Jul. 11th, 2006

[identity profile] oldestcharmed1.livejournal.com
It's Prue with two kittens and a Cat named Scampi playing about out by the lake. Prue is keeping a close eye on them as they explore a nearby tree not yet trying to climb.

Feel free to bug at will it seems to be a wonderful Scottish morning.
[identity profile] flyingsister.livejournal.com
"--definitely need something to eat," Katara said over her shoulder to someone as she walked into the bar.

Then she noticed she was in the bar, as the door shut behind her.

She looked mildly alarmed. It had been a while since she'd come to Milliways and she'd thought (hoped) the door wouldn't open and bring her back.

It was exciting, it was amazing, but the ethics there were also confusing.

At least she could get something to eat?
[identity profile] minatour-kaz.livejournal.com
There is a minotaur sitting in a booth watching the patrons and drinking ale. It may seem early to be drinking ale but he might have been nuresing this one all night. Really he's been there all night you just haven't noticed him.

He doesn't lookin intimidating...okay he does can't really be helped but at least he doesn't look angry so it should be safe to approach.
[identity profile] 2woolongdatadog.livejournal.com
...the Pembroke corgi shows why he didn't just jump up at the door when he turns around -- a bag dangles from his mouth which he manages with great gentleness, as if the globular-looking contents, bulging through the fabric, are quite fragile.

He looks around, sniffs around for a familiar person. Spike in particular, but Beth, Faye... even Gren or Julia would be able to help him. He regrets having to leave his romaji Scrabble tiles behind so he could carry his present; it makes it harder to communicate with regular, limited humans. Hopefully, one of the magical types or a shapeshifter will come by.

Ein remembers he'll have to be good if it's one of the cat-shaped ones.
[identity profile] smart-sam.livejournal.com
Sam's sitting in front of the observation window. She looks troubled and if she's a million lightyears away.

There's a computer, completly ignored in front of her. The screensaver has come on and gone and now it's hibernating. (shh the computer is sleeeeping.) There also is a meal in front of her, also untouched. Was was meant to be hot is now cold and what was meant to be cold is now warm.

All of this really spells out to be trouble.
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Hank is fiddling with a small device, and relaxing.

Mind you, he is hanging from a rafter by his feet, peering at the device(the corepiece of a Shi'Ar transportation system core control unit) and wearing goggles that enhance his vision.

He is, in his own way, having fun.
[identity profile] door-2-door.livejournal.com
Because he was reprimanded, for his recent absences, the last few times he's been in, The Salesman is at the bar again today. He's generally a morning person, and has got coffee to boot, so now would probably be a reasonable time to talk to him.
[identity profile] gotham-knocking.livejournal.com
It's an exhausted and relieved Alexander Knox who stumbles through the door. After the long day he's just been through, a few hours - or maybe a day or two - in the Bar sounds even better than usual.

He throws off his coat and hat, and slides into a booth. In front of him is the evening edition of the Globe. Above the masthead, it reads "Four Star Extra". Below the masthead, in large type, the headline "MAYOR BORG FACES BRIBERY CHARGES" is easy to see. Knox takes another look at the lead story, and at his byline below the headline.

It's been a big day. It's a huge scoop. So why doesn't he feel good about it?

Signaling a rat, Knox orders two beers. And then slumps back in the booth, to try to relax.
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[personal profile] theravenboy
In the last weeks, Bran Davies has been working hard at the farm, saving money for university and spending as much time as he could with his da.

He has missed Milliways, though, so he has decided to visit it tonight. He's brought his harp, as usual; the sword Caliburn waits back at Clwyd Farm for Bran and Will to figure out what to do about it.
[identity profile] milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com
Today is not a day on which Wells wants to be inside. Unfortunately, there was hunting last night, which means blood and mess. And meat; he stops at the Bar and deposits a couple of squishy parcels. "If you could see to it that Stephanie Brown gets those, please," he says. "They're for the puppies."

