milliways_bar | Jul. 3rd, 2006

Jul. 3rd, 2006

doc-venkman.livejournal.com

(OOM: Peter gets the truth from his last encounter with Blodwen, and an offer he's not sure if he wants to refuse.)

Mary Anne's down in the bar, sitting in a chair with a good view of the room. She's not drinking tonight, paying close attention to the patrons instead. There's also a machete lying on her table in easy reach.

Somebody stole her nephew. She's less than pleased. As long as you weren't involved in the theft, though, she just might make pleasant conversation.

[ooc: ~~mun is on for a very limited time tonight, but should be able to pick up any stray tags/slowtimes in a timely fashion bright and early tomorrow.~~ aaaand this is the part where I get kicked off the computer. Catch you fine people tomorrow.]

alwaysroomforhope

Stephanie, Gheri and Gifr are in the bar.

Steph is on a couch near the fireplace, looking tired and worried. Apparently puppies need a lot of attention, especially the not-quite-ordinary type. She's got her legs up, one hand over her eyes - it's possible she's sleeping, actually. That'd be good, if she was; she hasn't been getting a lot recently.

The other hand is trailing on the floor, being licked and sniffed at by Gifr and Gheri. They're cute, obedient, hyperactive little monster pups! Gheri is maybe about to pee on the floor.

bohemian-mark.livejournal.com

Mark walks in the door in a pair of boxer shorts with lightsabres on them and no shirt, running a hand through his hair, glasses in his hand instead of on his face. Blinking around, he puts on his glasses and facepalms, shuffling over to Bar to get coffee. "At least there's better coffee here than Roger makes."

inquisitivehero

Hank is sitting outside the Infirmary door, tinkering with a small machine. The device, a phase differentiation sensor coil, is malfunctioning, and so, in an effort not to think of events on his Earth involving possible wars, stupid politics, and genocide, he is tinkering. It is an old habit, and one that he has carried from his early days before the X-men.

He is paying a great deal of attention to what he is doing, but interruptions are always welcome.

general-lando.livejournal.com

Lando. At a corner table. Drinking an Earther ale for once. Say hello.

mollyprewett.livejournal.com

[[OOM: Now that Cain is well and has his memory back, he and Molly can make plans to return to her world to tie up loose ends.]]

milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com

[OOM: When the smoke clears at Gruinard Island, there's an assessment to be done.]

lvpd_sidle

An inquisitive little girl is kneeling on the bench of a booth, staring out at the end of the universe.

The only thing going through her mind is oooooh, pretty!

Little Sara wouldn't mind someone to talk to.

ironside-pixie.livejournal.com

"Hey. Do I have plague or something?" Kaye narrows her eyes at one of the rats who gives her a wide berth. She doesn't know what they have against her. Sure she's messy and unbearable and plays tricks on them at every turn, but that's just Pixie nature, right?

And she likes them. They remind her of Isaac and Armageddon, her own rats.

[OOC: Blame dirty post enablers]

necessary_child

(OOC: Crackchat, I blame you all. Reckon my French teacher will accept 'Milliways made me' as a reason why my essay's late again?)

Sam inna bar with his lunch and a newspaper. Currently he's doodling ward signs on the edges of the paper. Come distract.

It's too hot for interesting entrance posts. Sorry.

guppy_sandhu

[oom: It has begun]

Just behind Guppy as he comes in there is a slight flash of green light. He pauses and looks around, but it has already gone by the time he does so. He closes the door and heads over to the bar, presuming he's imagined it.

Then again... he was meant to be noting down stuff like this. Because it seemed to be happening more often now. The mysterious turbulance earlier, the disappearance of several objects on his person, some of which reappeared over a week later...

He reaches for his pen, and finds it's gone.

always-a-liar.livejournal.com

Out of Milliways:

At the heart of a storm, a revelation is made as Ishamael displays his almost unimaginable powers to Shelley in an attempt to make her understand.

[OOC: Warning for Dante's Inferno.]

undignified

Wes is sitting out by the lake, eating an ice cream. It's a 99 -- one of those whippy vanilla cones, with raspberry sauce ... and a Flake.

(Whut.)

He hasn't quite mastered the art of licking round the edges first to stop it melting and dribbling down to his hand.

Yay for being sticky?

milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com

It's a weird feeling, having all the time in the world (or close to it) to plan your next move. Wells isn't sure he likes it; it's the sort of thing that makes a man careless. Still, it's useful and he isn't exactly in a position to turn it down.

Right now he's just got a bit of late lunch, but he might well be looking for someone in particular. Or no one. Depends, really.

shufti

Shufti has spent much of the morning wandering around the corridors looking for Gabriel, without much success. For now she is back in the bar, feeding Jack, who started to object to the shouting and bouncing around.

watching_you

It's quite a lovely day, too nice to stay inside.

So out at her favourite rock, Veronica Mars is lying back with a book and a bottle of iced tea, letting her feet dangle into the lake. She may indeed (slightly self-consciously) be wearing a bikini top.

Hey, in spite of everything, she's a California girl. She knows how to tan.

not-one-drop.livejournal.com

There's something in the way Mal is sitting and watching the bar that may make patrons feel nervous. It's something in her eyes, the almost predatory gaze that catalogues each person.

She licks her lips. The vampire wishes to feed.

