milliways_bar | Aug. 9th, 2006

Aug. 9th, 2006

[OOM: Back in the Caribbean, the Black Pearl sets sail for the Isla de Muerta, to bring the wanderers home.

Unfortunately, they'd not counted on Norrington's determination-- and no one had expected what might happen when the overtaxed power of the astrolabe finally recoiled back upon its starting point.]

action-antihero.livejournal.com

[OOM: Three days into his imprisonment, Jack finds a way out. Warnings for violence and eek.]

princeinexile

The full moon had come; it had it's way, too--

Certainly, Zuko wasn't furry and on four legs, but the boy was ashen when he came downstairs from his suite. He hadn't seen Stephanie since the day before-- since they made their plans -- but now?

Now, he was reconsidering.

Pushing hair out of his eyes (when had it gotten so long--more importantly, why was he sweating so hard that it was matted to his brow?) and he went to the bar. "A note," he said.

Bar provided.

He took up the pencil in an unsteady hand and began to write.

( For Stephanie. )

Then, he made his way up the stairs to collapse and hide.

not_that_spike

( Room 8: be water, my friend. Even when the process is agonizingly slow. )

precocioustilda.livejournal.com

There is a Matilda.

Sitting by the fire with a notebook and a large bowl of peeled carrots, munching away and doing some kind of maths. It's best not to ask what kind, as she's using several alphabets in the process, some of which she may have created herself.

tea-and-honor.livejournal.com

One Honorable Lady seated on the edge of a table watching the world go by. She does that, at times. One tail is curling around her left ankle and then unfolding again and her little black Fox-feet swing slowly back and forth.

e_delmar

Could be there are a few more lines on his face when he enters.

Could be he looks a little stronger. Or maybe that's weaker. Or maybe that's hard to tell.

Could be there's a flutter of fabric over his shoulder as he comes through the door.

Could be he'd be willing to talk to folk as he sits in the corner, brooding over his coffee.

Could be he's not, but you won't find out unless you try.

mitanarchist

Collins sauntered into bar....he blinked for a moment and shrugged. He knew the ways around here and he viewed the bar as the universe's anarchist. It wasn't answering to anybody. He moved up to bar and ordered some vodka. He smirked even more now when Bar gave him a bottle of Grey Goose. "Bar, you treat me all too well." He tapped her top lightly like a pat on her proverbial back. He leaned back in his chair and began to people watch.

b-a-summers.livejournal.com

[OOM: Whisper in a dead man's ear...]

It's a strange thing, really, to open a door that's supposed to lead to your house, only to have it open into a place you'd forgotten about; a place that you thought you'd only dreamed...

A place you'd mixed in with your memories of a place you think was Heaven.

A place you thought you'd never come back to.

It's with a slight sense of relief, with a biting edge of pain of the fact that she'd forgotten all about this place when she was out there, being raised from the dead (still feels like she's dead) that she steps into Milliways.

And more than a little relief that she's served a chicken salad and a diet coke without so much as saying it - she'd just been thinking it, really, whispering it under her breath - that she takes to one of the comfortable chairs by the fireplace, and curls in, just glad to get away from 'home' for the minute.

Current Mood: relieved

milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com

It is as inevitable as death and as unwelcome as taxes. Sooner or later, any individual saddled with Harry Wells' particular set of issues is going to wake up under the open sky one morning and wonder aloud, "What the fuck did I do last night?"

It is, perhaps, a bit less inevitable that the next sentence spoken will be, "... and what the fuck is that taste in my mouth?", if only because two years of Wells' condition is almost always enough to teach even the dimmest of bulbs the aftertaste of blood. This- this is not it.

And the stuff under his fingernails is not supposed to look like that. If he killed something (please let it be something, not someone!), he's almost sure that it would have left dried blood behind. That stuff is whitish. And squishy, when he scrapes it loose on his way to find his clothing stash and get dressed. He's still puzzling over that when the smell of the whatever-it-is he's tasting becomes a whole lot stronger...

Harry Wells comes into the Bar via the back door, looking thoroughly confused and carrying a double handful of something chunky, off-white, and skooshy. "Bar," he says, "I need summat to put this shit in, stuff to get it off my hands with, and whatever alcohol you're willing to give a man before noon. That thing's fucking disturbing."

lvpd_sidle

CSI in the bar.

Said CSI is wearing a Today For You productions t-shirt and peering through a microscope.