From there it's a quick run upstairs. Some time later he returns, a little calmed and a lot cleaner, and heads for the back door.
[identity profile] precocioustilda.livejournal.com
And lo, a Matilda appears. Her nose is in a book as she wanders down the stairs, yet she successfully manages to navigate the bar and plunk herself down in a seat by the fire, still reading. Feel free to interrupt. Despite appearances, she's feeling sociable.
[identity profile] how-pathetic.livejournal.com
Walks into the bar and nods to the bartender slowly. He doesn't do much as he sits and drinks his tea before desciding to move on and travel back to his world of myth and history.
[identity profile] tweak-ears.livejournal.com
InuYasha maybe out of it today, but he was looking for his brother. He maybe nuts in doing so but he has a question or two, to ask him about their father. The poor half-demon InuYasha walks a dangrous road, as he wonders into the person that he needs to talk to once they step out of the bar. InuYasha doesn't think or care for the moment, as he just nods to his brother and walks besides him. There might be something going on between them but no one will ever know. The two brothers are enemies through and through but as they come together they both have things to finally talk about. So as the day passes on, everyone might be thinking that there is something going on. However, it is something that will never stay and will change in any minute.
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"Billy Liar's got his hands in his pockets
Staring over at the neighbor's, knickers down.
He's got his knickers down.
"

Sings the happy-go-lucky Head Bar-ex-turtle.
He's behind Bar with a HUGE stack of papers in front of him.
There are crayons.

Fear.
[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_righthandman_/
Chase is of ze back inna bar, looking slightly more cheerful after talking to Jack and Chris last night and going home to Kim.

It is rather nice to be UnBound and able to skive off work in Milliways.

[OOC: Tag at will, but mun's at work, so responses might be a little slow.]
[identity profile] female-were.livejournal.com
Here's someone who hasn't been in the bar a lot.

Auburn hair, sultry eyed woman lounging on a couch over by the fire. She's watching the bar like everyone is a walking steak. She may be hungry. Or just bored.

Care to divert her attention specifically on you? Though, forewarning, the words in the icon are truthful.
[identity profile] wellthrownstone.livejournal.com
Garion's, um, better.

He's at the bar, the Sword of the Rivan King hanging from it's sheath along his back. He's having hot chocolate, regardless of the heat, because hot chocolate had become a comforting thing while he was at Milliways and he needs the comfort. There was always ale, of course, but he didn't feel up to the headache that would come after and he didn't want to dull his senses should he be found and called away immediately. As it was, he was taking the little respite for what it was, a chance to cool his head before he spoke to Ce'Nedra--

Who he wasn't telling about that Prophecy. At all.
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[personal profile] lvpd_sidle
Sara has coffee, a casefile, a metal rod, and a small jar of red powder.

"...God, you weren't kidding when you said this crap got everywhere."

Interruptions are more than welcome.
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[personal profile] slayer_fray
The littlest Slayer™ is, for want of a better phrase, 'inna bar'.

She's actually discovered that her skaterug was also shrunk by the ray, and that the magic was also unaffected, so the Littlest Slayer™ is delighting in the relevation that she can fly!

So there she is, the Littlest Slayer™, flying around at varying heights, patrolling the bar.

For you see, the Littlest Slayer™, is also the Littlest Security Member™.
[identity profile] stuck-mynock.livejournal.com
Evidently, Atton's finished his new lightsaber. Or else he stole the one he's currently training outside with. Either's possible.

Either way, he's outside, going through lightsaber katas - A rarity in itself, as Atton usually can't be bothered with training.

He looks pretty serious about it. He doesn't even get distracted by passing insects. But a distraction would probably be most of the good.
[identity profile] faithful-slayer.livejournal.com
Faith!

Pianopost, because it's been a while!

Sabre Dance, because a song with a sword in the title would, of course, suit her.
[identity profile] action-antihero.livejournal.com
Earlier today, Jack came in and headed toward the bar to get a cup of coffee and warm up a bit.  Cool weather's starting to set in back in Lakefield, and after being outside chopping wood, he was looking forward to having a hot cup of coffee and relaxing for a bit.  When his coffee arrived, a note arrived with it.

Needless to say, he's not relaxing much now.  He's sitting at a table with a clear view of the door, fingers drumming against the table top as he attempts to read inbetween glances at the door.  It goes without saying that he really doesn't look happy.

