milliways_bar | Jul. 4th, 2006

Jul. 4th, 2006

One of the good things about the time difference between here and home is that you can get utterly wasted one day, go home and recover for three days and come back looking like you're immune to hangovers. Ramon likes that. And he's here again now, reading a Portuguese local newspaper that he picked up this afternoon. The headline reads something about a hit and run accident the night before. Ramon's smirking at the word 'accident'.

oneman_onevote

[OOM: Having got over the initial confusion, kidnapped baby Gabriel proceeds to befriend his impromptu guardian.

Because assassins are cuddly creatures really! Er!]

princeinexile

There is a small black wolf prowling the grounds in the 'back yard' of Milliways.

Small, black, scarred.

Not very happy, either.

Still, Wells seems to have gotten through to him that he is should steer clear of the bar. But that didn't include the lake, or any of the other grounds.

So he wanders.

Hope nobody trips over the wolfling...

gotham-knocking.livejournal.com

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness. Knox pursues happiness today with a beer. On Knox's world, it's actually January 4, so he's not celebrating Independence Day. But he gets the hint when the Bar gives him a copy of the Declaration of Independence with his mug. (AT least he assumes it's a copy.)

Knox looks it over - did people really use handwriting like that? - and then finds himself reading it. It's not exactly his kind of snappy writing, but it hooks him, and before he knows it, he's read the whole thing. Oh, he thinks, to have been in Philly that hot July day. That would have been some story to cover!

lvpd_sidle

Coming downstairs to get breakfast, little Sara looks around the bar.

Door! The door is over there! With a wide smile, she runs back upstairs, returning with her book.

"Miss Bar? Can I have some paper and a pen?"

( Note for Angel )

( Note for Mark )

( Note for Hank )

( Note for Guppy )

( Note for Faith )

"Mr. Mark said that you can give people notes. Will you do that with these? Here is the room key."

The notes and key vanish. Still grinning broadly, Sara heads out the door.

oldromansaint.livejournal.com

[OOM: After chatting, Mal and Santino visit Italy briefly. Slowtimed to last night.]

Santino, table. Chairs. And all. That. Jazz.

Come bother?

sansa-stark.livejournal.com

An auburn-haired young girl is writing in a notebook, sipping a milkshake. "I didn't know you could make grape-flavoured," she exclaims to Bar, whom she's sitting at. When Bar doesn't reply, Sansa cheerfully adds, "It is very nice. Just what I was hoping for!"

Sansa is in a good mood. Thus, she looks around on occasion. Anyone she knows will get a smile and a nod. Anyone she doesn't know, if they catch her eye in some way, will get a smile. (Provided they don't catch her eye by being drenched in blood or cackling evilly. Sansa avoids locking gazes with those types.)

It's time to share the love.

jackdriscoll.livejournal.com

It's almost Christmas in Jack's time, so receiving a tiny American flag with his food today is jarring. He's too creatively busy to complain, though, and sticks the flag behind his ear as he scopes out a booth and sits.

narrator-rod.livejournal.com

It is a tradition twice every year that a certain American cable network airs episodes of "The Twilight Zone" in a 24 hour marathon. Is this the reason why Rod is now at the bar?

Maaaaaaaaaaaabye.

not-one-drop.livejournal.com

[OOMs: Because I suddenly realized we've been really crap at posting them. Oops?

Millitimed to that vacation in Italy Mal took so long ago: Aubrey shows her the house, and then takes her shopping.

Millitimed to a Very Long Time Ago: In which Mal and Santino get a couple things straight. Mild nekkidness and embaressing situations abound!

Millitimed to about a week ago: Mal and Santino realize that something is wrong.

Millitimed to four or five days ago: Mal and Aubrey have some fun. FTB, so no real warnings.

Millitimed to the day after the shooting: Aubrey gets a little gift.

Millitimed to two days ago: Mal and Santino visit Italy and start to put the pieces together.]

attic-girl.livejournal.com

Fuchsia is outside.

By the lake.

Reading.

All at once!

gone_byebye

Ray went home last night still not having showered the ectoplasm out of his hair. He was a little busy at the time.

Today he's settled in at one of the tables, clean and presentable to the human race (living representatives thereof, anyway), and has his completed toothpick-and-wire-and-gum-and-napkin-and-Ivory-Soap model taking up 9/10 of the table in front of him. He's busily translating it into his holocomputer one segment at a time. Analysis is going to be so much easier now.

It might be mentioned that while he did have several busts this morning, he went casual when coming to the Bar. This translates into a Green Lantern T-shirt, black cargo pants, and- because he keeps forgetting- the Cthulhu slippers. No sense wearing boots around the Firehouse if he doesn't have to.

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

[ooc: Visiting.]

mandercommander.livejournal.com

Bonzo's appearance (updated)

Chatting with Dooku about Petra (again)

flyingfen.livejournal.com

Fenchurch and the window to the lake are lost in conversation.

Or maybe it's not the window talking -- after all, Fenchurch can't talk to inanimate objects, just hedgehogs, dolphins and God.

