(no subject)

[buriedmybrother.livejournal.com]

Antigone's back in the bar.

And she's not crying.



That, however, is about the best that can be said for her. She's curled up in a booth with a dish of melting ice cream and an untouched mug of tea.

It's never pleasant to be forgotten.

(no subject)

[alwaysroomforhope]

Steph wanders downstairs, making a bee-line for the bar and for coffee. The new addition to the decor gets a curious glance before she turns back to her caffeine.

Once the coffee-cup's half drained, she blinks, and turns around to look again.

Only one hand?

...Now there is a Steph, messy morning hair tucked behind her ears, a half-full coffee cup clasped in one hand, studying the clock intently. Not touching it - it kinda seems ... creepy - but looking at it.

Mun has kidnapped flatmate's laptop, and is sitting happily in bed playing with the shiny internets. May vanish in a few hours; may not. Is pingable at tentaclegothic, because she forgot the password to her other sn. Steph's just looking at the clock, this isn't plotty or anything.

(no subject)

[saionjisenpai.livejournal.com]

[OOC: OOM:

Antigone comes looking for Saionji.




That could've gone better.]

In the Old Kingdom

[mogget_cat]

[Out-Of-Milliways: Yrael runs into a Perimeter Scout patrol just North of the Wall, and sets about retrieving what he went to the Old Kingdom to collect. Warning for violence and Yrael's lighthearted attitude towards it.]

(no subject)

[wilsons-musings.livejournal.com]

Wilson walks downstairs to the bar in search for a cup of coffee. As soon as his feet touch the bar floor, his eyebrows shoot up. Why? He sees the door, that's why. He dashes up the stairs and appears moments later dressed in a suit and tie. Then he's off to the door and out of the bar.

(Fear not; he will return.)

(no subject)

[agirllost]

Kim's not injured. She comes back from the infirmary and stands looking at the Bar for a few minutes.

The wooden surface blurs in front of her and she rests her hand on the Bar.

"I need a room - not - it just needs a bed and to be safe." She rubs her eyes. "The more secluded, the better. Bar, something - ," she swallows.

A key appears to room 513.

"Thank you," she whispers and pauses. "For everything."

Quickly, she reaches out to saidar and heads back to the infirmary. Five minutes later, she's going upstairs with a large tarp covered item following her, supported by flows of air. If it seems human shaped, it's not just one's imagination.

OOM Summary

[perfectblue.livejournal.com]

One: In which Illyria and Wesley discuss what should be done about a recent acquisition.
Two: In which said acquisition is made into a compass of sorts.
Three: In which Bad Things nearly happen, one Good Thing happens, and the scene ends on a note of What the Hell Just Happened?


[To be continued. Warnings for random stealth crack, Wesley being emo, Illyria being Illyria, Wesley very nearly being useful, blatant Princess Bride references, sketchy narration, magic, near-DOOM, cliffhanger endings, abuse of Millitime as this is meant to have happened several weeks ago, the mun rambling, and uh... stuff.]

(no subject)

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Letter to Aziraphael.]

OOM: The Aftermath

[chelleuncurled]

[OOM: The Aftermath. Michelle finds out that Tony's not coming back. She breaks. Warnings for Woe, suicidal thoughts, and silver text.]

(no subject)

[holy-oats.livejournal.com]

Just because you haven't seen Oats around doesn't mean that he hasn't been here.

For, you know. A given value of 'here.' One that includes the possibility of his having been holed up in his room with a large quantity of books.

However, even Oats needs to eat (much though the idea inspired mild panic for a week or two back there), and he is therefore creeping down the stairs, nose buried in something about dead languages from a universe he'd never previously heard of.

When he happens to glance up, something about the bar seems a little ... unusual.

Have they added a new broom closet?

He eyes the door as he passes by-- then jumps as it swings open.

"What the heck--"

... Revealing a wet, cold-looking clearing; a long-extinguished fire; and a rather irritated mule with a harmonium strapped to its back.

Oats stares.






Weakly, "Ah."

(no subject)

[unique-moments.livejournal.com]

Samantha waddles down the stairs, a stack of somethings in her hands. She sets them down on the bar and names one for each set of persons and pats Bar as they dissappear.

