milliways_bar | Jul. 25th, 2006

Jul. 25th, 2006

no-real-hero.livejournal.com

( OOM: it really is the end of the goddamn universe. Room 31. )

Yrael slept hard after his entrance last night, but when he wakes up tonight, he is still tired. The battered, scorched door doesn't even get a glance. Yrael holds the belief that the right food and drink can cure most ills, so he aims for the bar. He doubts his ills can be cured by food and drink, though.

He doesn't really mind that his touseled hair is sticking up every which way.

missginnytonic.livejournal.com

There is a witch in the bar with a basket full of flowers that she would be willing to share or give to some one that needed one for thier special some one

Current Mood: silly

explorertruman.livejournal.com

~~This is not the recycled post you're looking for...Move along...~~
Shhh... there was somebody napping out on one of the couches, a book on exploration that had fallen facedown on the floor near him. Obviously was reading until Truman dozed off.

Dare ya to wake him?

simon_doctor

[OOM, loooong slowtimed since July 12: Looking at Letters.]

ff-ambassador.livejournal.com

[OOM: Inara's Guild superior contacts her to let her know some bad news.

ETA: Now actually unlocked! Eep! Sorry about that.]

notsoyoung.livejournal.com

[OOM: Armand says his goodbyes. To David, at least.]

[OOC: Taggable by anyone with access to Tokyo, I suppose.]

Current Mood: contemplative

aj_crawley

The thing about small pieces of paper with several very important figures thereon is that... well, they're small. And pockets, even demonic ones, are not infallible.

Crowley's put in the hours (and looks it, too, more so even than before); he has just enough time to be here, despite the chaos reigning in the Middle East. But that doesn't change the fact that he shouldn't, that he feels oddly as though he's trespassing. So he's quiet as he slowly paces the floor, checking under the tables closest to last week's booth; keeps alternating long scans of the floorboards with quick glances towards the staff corridor.

No sign yet. Of the paper. He'll check outside in a short while, around the swing where he'd sat with Kaylee a small while, along the lake-side track they'd walked a short way. He hopes it hasn't been raining too much in Scotland, recently.

underwater-owl.livejournal.com

The youngest Prince of Amber- though he's the only one left in the bar now, isn't he?- is about this morning. In the process of smoking a cigarette and juggling a newspaper and a piece of toast.

This is just as hard as it sounds. However, Random has practice.

He looks, to be frank, irritable. Pinched around the edges and snappish, as though he hasn't been sleeping quite enough.

shadowsusannah.livejournal.com

[OOC: OOM: A little travelling music.]

gotham-knocking.livejournal.com

The door opens, and in from a noisy newsroom comes Knox. He's a bit surprised - it's been a while since the door has opened from the office. But since it's lunchtime, Knox isn't too upset.

He heads to a quiet table, and looks for a waitrat.

[ooc: slowtime for work likely.]

velocitygirl

Outside, by the lake, Inyri's walking her notpuppy, Wyn.

His absence's getting to her, and she figured walking 'round the lake with a hyperactive dog is the best way to shrug lonliness off.

So have at.

smart-sam.livejournal.com

The door opens and in walks Sam, her laptop slung over her shoulder. She makes a quick trip upstairs, and then comes back downstairs, a Cassie (who comes with two kittens, one cat and four chicks) trailing behind her.

"You've come to what? Not that I'm not happy for you. It's not that. It's just kind of sudden. I mean - that's not how you left."
Sam sits down in a booth and watches Cassie start placing animals on the table in front of her before sitting down herself. "I got a bit of help from a friend, that's all."
"Well, whoever it is, remind me to thank them when I see them next."

[OOC: Tag one, tag both. Just let me know if you want one of them specifically.]

not_that_spike

( OOM: Late last night, Room 8 )

prince-arithon.livejournal.com

Arithon has a baby. Specifically, Arithon has a very well behaved baby resting in his left arm while his right one slowly flips through a book on such little beings like the dark-haired bundle.

Some of what the book says is very strange. Most of it, however, has proven to be very useful. Needless to say, Arithon is not on duty.

petraarkanian.livejournal.com

[[OOM- Petra Arkanian is not having a fun time.

First she speaks to Ray and gets a wonderful idea. Then when trying to explain it to Boba Fett, Bonzo Madrid decides to poke his head in. He doesn’t like her idea, and places a bounty on her, which Fett takes. When the key to her room cannot be found (It’s with her Cat) she is taken to his room and drugged.

Then Bonzo comes to see her. This is not helping her opinion of the Jedi. ]]

OOC- The last scene will finish when Bonzo comes back. >.<

prone-to-panic.livejournal.com

There's an Archie in the bar. Still. Again. Whatever. Anyway, he's sitting on a stool, leaning back against Bar, tea in hand, watching the gatheres. It is his job, after all. Come keep him company, he's friendly and he certainly wouldn't mind a bit of conversation.

musical-muse.livejournal.com

*Lady Tere is settled on the piano. Yes, on it. On the lid. She has an electric guitar and is working her way through "Fame"*

Baby, look at me
And tell me what you see
You ain't seen the best of me yet
Give me time, I'll make you forget the rest
I've got more in me, and you can set it free
I can catch the moon in my hand
Don't you know who I am
Remember my name

( Fame! )

milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com

Wells spent most of the morning outdoors, beginning a little before dawn. Running very fast and punching inanimate objects, he's found, are best done either with a group or entirely on one's own. On one's own is easier around here, if only because he hasn't got to worry about matching speeds or abilities. Nothing ruins a good bout of physical training like discovering your partner can put his fist through the heavy bag without even thinking about it.