Perhaps it's one of those that's talking, but if you know her or want to ask how she's floating and not sitting, now's a good time.

ridesthedragon.livejournal.com

[OOM: Lavan Firestorm and Kalira - Time Passes:

Millitimed to a month ago: The Last Piece: In which Lavan finishes the job set for him by Rachel Grey in an Other place.

Millitimed to two weeks ago: Truths: In which, as Lavan and Kalira begin to heal, and time goes by, a few truths are faced by Lavan.

Millitimed to last night: Memories, Dreams, and Visions: In which, walking by the lake, Lavan and Kalira share thoughts about what has happened, what is happening, and what is yet to come.

(Warnings for Spoilers for Brightly Burning by Mercedes Lackey)]

un_fallen

OOM: Raguel has a surprise run-in with a colleague. Not everyone, apparently, is as forgiving as his friends in the bar.

kitchen_maid

Amy has been out in the stables this morning, catching up with Dar. Now she's in the bar with ~~a rare daytime entry post~~ tea.

She's given up on the puzzle for the moment.

stuck-mynock.livejournal.com

There's an Atton sitting at a booth, absent-mindedly taking part an electric whisk. There's a reason for it, though he's probably forgotten what it is. He's a tiny bit distracted, and that foot-tapping could, in theory, get really irritating, seeing as it's very loud.

If poked, he may stop the tapping. Maybe.

not-one-drop.livejournal.com

Mal wanders down from the guest rooms, a smug smile on her face and Orion padding at her feet. Perches on a barstool, looking around for one person in particular.

But she'll talk to anyone, really.

[ooc: Same drill as ever, just check out this post before tagging.]

the_lioness

[OOM: In Tortall, Alanna and Adam discover it's not really any easier the second time around.]

not_that_spike

( OOM: Inside Syndicate Headquarters. Tharsis City, Mars, 2071 )

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

someonesdog

It apparently is going to be one of those days.

The door opens and a large blonde wolf enters, nose pressed to the floor, and carrying a small bag in its mouth. It stops when it notices it's somewhere it didn't start, and sits back on it haunches with a slightly annoyined expression.

Then it trots off towards the bathrooms, and in a few minutes Angua steps out, smoothing out the lines of her emergency dress. Might as well get a drink while she's here.

Catch her in either form. It's all the same to her.

shadowsusannah.livejournal.com

[OOC: OOM:

Interlude: White Plains]

dragon_twin

As so often happens, the main door opens and someone steps into Milliways when they weren't expecting to.

Melou doesn't look too upset about it, however, chances are he won't tell you where he was on his way to when he ended up here instead.

Undaunted, he heads to the bar for a drink. He's missed those.

puckishly.livejournal.com

La la la there is a fairy in the bar.

He is la la la completely innocent.

La la munching on a newt la la why won't it stop wriggling la la la la slurp.

[Summary: Puck meets Santino, and it's flirt at first sight. Then Strahan wanders along in the form of a dog and tells Puck eeeeeverything he ever wanted to know about the magic of his world. Mary's next; she and a ten-year-old Puck discuss the merits of bloodshed in storytelling, the essential uselessness of babies, and why sticking holes in yourself is painful.]

no-more-chianti.livejournal.com

Clarice comes in from outside. There may or may not be hay in her hair.

Usually, at this juncture, there is showering. Tonight, however, there is only flopping into the nearest chair.

Maybe if she can work up the energy, there will be alcohol later.

callmefelicia.livejournal.com

Adam emerges from the staff quarters, not in a frock for once - it's way too hot to dress up - instead shirtless and bandana'd. He bounces over to the Bar and gets ready to start his shift.

He is observed. By beady little eyes. Two pairs, in fact. One of the owners of which also has wings. Please insert your own ominous music of choice here. He notices them after a moment, and peers. "...hi there."

"Hello."

A second's blinking later, he falls back on his actual job, which is to serve drinks. "Anything I can get you?"

Ducky tilts her head deliberatively to one side. "No thank you, I am fine!"

Petrie flutters up to click along the Bar towards Adam, peering at the rag in his hands. "What are you doing?"

"Tending bar, little buddy. You okay there?"

"We are very well, thank you. Or... I am. Petrie, are you well?"

"What are you doing?" That comes from the other side of the bar, from a small orange Triceratops accompanied by an equally small, but silent, Stegosaurus

"Talking to the human-bartending!" Petrie chirps. "Hello Cera, hello Spike!"

Ducky peers into a bowl of bright pink cherries. "What are these?"

"Cherries", Adam tells her. "Fruit, you'd probably like them." He tilts his head at the small creatures, getting an idea. "...hey. How'd you guys like to help me out tonight?"

"Help out?" exclaims Cera. "Would you let us?"

"Is it the same as help ing?" asks Ducky, proving that even tiny minds can produce terrible puns.

Adam cracks up. "More or less, yeah. Come on up here."

"Okay!"

[ooc: three muns, four dinobabies, one human bartender. Have at!]

puckishly.livejournal.com

[OOC: In Room 37, Havelock and Puck have a very serious conversation about Gabriel's parents. Namely, about how they're looking for him. Also, they explore the depths of their True Love with soul-searching questions.

