the symphony or a wedding) the perfect compliment to a good white (although in this case it's a white-and-navy striped shirt with a solid black tie) shirt. Beloved by gangsters, designers, and undertakers (those jobs with the highest doses of fashion-conscious aptitudes; respectively, aggression, and vanity.)

If you only own one suit, this is it. You can even be buried in it.

(It hides stains very well.)

white_flowers

She doesn't know exactly how long had passed before she had finally left the woods and returned to the bar. A night and a day, she thinks. On the evening of the second day she had come back, slipping inside and up the stairs to her room.

There she had stayed since, ignoring hunger if not thirst, and thinking.

Now, Blodwen Rowlands -- or perhaps not quite, but her name it was once and may serve as well as any other -- comes very slowly downstairs into the bar.

She looks slightly different from when she was last seen. Her face is somehow younger, although not young, and those who know Anghared of Northgalis will see something of that woman in this one. Blue eyes are soft and mortal now, without ice or dark chill; and she is thinner, as is evident from the way the simple white dress fits her.

She has no cloak.

Blodwen debates briefly, and then settles at a corner table. When a waitrat approaches, she asks in a very soft voice for a light broth, toast and tea. They are soon provided, and after a several moments of contemplating them in silence, she picks up the teacup.

called_lioness

Lucy had a very good holiday.

She's grinning rather widely as a result, with a rose in her hair, and bags next to her on the couch.

You'll never guess what she did this weekend.

...

Really, you won't.

wellthrownstone.livejournal.com

[OOM: In the Wood of the Dryad]

buriedmybrother.livejournal.com

After reading Kaylee's note, Antigone's search for her has ended in frustration by the bar. It may be because she looks so anxious and confused that a cup of tea appears for her.

There is a notebook with it.

Antigone's expression softens a little. It's been so long since she's heard from Saionji; perhaps he's finally decided to come back. She'd told him he could.

But as she flips to the latest letter, she frowns. The handwriting is erratic and messy-- almost as bad as her own.

My dear Antigone, it reads. I've broken my word ...

Something in her freezes.

No, no, you can't have--

Hands shaking, she rushes through the rest: Souji Mikage, Anthy Himemiya, his promises broken and words meaningless, and whatever's happened he says nothing, nothing about coming back--

Then:

You have been a far better friend than I deserved, and I will always remember you fondly.

Saionji

Her face is very, very pale now.

mogget_cat

*To break the mold and post something that is not an OOM...*

*You would think the couch would have enough space for many people, but sadly, it only has enough space for two contented cats. Somehow, the two of them together give the clear message that the entire eight-foot stretch of couch is theirs, thank you kindly. Yrael, the white one on the left, is teaching through showing, one guesses. The calico Edielweiss is quite a fast learner, and it shows.*

*Purr.*

*Want a seat? Come see if you can shift them.*

last_adam

[OOM: Adam and Alanna take Lucy to London, and there's picnics and severed heads and other unexpected activities. Cake for all!]

mollyprewett.livejournal.com

It had taken a long time for Molly to find the right time/place to open a gateway back to Milliways from Hogwarts. Since the Daily Prophet had broken news about the murder of an entire wizarding family, everyone had been keeping a careful eye on everyone else.

Molly was just looking for a little time back with Cain in a place she considers home. It's been a very long couple of weeks since she last saw him.

So it is a school-uniformed Molly that comes into the bar from the lake door, already removing her cloak and scanning the crowd for a familiar face.

angela-edmunds.livejournal.com

[OOM: After Melou goes home, Angela thinks some long thoughts. No warnings apply.]

the_lioness

[OOM: After the excitement of the weekend and Adam's conversation with Thom, Alanna finally tells Adam about her fight with her brother. Somehow neither of them stays too upset for long.]

badinlatin

A much wearier Malcolm Reynolds almost falls into the bar. A captain knows every inch of the ship he commands; to trip over a hatch seal is next to ridiculous.

Unless your mind is elsewhere.

He doesn't faceplant, but comes damned close. He spots Kaylee's note, and also notices that a kind soul has lowered Mal's tab.

He takes advantage and orders a ridiculously grotesque plate of ~~angioplasty~~ french fries.

And yes, he is looking for people in particular.

[oom: IM serenitycapn first, but this is not necessarily plotlocked.]

maxwellsdemon02

Now, Duo is usually a pretty interesting guy. He believes that you make your own fun, and only boring people get bored.

That said, wow he is bored. Dangerously, even. Food was good while it lasted, but he has tossed aside both Preventers paperwork and a book in favor of draping himself over a couch. His braid almost drags on the floor.

song_tra_bong

("I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.")

Mary Anne in a booth with a book of poetry (Neruda) and a glass of wine.

Pester at will.

red-mare.livejournal.com

Out by the lake, there is a unicorn- red coat, black mane, round hooves and all. A small brown cat follows close at her heels.

She will not be here too much longer, she thinks. The Mother has plans for her at home, and the time will come when she will head under the trees and find herself among the Hallow Hills again. That will be for the last time.

For now, she keeps close to where the people are, to see who might be about.

corsec-jedi.livejournal.com

[Millitimed to before this]

Bolting down the stairs, Corran runs over to Bar. He knows he's running behind, and that the trip may well have begun without him, but sithspit, for having just found out, he had to get some things squared away--Whistler really didn't like the idea, but oh well, he was Corran's emergency valve, as usual, so he'd have to stay here.

"Bar, a little flimsy and a stylus, if you'd be so kind?" He jots a couple of notes and leaves them with Bar, then runs out to the Stargate... and whoknowswhat beyond.

( Face Loran )

( Tycho Celchu )

cmdr-kolya.livejournal.com

Kolya isn't having the best time in all the world- as this place, though intriguing, does not do particularly wonderful things to his state of mind. But it's still rather more involving than being stuck in hiding on some semi-nameless world, unable to do his job and without a talented-enough sparring partner.

Nevertheless. He's outside today, having discovered the lake beyond the bar. Quarterstaff in hand, he heads out to a more secluded spot by the waterside - somewhere he can stop, think and practice. He pulls off his jacket, laying it and his ever-present knife down on a rock, before facing the lake. With a deep, centring breath, he picks out a kata at random and starts to run through it.

Quite soon, he's well into his stride, quarterstaff arcing through the air. And that? That makes him feel better.

Current Mood: aggravated

thisfatefulhour

Outside, the wind gusts momentarily.

A minute later, Charles walks in through the lake door, finds a table, and settles in. A couple books are tucked under his arm -- one with a Sanskrit title, and the other in English.

stubborn-annie.livejournal.com

Harry has lately been quiet and introspective, which is not something he does very often. In Annie's book that generally means trouble- it's the sort of quiet that precedes the storm. She's seen his notes to himself. By the look of things, it means he's going back to Britain this week.

She doesn't want to think about the hell he's going to walk into, so instead, she's seated by the fire with a cup of tea and an almost total inability to enjoy it for all her fretting.