milliways_bar | Jul. 12th, 2006

Jul. 12th, 2006

not-broomboy.livejournal.com

Two Short Interlues

[Interlude the First: Wherein Trism figures out the reasoning behind the naming of a certain green baby.]

[Interlude the Second: Wherein the bond between parent and child is confusing and Trindle bites Liir again before getting a bottle and hearing a Qua'ati lullabye.]

badinlatin

[OOM: Mal Reynolds' To-Do List

1. Talk to Zoe about new heading.

2. Actually lay in new heading. Now Not Locked.

3. Tell the wife that there's a new plan.]

blackbanthaboy.livejournal.com

[OOM: This is a compulsory dance. Face returns to Wraith Squadron after eight months in Milliways, and misses Inyri a lot, and also gets shot. Covers up to the end of Iron Fist.]

2woolongdatadog.livejournal.com

Room 8: After entering the bar with a mysterious bag, Ein finds out what's happened to Spike recently.

futures_of_ash

Rachel had slept. Far too deep for the nightmares to follow...and then she'd woken. An empty room, bare and lacking in personality...but safe. There'd been a tray of food, small things that didn't need to stay cool...

"I love you Rachel..."

She couldn't eat. The sandwich was glue in her mouth and tasteless; the remembered words and waves of emotion beating with her pulse.

Love me...

Love me...

Love me back!

With a wordless cry she let the sandwich slip from her fingers as she herself went out the window. The the Lake. Yes, her solace, her peace, her lake where she can sob quietly and not worry about the tears joining the waters just below her feet.

not-one-drop.livejournal.com

Last night, Mal sat in her room and wrote a note. It took a lot of effort and time, not to mention forcible restraining herself from tearing it up, but it got written and now it's going to be delivered. No matter how hard it is to read.

( Santino )

She drops it off on the bar, and then leaves by the lake door, going to sit with her back against a tree, eyes shut, head tilted back. After a few moments, pulls out a cigarette and lights it, taking a long drag.

withamagicword

Billy Batson, called William most days, comes downstairs and glances around, then nods. He has a life waiting for him back home, and while it has been fun seeing his friends, some of the encounters have gone even worse then the last time he was here. In some ways, Milliways has changed a great deal for him, and yet in a lot of ways, it hasn't changed at all.

He smiles and gently pats Bar as he passes and then heads towards the Door. It is, he thinks, time to go home again.

A few minutes later, the Door closes softly, and he is gone.

withamagicword

[OOM: Chosen Quest - 4 - A Time to Remember - In which, far out in space, Billy has moved on and thinks about his future. Mild Warnings for Spoilers for pre-Infinite Crisis Future Canon.]

cheerychaplain

Father Mulcahy comes in quietly today, pulling a surgical mask down from his nose and mouth, letting it hang. He wears a white surgical gown with a purple stole (it resembles a scarf) thrown over his neck. Exhausted, he sits down in the nearest seat, setting his Bible on the table and trying to ignore the dots of blood on the surgical gown sleeves.

It's entirely possible that he just sat down at an already occupied table or booth. Or maybe not. He isn't paying much mind to his surroundings.

[mun ~~will be here and responding to tags alllll day~~ is gone! thank you for threads, all!]

wellthrownstone.livejournal.com

He walks out the door.

That's... about it. He's got stuff to do.

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

The baby!Diety quotient in the bar just went up by one, baby Estsanatlehi (and poor put-upon Duck) were over by the fire, the former wrapped in a blanket and giggling at her fingers, and the latter keeping an eye on her to keep her out of trouble.

Go on and talk to her, she's still Ana, just, y'know, tiny.

tinyceratops.livejournal.com

The second smallest member of Security is in the Bar.

Guarding the tree cave from mean nasty things by marching up and down the space.

Marching. Up and down and up and down, mhead held high, resplendant in her pink bullet proof vest and the shint Security badge. Bad guys beware!

gone_byebye

[OOM: An argument.]

Ray makes his way down the stairs, blinking and yawning and generally quite ignorant of the fact that he's got his Cthulhu slippers on, and asks the Bar for Cocoa Puffs. It may be a measure of his current mental state that he does not entirely notice that he's been given Frosted Whole Wheat Bricks, or whatever the hell those little things that look like scouring pads are. He does seem alert enough to pop open the ongoing electronic parts design display on his holocomputer, though. As a fun side note, he's got some lovely new visible bruises, including one on the side of his face and an interesting one that takes up one side of his forearm. Plus there's some marks around the eyes, sort of, but those just look like equipment got pushed into his skin too hard or something.

He's not Captain Observant at the best of times, but right about now he's not even Midshipman Moderately-Noticing. It's just one of those mornings.

jedi-exile.livejournal.com

The door opens.

A small gizka hops in, seemingly running away from angry voices.