She can be bothered.

oldromansaint.livejournal.com

Upon her release, Mal found Santino waiting. A pre-arranged exit, a hiatus.

Santino walked ahead through the main bar, from the office, with Maladicta in tow, following as close as possible without being an impediment to their progress. Neither offered a backwards glance to the bar or the cells, Mal perhaps for a slight fear that her confinement might continue, and Santino for apathy's sake.

Santino smiled and led her through the door.

prone-to-panic.livejournal.com

It is a tired-looking but generally happy trio, (plus a monkey) that steps from the faintly glowing portal in the corner into the bar, shoving a pile of luggage. Beyond them, and before the portal closes, a dimly lit interior of what looks like a ship's cabin can be seen, and perhaps the face of a certain pirate, before the younger of the men shouts and the monkey jumps back through the closing portal. He seems to be the only one of the three that doesn't look mildly relieved. Wistful smiles watch the pirate running off in hot persuit of the monkey as the shining portal finally vanishes completely, and the three turn to gather their things and take them back to their respective rooms.

Welcome back to Milliways Archie, Svava, and Wellard.

((OOC: Three pups, two muns, tag at will.))

pirate_jack

[OOM: After the hurricane, those on the Black Pearl take stock of their situation -- and come to a few conclusions, as a result.]

geeky-agent.livejournal.com

[OOM: Chris, Tony and Chloe travel to China and locate where Jack is being held.]

Eyes half-closed to protect them from the light, Chris stepped into the bar. Even though it hurt and everything was hazy around the edges, she opened her eyes to look around. She couldn't see anyone she recognized and with a sense of impatience and panic, she wasn't sure where to start.

Instead, she stands in the middle of the bar and looks around for anyone she knows, anyone who could help.

[Not plot-locked but please ping before tagging!]

http://users.livejournal.com/_to_the_bone/

Jack is sitting at the bar, with a pile of papers and a few pens, drawing a series of things.

A back. Shoulders. A willow frond. A pineapple. And so on and so forth.

He looks very contemplative.

prydeful

[oom: You pick your side, you take your chances.

Editor's Note: Move along, nothing here to see.

Editor's Note: Yeah, just the whole Marvel Universe about to implode.

Editor's Note: Will you please shut up!?!]

steelartisan

[OOM: Registration. It passed.

Choices are never just black and white.

Editor Note: THERE IS NO DOOM HERE.]

valdemars-mage.livejournal.com

Elspeth is out by the lake, Need in her hands, praticing. It wasn't as good as the salle with its mirrors, but at least here she won't hit anyone. If the bar was going to keep her here, she figures she should keep up everything but her riding, which is hard to pratice without her Companion.

Current Location: Lakeside

arjiki-diamonds.livejournal.com

This place, Fiyero had decided, was terribly strange.

He did the natural thing, then, and made his way out to the lake. It was oddly comforting to know that wherever he was, there was still water and sand and trees. It calmed him - this may explain why he is sitting on the edge of the lake, letting the water wash up on his bare legs now and again.

Company would be unexpected, but not unwelcome.

cywyllog

This isn't a dramatic entrance. In fact, it's an entrance of little importance, aside from those who are coming in the door.

And who are they? Well, a mother and her two young sons. Nothing special, nothing extraordinary. Just a quiet group of three as they make their way through the bar and settle near the observation window.

necessary_child

Sam!Plot! Sam!Plot! Get ya Sam!Plot here!

Outline: Sam and Buddha save the world and Sam, in that order.

Part 1: Millitimed to Tuesday 25th of July. Sam and Buddha have an urgent consultation.

Part 2: Millitimed to between the 26th of July and 2nd of August. Buddha goes to Heaven to research, and Sam tracks down the firedancer. Warnings for violence.

Part 3: Millitimed to between the 3rd and 9th of August. Between them arriving to a fairly worrying conclusion, the brothers enquire of a helpful ally, or at least neutral party, and arrive to a very worrying conclusion. After an urgent search , an actual, if not entirely pleasant, conclusion is reached. Guest appearances from Adam (yes, THAT Adam), Michael (yes, THAT Michael), and Aphrodite (yes, she DOES tell dirty jokes). Warnings for whitetext, bad similes, and Sam's brain going quite spectacularly BOOM.

Internet cookies to the first person to spot the Harry Potter quote, by the way.

mogget_cat

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The all-natural not'cat throwpillow can be yours today for the outstanding low price of only ten pounds!* Order now while supplies last!