He's still having trouble getting his time below 5:58 for the mile, though, so he's given up for the morning and come in to get a bit of lunch. Maybe to find Mr. Universe as well. Who knows.

yuppie-trash.livejournal.com

All work and no play makes Patty a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Patty a dull boy.

In the booth he usually occupies, Patrick sits with a Coach messenger bag (perfectly sized for the office or a day trip, this fashionable new piece is as organized as it is stylish) in gunmetal black leather. He is drinking a gin (Hendrick's Gin, infused with Bulgarian Rose and cucumber mash), with two (not one, never three) ice cubes.

All work and no play makes Patty a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Patty a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Patty a dull boy.

There is something in his free hand, gleaming.

lvpd_sidle

There is a Sara in the bar.

Other circumstances (dead brothers, hermit brothers, missing brothers) aside, she's in a damned good mood.

Not much can remove that grin from her face.

mollyprewett.livejournal.com

[[OOM: In which Molly gives Cain a gift.]]

burned-them-all.livejournal.com

Gwen's been dozing, off and on, in a booth since last night. She has a room, which really is more comfortable, under normal circumstances, but she was rather happy where she found herself, yesterday evening. This could possibly be blamed on a young blond wizard.

She's vaguely awake now, but still rather groggy. Caffeine would not go unappreciated.

cywyllog

Cywyllog enters the bar and immediately orders a cup of tea, then heads to a booth.

The screaming toddlers are asleep and right now, she just needs some relative peace and quiet.

mogget_cat

Now would be a good time for one to get supper, if one were awake. Unfortunately for Yrael, he is not awake, and is in peril of sleeping through supper. He's still passed out on the couch where Jason left him. Occasionally, he shifts in his sleep.

(ooc: ~~Suppertime, as mun is not sleeping through it. Will return shortly.~~ Back!)

door-2-door.livejournal.com

Due to recent discoveries concerning canon, the mun has decided to throw The Salesman inna bar.

And so there he is, in a booth with a beer and the usual paper work.
No hook, and no pretty narrative entry post for you tonight.

Just a pup, a location, and a drink.
Go for it.

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

There is an Ace in the bar tonight, still working on the carving she started the night before.
She'd hardly be this calm if she could read OOM's.
Trust me, approaching the pyro armed with a short knife is okay. She's rather horrible at knife fighting - liable to stick herself rather than anyone else.

Plus? She's smiling. Always a good sign.

...

Unless there's explosives, then it could mean anything.

no-real-hero.livejournal.com

Some chicks are tied into the generational, societal bullshit that tells them they should be compliant, not adventurous, not curious. They should hang around waiting for someone to hold their hands, let them know when it's okay to move, to breathe, to fucking think.

Hero Brown's never been that kind of female. And so after the best goddamn night's sleep she's had in what feels like a hundred years, she leaves Beth's room, key in pocket, gun in her holster because after all this time she doesn't trust very many people or places or circumstances, takes two right turns, heads down the stairs, and walks into a bar at the end of the goddamn fucking universe.

A bar with... what did Beth tell her? People from all over, from different universes. Yeah, right. Sure. That's a good one, Beth, you really had me going for a while there. But judging by the shit some people are wearing, maybe she wasn't joking. Maybe she was actually mother-of-fucking-God telling the truth. She is the santa madre, after all. And whatever room the santa madre ended up in, Hero hopes she's having a hell of a well-deserved rest.

And now all she has to do is figure out how this place fucking works.

guppy_sandhu

It's been an interesting day for Guppy. Dragged out of bed at half six by Abs after his next door neighbour suddenly decided to give birth to twins in the living room. Removing small pieces of lego from the noses of two small boys who had been seeing who could put the plastic bricks further up. Treating an elderly lady with a broken hip who kept forgetting that the hospital wasn't the post office.

Right now, he's stopped for dinner whilst he has the chance.

giftedthom.livejournal.com

*Two years, huh?

Thom sits at the edge of the lake, just far enough back not to get his feet wet. Because those boots were expensive. Like everything else he's wearing tonight. Everything he's wearing is also black; as if he were going to a funeral.*

shufti

Shufti and Jack are over by the trilobite tank. Jack is sitting on her knee whilst she eats dinner.

On the table is a sneakoscope, which occasionally spins and whistles. Although so far it has only been in response to Jack trying to steal her carrots.

maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com

Elaine comes downstairs for waitressing. She's had so much on her mind and she's tired of worrying, but she puts on a cheerful face for her shift.

She's wearing a purple t-shirt that says "Milliways Barmaid--Hands Off!", blue jeans and sneakers.