[ooc: Please to be checking out the backroom post here before tagging. Danke!]

gorlim.livejournal.com

There is a very panicked father in the bar.

There is a girl-baby on his lap playing with one of his vest buttons sulkily. This is obviously a very grumpy baby, who is NOT LEAVING HIS SIGHT. PERIOD.

He is scanning the bar for anyone who looks like a likely babynapper. FEAR!!! FEAR THE KILTED GUY WITH THE SWORD!!!

(But if you're not a babynapper, you can come chat.)

tragic_mask

Melpomene is eating dinner, and looking as if she rather enjoys it. She has a glass of dark red wine in her hand, and sips generously at it. In front of her is a medium-rare filet mignon, provided, of course, by Bar (and put on her tab-- but this won't be thought about until much later).

Also, shockingly, the muse of tragedy is wearing a Little Black Dress-- and heels, no less-- rather than her regular layers and boots. Perhaps she's realized that it is, in fact, summer, despite the distinct lack of information provided by the exploding universe outside.

This is, maybe, a little surprising. Feel free to reel in shock.

oldromansaint.livejournal.com

Santino moved into the bar and seated himself at an open table. Tonight, book-free and jacketed. Oh noes!

Come bother.

kitchen_maid

It's a flustered and slightly frustrated Amy who comes into the bar tonight, skirts trailing and tiara askew, and goes directly into the House of Arch without so much as looking around the room.

She reemerges twenty minutes later, in a much simpler dress and a lot less jewelry, and asks Bar for tea and something to do that has nothing what-so-ever with royal weddings.

Which is why she's now sitting at a table, trying to figure out what exactly one does with a jigsaw puzzle.

Company? Would be love.

the_antiangst

Angel's on a couch by the fireplace (it could almost be called his now, with how much he uses the thing), working on a sewing project.

steadfastknight

He'd be going home soon, and he was actually looking forward to it. He missed the apartment. He even missed Devon and, to a smaller degree, April. But more than that, he knew he couldn't avoid real life forever. So Kitt put in an appearance downstairs, with one intent.

To stretch his wheels instead of his legs.

That was why there was a car rolling from the stairs to the corner near the bar, the engine at an idle, shining black.

kayip.livejournal.com

[OOM. Sort of: In the wolfdream, Behrooz learns what happens when wolves die. Wolves and Islamic references abound.]

Behrooz has been fighting the desire to walk by the woods for most of the day, but after sitting by the door and trying to distract himself with the piano, he finally figures there can't be much harm in just wandering by the lake. Yes. None at all.

So he stays close to the edge of the water as he walks, occasionally glancing in the direction of the trees. But he continues to walk close to the lake, apparently less concerned with the shark he's heard so much about than his desire to head closer to the forest. Or eat a stake. Or something.

oneman_onevote

[OOM: Upstairs in room 37, blissfully unaware of the flailing elsewhere, baby Gabriel is having a slightly anticlimatic day.]

gone_byebye

Someday, Ray is going to realize that it's a good idea to wash the ectoplasm out of your hair before it dries. Today is not that day. Tomorrow doesn't look good either.

Right now he's a little too busy ordering a Third Rail and getting back to work on his toothpick-and-napkin-and-gum model, which is taking on an alarmingly complicated shape by this point. He's adding lengths of copper wire here and there now, both interweaving with the structure and branching out, so he's got a table all to himself.

Eventually, he might remember to eat, but... well, this is Ray.

stubborn-annie.livejournal.com

Annie's had about enough of being cooped up for the moment, especially since she's had time to go over the papers Harry and Cooper brought back. That's the sort of thing that'll turn anyone's stomach. She needs air and open space just now.

The lakeside should do pretty well for that, though she's not likely to say no to conversation.

river_meimei

It's been a long day for the Tams. River woke up screaming three times in the night; she's tired, and Simon's tired, and she's been fretful all day for all that she's tried to hide it. (She's not very good at hiding it. But she tried. Usually the best she can do is hide herself, and Simon worries when he can't find her.)

Today has been... crowded.

When the front door opens, River is walking with slow deliberate paces, watching the ground in front of her feet with intense concentration. She's four steps into the bar before she realizes where she is; her head jerks up, and she glances around the room with wide worried eyes. She turns back towards the door in a swift whirl, one hand half-rising.

And then she stops. And, staring at the door, lifts her chin in a tiny uncertain nod, and swallows.

She turns away again, her arms winding around her stomach, and begins to move towards the couch.

river_meimei

[OOM: After everyone is back on Serenity, Mal and River have a bit of quiet time.]

flybywash

The world of a three-week-old infant is very simple: if they're awake, everybody else has to be awake, too.

Naomi's not particularly fussy, but neither is she intent on sleeping right now, it seems. She gazes out at the bar with calm solemnity as Wash enters; with both arms occupied, he's moving slower than usual, taking care with his bad leg.

"You're lucky," he's telling her, affectionate but weary, "I was warned about never sleeping again after you showed up. You wanna hang out at the magic bar for a while? See if the crazy wears you down?"

She gums her fist.

"I'll take that as a yes."

And so father and daughter find a comfortable spot by the couches and settle in.

doc-venkman.livejournal.com

You've probably heard this before...

A Ghostbuster walks into a bar.

He goes up to order a drink, and sits down.

That's it.

Well, that and an odd expression on his face at the moment.