* of fish

guppy_sandhu

Guppy comes in, in scrubs today, looking at a pile of notes in front of him. He stops about eight paces in and glances up, noting the change in floor. He looks at his watch, shrugs and goes over to the bar for a well earned cup of tea.

He puts the notes away, then grabs a quick pasta meal with a glass of ~~brown phosphoric acid rich caffeinated carbinated stuff~~ coke.

mandercommander.livejournal.com

Bonzo's inna Bar, wearing t-shirt and shorts. Looking something between tired, upset, and frustrated...with a look of pondering a problem on his face.

He needs a distraction. Any takers?

action-antihero.livejournal.com

[OOM: Jack's plan doesn't work and three weeks later, his location and priorities have shifted. Warning for disturbing content.]

shufti

Shufti and Jack are sitting at a table near the trilobite tank. The baby is being fed from a small bowl of squishy orange stuff, which he seems to be rather enjoying.

She is still looking exhausted, and close to dozing off at times. She looks just like a single mother really.

necessary_child

Afterwards, the door opens on a scream that may or may not be the word 'Lucifer!'

Might be a curse, might be an appeal. Might not even be a word at all.

Sam stumbles through, pale as flour, eyes tight shut, grasping his sword like a drowning man grasps at a life rope. He manages to stay upright long enough to slam the door behind him, then collapses quietly to the floor in a ball. His crown, a plain silver band, tumbles off his head as he crumples, and rolls to a stop close by.

(OOC: For this post at least, Sam can hear what your pup is thinking. Trust me, he doesn't like it any more than your pup might. But please ping me, either on AIM or MSN, before tagging. That said, tag away! It's been far too long.)

sansa-stark.livejournal.com

A young girl sits at a table near the fireplace, in a light blue dress with white lace. A cup, apple, and notebook rest on the table. Though she has slippers nearby, her feet are bare. This is so Sansa can look at her painted toenails and grin.

Anyone she knows will get a smile from a rejuvinated Sansa Stark - anyone she doesn't might get one too, if they catch her eye.

silver_flecks

[oom: Epilogues can last for eons. And sometimes they're as much prologue as anything else.]

terror-soars.livejournal.com

There is a robot in the bar, sitting at a table, twiddling his thumbs. He's looking for anyone with a Security badge.

He's also looking for something more interesting to do that twiddle his thumbs. He wouldn't say no to conversation.

http://users.livejournal.com/_to_the_bone/

This place is full of goings and comings.

Well, here's another pair going.

Parker and Jack's exit is made distinct only by the fact that the place they open the door to sends a huge gust of icy wind into the bar before they quite manage to close it behind them.

Other than that, it's simply two people who aren't there any more.

Left behind is, of course, one small note.

notboundnow.livejournal.com

Do you smoke? Even if you don't, need a light? Why not snag one from the original thief of fire himself?

That's right, ladies and gentlemen, Prometheus is lounging on a barstool, watching you. Yes, you, right there. Care to comment?

[[Mun has free time tonight for the first time in forever! She also has to wake up at 5:45 tomorrow, though, so. Just sayin'.

10:13 PM Oh hell. Okay, apparently I lied about being able to stay up. Still, if anyone wants to tag, I will do my damndest to respond in a timely manner. Sorry, loves.]]

forest_king

Mendanbar been around.

Really.

He has. He's just been . . . well, you try sharing your mun's brain with not one but two brides, and see how many words you get in, edgewise or any other way.

At any rate, he's here now. Come talk to him.

not-broomboy.livejournal.com

The fruit of crabby apple trees is always
Crabby apples never sweeten, ripe
In the sun or in the windy sways.

Perhaps that might explain the man sitting in the

corner

sitting somewhat alone as
....................................the
........................................smoke
................................................drifts up
.......................................................slowly
....................................................from a
..............................................half
....................................burned
...........................................cigarette.

No baby.

No companion.

Somehow it feels more natural than he has for a while.

geeky-agent.livejournal.com

[OOC: Rolling from here.]

Waiting at the bar, just as she promised, is Chris. She glances to her watch and the door every so often. It's not that she's been waiting long, it's just that every minute that passes feels like an hour.

She's joined by Behrooz, then Sharpe and finally, Chase. As soon as everyone is ready, they leave the bar, stepping out into the wintry night beyond the door.

For the first time in weeks, Chris feels hopeful.