It gurgles. Hops in place. Coos and then eats something off the floor.

"Why is the hyperdrive making that noise?!" comes an angry female voice through the door. It's answered by a heavily accented angry male voice telling her that it was probably the stupid gizka in the first place.

The gizka in the bar cocks its head and hops foward a few more paces.

"It wasn't the gizka!" Kira snaps, as she runs down the hall, coming through the door, where she was supposed to come to where her Chiss guide was standing, and instead ending up in the bar.

She stands over the gizka, arms crossed, looking quite frazzled. "It better not have been the gizka."

no-prisoner.livejournal.com

[OOC: OOM: Sounds great. HURRY.]

latino_menace

A few hours after making the choice of the day, Ramon dimly realises that he's hungry. Of course, there is no food in the house. He doesn't even know where the nearest supermarket is. Hence, Bar. Food has been picked over and now he's on a sofa with a coffee, staring drowsily at nothing in particular.

Feel free to interrupt his torpor. He won't care.

sansa-stark.livejournal.com

Sansa is lying on a blanket by the lake. A small picnic basket is beside her, along with her summer reading, The Count of Monte Cristo. She promised a friend she'd finish it.

Which is why she's lying on her back, staring up at the sky, tossing grape after grape into the air. Sometimes they actually land in her mouth.

Sansa is such a studious little lady. One who wouldn't mind being further distracted.

button-masher.livejournal.com

That? Is most definitely not Tycho Brahe in that corner booth with a laptop, biting his nails and muttering to himself.

Definitely not.

Okay. Maybe it is. If you look at the screen, it has dictionary.com up. And he seems to be looking at the definition of delicious. And looking worried.

What a weird guy. Gosh.

stuck-mynock.livejournal.com

Out by the lake, there is an Atton, leaning against a tree. From the looks of the lightsaber in his hand, the general sweatyness, and how he seems a bit exhausted, he's been training again. Once is rare, twice in two days is unprecedented. His jacket has been discarded, and his shirt is unbuttoned on an undershirt that looks almost entirely composed of hastily (and badly) sewn on patches.

In the bar proper, there is a Chichiri. He is sitting in a booth, hastily working on several scrolls, the brow of his mask furrowed into a frown (though the mask keeps smiling. It's a rather odd expression.) There are several discarded books in the booth, mostly from Earth - 'The Lord of the Rings,' 'The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde,' and 'The Complete Guide to Home-Improvements.'

Come bother either. (Though specify which one.)

maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com

She's been waitressing.

You just haven't seen her.

But there is a lilymaid in the bar, with a purple t-shirt that says: "Milliways Barmaid--Hands Off!" and a slightly worried expression on her face.

She keeps hoping that Spike is all right up there.

But she's in a fairly good mood tonight and she'll be very happy to serve you.

kitchen_maid

Amy has stayed longer than she meant to and probably longer than she should have. So tonight she's dressed like a princess again, crown tucked firmly under her arm, and on her way back to Phantasmorania.

But she'll stop long enough to have a cup of tea, and, she hopes, a bit of conversation.

ather-fledgling.livejournal.com

There's a young Roman over on a couch by the fire. He looks positively refreshed, though considering he had a long nap in the forest it's probably to be expected.

Wide chocolate colored eyes are watching the bar, more curious than predatory. And, as he looks seventeen, he's drinking a root beer. Not a real beer. Probably shouldn't poke him about that, unless you're willing to offer something better.

Conversation though? That, he's always up for.

dragonofgrey.livejournal.com

In the dark shadowy booth corner, weighing in at a light approximately 9.3 stone, we have Draco "The Git" Malfoy. Specialities include magic, being obnoxious, making fun of others, and being a power and money whore.

Over here in the bright Observation Window corner, weighing in at approximately a fit 190 pounds, we have Truman "The Star" Burbank. Specialities including nice, curious, active imagination, and being driven.

Leeeeehhhhhhht's get to taaaaaag!!!!!!!!!!!

(ooc: as in, the mun's very much around, and is itchy with RP withdrawal now that her headvoices are getting noisy again, and give a yell if I owe you a slowtime!)

royal-guarantor.livejournal.com

Roshaun is outside, watching Gheri and Gifr as he agreed with Steph, while they run off some of their vast supplies of energy.

Hey, they're big dogs, and still growing. They need their exercise.

Come chat.

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

[ooc: More visitors, of the family kind.]

simon_doctor

[OOM on Serenity, millitimed to Sunday: After the flood all the colors came out. Simon reads some mail, talks to his wife, and comes to at least one surprising realization.]

stilljustandrew

*There's an Andrew in the bar.*

*He's reading. No, actually, he's been reading, but right now he's rubbing his closed eyes with two fingers and contemplating getting some more caffeine and an Advil.*