Someone is definitely going to get a talking to when they get back.
[identity profile] ways-lust.livejournal.com
Lust is just about finished bringing in the Incomplete Stone she needs to keep the deaths down to a minimum when she and Miho perform the ritual.

These two cases represent nearly the last of it and she sets them down carefully next to the bar. Time to pause in her evil plan and gloat.

She orders a glass of wine.
[identity profile] hero-jack.livejournal.com
Uh, this isn't the closet that he was just locked up in.

It's so much better. This place has beer. Which is what he needs, after that dream and Michael's craziness.

Which is what he goes to the bar to get. Mmm.
[identity profile] rebelheartalien.livejournal.com
The door opens and a familiar face comes in... but for the time being, it's not Michael Guerin in the driving seat.

By mutual consent between him and Michael, Rath of Antar has just come to Milliways as more than just a passenger.

Have at.
[identity profile] almost-arabian.livejournal.com
Lawrence is, at the moment, settled down with his arms behind his neck on the grass next to the lake.

To the untrained eye it might appear that he's fallen asleep, but he's really paying quite close attention. He's enjoying the cool evening - his shirt is bunched up behind his head to act as a pillow.

As such, his fairly scarred upper body is exposed, but he doesn't seem very bothered.
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[personal profile] gone_byebye
Ray skids down the banister into the Bar with his holocomputer under one arm, sticks the dismount, and makes his way over to one of the tables. "Could I get a roast beef sandwich and a glass of the green stuff?" he asks a passing wait-rat. "Thanks!"

Secure in the knowledge that he's gonna get food soon, he fires up the computer and starts in once again on the task of making it render a series of ever more complicated electronic parts as clearly and individually as possible, in three dimensions.

.... well, possibly more, but it's a little hard to see it if that's the case.
[identity profile] stubborn-annie.livejournal.com
Annie Wells is never very fond of this time of the month, but there's not really much she can do about it, she supposes. She's got her cup of tea and her seat by the fire, and every so often a glance out the window, and... that's really all she's willing to admit to wanting at the moment.

Well, maybe distraction.
[identity profile] dear-of-heart.livejournal.com

Cora is seated, rather predictably, on a couch by the fire.

Drinking tea, quietly (though, one wonders, how drinking tea could be loud. Perhaps if accompanied by music?).

Come distract her!


[OOC: Fair warning—due to slight tiredness there might be a bit of a lag between tags Aaand I'm off t'bed]
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[personal profile] dragon_twin
[Relinked, as it's now finished:

OOM: Melou takes Angela to 6th century Wales for an extended visit.]
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[personal profile] song_tra_bong
Mary Anne's slumped in a booth, pouring shots from a bottle of tequila. She winces at the alcohol burn on her healing lower lip. Still, doesn't look like she's adverse to company.

Take a seat; she'll get you your own shotglass.


[ooc: tags may be slow due to the mun's current dependence on dial-up, but she'll be around for a while.]
[identity profile] the-woodpecker.livejournal.com
[ooc: A visit from an old friend.]





[This thread is still open for visits; feel free to tag in if your character can get to St. Mungo's, or we can work out a thing where 'Dora brings them in another thread too.]
[identity profile] kurosakiboy.livejournal.com
Things are never easy. Never. They're just not. When things are easy, Ichigo becomes worried. It's just not the natural state of his life. It never has been. When life was easy, a young Ichigo smiled all the time, and then some higher being, fate or God or whatever controls things decided to take that away. All his life, being different has made sure that life was not easy for him. Gangs and his peers and even his elders made sure his life was not easy. And all that was before giant monsters and Death Gods and nearly getting himself cut in half.

And now things are easy, and it worries him.

He's sprawled on the ground outside under a tree, staring up past the leaves at the sky and trying to make sense of things. It shouldn't be so easy to control a bloodthirsty inner demon that, just weeks before, caused him no end of trouble and nearly lost him a dear friend.

But it is. And even if he knows that that's not right, Ichigo can't figure out why it's so easy, or what he's supposed to do about it. Because it's not gone, even if he tells everyone it is. No matter how much he wishes for it, his inner Hollow isn't gone.

Come distract a poor confused teenager. He could use some company.