... No, really!

Um.]

action-antihero.livejournal.com

[OOM: Same lake, same tree, same man, one year later.]

Jack's sitting out by the lake, enjoying the quiet and the scenery, but not averse to company.

clumsy_auror

[ooc: Letter to Michaelangelo.]

ash--evildead.livejournal.com

Ash enters the bar from home, a small, squirming noisy bundle in his arms.

(No, it's not his son.)

"Hey, watch the claws, y'little-"

Quickly deposited on the nearest available table is a very small, very young, very wiggly brown puppy.

Current Mood: frustrated

silvia-broome.livejournal.com

Out by the lake, Silvia shares some secrets with Jack. Millitimed to a few days ago.

Warning for spoilers for The Interpreter.

shufti

Shufti spent most of the day looking for Gabriel again. Having covered all sorts of passages she'd never even seen before yelling for him, she has had to call it a day and settle down in a booth.

She eats dinner of soup and bread whilst Jack sleeps beside her.

guppy_sandhu

Guppy is by the infirmary, reading up on field medicine again.

And perhaps keeping one rather wary eye on the bar.

just-a-soldier.livejournal.com

[OOM: On Csilla, Jaina shows Aeryn around her house. Aeryn disapproves and is generally cold and bitchy while Jaina tries to make the best of it and ignore her friend's mood.]

Current Mood: busy

gone_byebye

[OOM: Ray sends an email.]

Ray stepped out of the Bar briefly a while ago. He's back now, and he's still rendering that weirdly complicated model into his computer.

He's also got an empty bottle of Third Rail next to a second, half-full one.

There could be trouble ahead.

henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com

[OOM. Neptune's super sleuth is looking for Lilly. All she finds is that she's out of the loop on a great many things. Indy and Mike do the job of ten editions of Say True. Millitimed to the evening of July 4th. Warning for gratuitous naked icons and much talk of underwear.]

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

Sometime that night, Ace strolls back into the bar. Didn't know she'd left, did you? Somehow she's managed to get sand in her hair. That takes some talent, right there.

She gently places a white crinkly bag just big enough to, say, hold a few clusters of grapes, on top of Bar.
"Pen an' paper, please hun?" When she gets the requested supplies, she scribbles out a short note.

( To Captain Mu Ji Tightpants Mean Old Man )

She carefully balances the note on top of the bag, and the whole thing disappears. She then orders cocoa and heads off to the couch, whistling.

Sometime very early the next morning (though it could reasonably be argued to be still night. It could also be argued that it was too damn early or late to be arguing about anything, and everyone should be in bed.) another package is dropped off at Bar, this one all wrapped up in shiny paper, with enough tape to sufficiently bind the majority of the Nazi army and enough ribbon to hang a (real sized) elephant.

There's also a note tucked in the ribbon.

( To Indy Mr. Doesn't Announce Birthdays So Late Presents Are All His Fault )

torch-reporter.livejournal.com

This is not the entry post you are looking for.

No, really. The mun's totally hard at work, pretending the mostly empty bar she works at is really empty and that there really isn't any need for a cocktail waitress right now. Really!

But enough about the mun, and on to the pup. There is a Chloe at a booth, looking over some images on her digital camera. A coffee sits nearby and she looks sort of lost in thought. There would be a longer entry post, but seeing as the mun is bored out of her mind, she's opted for quick and easy tonight.

Do be warned that, while tags probably will not be that slow, there may be the occassional slowtime till about 11:30.

So? Chloe, booth, coffee, and camera. What else more does a girl need? ~~A man flying around in a cape and tights?~~

latino_menace

OOM: Let the dirt cover you, and you will live.

song_tra_bong

Still no sign of her nephew. Still not queen. Still the prettiest. Thus, Mary Anne is down in the bar. (For more than five minutes, her mun swears!)

She's watching the room and nursing a Bloody Mary. Feel free to chat her up.

simon_doctor

Simon Tam is in the bar, with a pale ale and a plate of cheese and crackers.

It's good to be here.

gramarye1971

Merriman doesn't often glance at the bar's noticeboard, generally not unless he thinks that there might be something of interest to him on it. And there is, this time.

He smiles faintly, with a pleased nod, before taking his glass of brandy and carrying it back to a nearby table. His crossword puzzle is half-finished, and he's quite confident that he'll have finished it before he finishes his glass.

kayip.livejournal.com

Behrooz is sitting at a table, picking at a salad with the fork in his left hand.

This is because his right hand is on the table, clearly rather scratched up. But it doesn't hurt if he... doesn't try to use it very strenuously. So he's... not very successfully stabbing at pieces of lettuce.

At the moment, his opinion of cats isn't very high. But his opinion of himself may not be, either.

milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com

He's going outside again in a bit, spending the night within sense range of the wolf-shifted Zuko (the lad's his responsibility, dammit!), but right now Wells needs something to eat. Something that isn't going to give his own wolf any funny ideas, come the night before full moon.

Fortunately, Bar is perfectly happy to supply him with imam bayildi upon request. You don't get a lot more vegetarian than eggplant.