And she'll be happy to serve you.

e_delmar

[OOM: In another time and another place, there are consequences to a much needed visit.]

pirate_jack

The front door opens wide, and a pirate strolls through.

Captain Jack Sparrow has a wicked look about him tonight, and there's a bright and mischievous gleam in his eyes. He's flipping a worry-wood casually through the fingers of his left hand as he heads straight for the Bar.

By the time he gets there, a bottle of rum is waiting for him, and Jack grins.

"It's good to see you again, too, luv."

[OOC: Plot-tagged, yes, but not plot-locked!]

dragon_twin

There is a teenage prince lounged at a table. He's not quite as cranky as he was this morning. Ruining someone else's day and alcohol will cheer you up rather quickly.

Melou is, however, not exactly happy either. He's keeping an eye on the stairs. Some might know why, most probably don't. Still, he'd like to make sure things are as all right as they can be before he heads back home.

no-prisoner.livejournal.com

[OOC: OOM: Manchester]

badinlatin

Mal is...sound asleep. I mean it. Feet propped up on a table that some Loompa is going to be mad that he scuffed up, 'Guide to Guild Etiquette for the Perplexed' sprawled open on his chest, head bent down and to one side.

If you peek on the screen of the iPod currently plugged into his brain, he's listening to a band called 'Squirrel Nut Zippers'.

Bar is weird.

angela-edmunds.livejournal.com

[oom: Angela thinks some things over.]

creator_raven

Today is another day, and so unsurprisingly there is another Raven at a corner booth.

With cookies.

Two plates, today.

One is already empty.

Someone, it seems, is remarkably hungry.

Also bored. It is a consequence of playing with paperclips and safety pins.

ten-feet-below.livejournal.com

The Prince has acquired somewhat of a thirst, as he strode through the forest looking for wrongs to right and maidens to rescue.

And even as he thinks this, he recognizes the shape of the bar in front of him.

(This is what the Prince's luck is like all the time.)

Marching inside, he heads straight for the bar and cries, "Barman, a flagon, if you would!" without, in fact, checking to see whether there's any barman there to take his order.

The flagon appears anyways.

oldromansaint.livejournal.com

Santino moved into Milliways and seated himself at a nearby empty table with a smile. He spoke briefly to a waitrat and paid it a small wad of notes- payment in advance for any tabs accrued on his behalf. Santino is more than smart enough to realise how bad accumulating debt can be, especially in a celestial bar that continually destroys the universe around oneself.

He placed his jacket over the back of his chair, to stop it creasing. Beneath, clean, white-collared dress-shirt with the top two buttons undone. No jewelry. Hair at full length, ebony curls hanging to his shoulders, framing his face.

Company would not cause complaints.

song_tra_bong

Mary Anne hasn't been keeping much track of the date so it was a surprise when Bar presented her with a slice of birthday cake.

At the moment, she's at that table over there, enjoying her cake and flipping through a book. Feel free to ask about the book, cake, beglittered cast or all of the above.

alwaysroomforhope

Steph's curled up tight in an armchair, head on her knees, thinking. The armchair's a good one, near enough the fire that it's soothing, but not so close that it's too hot, and it's big and squishy and she can curl up in it just right to get into a serious spot of brooding.

...it's not getting beaten up regularly that she minds so much as it is not having any say in the matter. She hates feeling like an object - something for Ichigo's demon to break just to get a point across - and she hates being defenseless against it even more. And she's still furious at Ichigo himself, needless to say. And she's mad at herself for not seeing the lie. And she's mad at Zuko for having to rescue her, too, even though he really doesn't deserve that. Steph's just sick of always needing her butt hauled out of trouble, really.

She's keeping an eye out for a few people - thanks are owed, and warnings, too, to anyone who Ichigo might know - and rubbing the metal of her Security badge absently. But basically, she's just a big black cloud of impotent fury. A big black cloud shaped like a small blonde athlete, but a big black cloud all the same.

Big black clouds are fun to poke at, aren't they?

dead_hooker_2

Enter Trina. White tee-shirt, jeans, green sweater, flip flops, hair gathered artlessly in a knot on the top of her head.

Clearly, she was not expecting to wind up in public.

But, hey, if this means she doesn't have to fix her own coffee, she can deal.

She pulls her hair down and runs her fingers through it, arriving at a sort of half-styled look, and goes to ask Bar for a latte.

Catch her on her way, or once she arrives. She's easy.

prone-to-panic.livejournal.com

((OOC: Archie and Svava leave a note for Alanna after this thread.))

( For Alanna )

gone_byebye

A pole appears near the door, and for a moment a hole opens in the ceiling. The instant Ray slides down and lets go of the pole, pole and hole alike vanish, and all is as it was before. "I never get tired of doing that," he says to no one in particular before heading for the Bar.

just-a-soldier.livejournal.com

[OOM: Aeryn goes with Jaina on a cargo run to escape the scowling and mutterings of Jagged Fel. Some feelings are discussed. No one ever said friendship was easy.]

[OOC: Apologies for the delay, we're hoping to get back on schedule now. Muns real lives hitting big time is a horrible thing :D]