( Invitations for Tahiri Veila, Zekk, Jaina and Jag Fel, Trillian, Melaka Fray, Michelangelo, Shalla Nelprin, Fenchurch and Arthur Dent, Faith Lehane, Malcom Reynolds, Raphael, Ben Skywalker, Hobbie Klivian and Wes Janson )

That done, she waddles over to a booth, a cup of tea in her hand.


[ooc: if Samantha knows your pup well, and I'm retarded and forgot, ping me at wires going in, and I'll fix it up :D]

(no subject)

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

Someone's little old grandmother was in the bar once more, clucking and muttering softly to herself, or perhaps to the spring-green duck on her knee, while she went about unwinding yarn from skeins and wrapping it into balls, it was always easier to knit from something that rolled than something that flopped around like a dead fish.

Feel free to interrupt, she's probably got corncakes in her basket, and more than likely stories to tell.

(also, at work, replies may be patchy depending on how much there really is to do)

Exit

[golden-acorns.livejournal.com]

Though Ce'Nedra loves her time in Milliways, there always comes the time when she must leave and rule their kingdom. She packs their few belongings, scoops Geran into a sling on her hip, and Wolf into her other arm. She looks back over her shoulder with a longing sigh, and then steps through the front door.

(no subject)

[clockarmageddon.livejournal.com]

There's a Clock, as before, by the back door.

Not doing anything in particular.

Except ticking.

Tick. Tick. Tick.

Annoying, isn't it?


[ooc: Not a quake post. Threads in this post can be millitimed to any point between yesterday's quake and today's for interaction, study, or confusion.]

(no subject)

[cywyllog]

Cywyllog is only slightly surprised to be here today, as perhaps evidenced by the small smile when she walks in the door.

A cup of tea is obtained and the clock gets an odd look on her way by. It's nice, she supposes, and it certainly isn't her business how the bar is decorated.

Finally, she settles into a chair and gets on with the serious business of people watching.

(no subject)

[dear-of-heart.livejournal.com]

Cora’s on a sofa like usual.

Unlike usual, however, she has a Book. Well, just a normal book, but she’s treating it like it deserves the capital ‘b’.

It’s from the Milliways Library, and about printing presses—come interrupt at will.

[OOC: I’m disappearing to go to church after an hour or so, but after that I’ll be here from 6:30-11-ish PST. Feel free to tag & I’ll pick it up if am not here. Okay, at church. Beback! :D Aaaaaaand back!
P.S. Anything quoted from the book is from Wikipedia, because I do not have one on the topic. A book, that is]

(no subject)

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

The front door opens, and a family enters the bar.

A blue labrador retriever, extremely excited to be around all the familiar smells, darts in ahead of them, sniffing crotches and licking knees with wild abandon.

The small blonde girl runs after her, her Very Full Froggie Backpack jostling the demon bunny who is clearly inside.

The infant in the woman's arms shouts, and then hides from the noise of the busy bar. He got used to quiet.

And the man and woman, smiling and relaxed, take their usual table, their luggage levitating home on its own.

Well.

Here they are.

(no subject)

[fallen-april.livejournal.com]

April inna bar.

She's got a manuscript for Tilda to read, if the 6-year-old shows up.

She's also a little bored. Which is why she's making a gum-wrapper chain.

Bother at will.

(no subject)

[wilsons-musings.livejournal.com]

Well, he's back.

As in: there is a Wilson at the bar with a cup of coffee and a book entitled The Art of Alfred Hitchcock. This is an activity wholly interruptable.

Bartending

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

[ooc: as I have to be out and Garion's bartending is afternoon, I'm millitiming things; so this is happening afternoonish, but I'll be back to thread ASAP (couple of hours) as there's dinner to be had]BACK! FOR THREADING!

Garion walks down the steps slowly, his eyes looking around as he tries to figure out what it was.

He'd sent Ce'Nedra home. Something had changed here, something he didn't like, so he wasn't about to keep his wife and children someplace where things weren't in hand. That said, he had his responsibilities so while he'd be heading back home after this, he was still staying for bartending today.Drinks
Pineapple Punch
Emerald Eye
Eye of the Storm
He writes them up and settles down behind the bar, still sort of looking about as if he might discover what was making his hair stand on end.

(no subject)

[magius-unlocked.livejournal.com]

Magius sits near the back door and watches the clock, his face dark. But he isn't exactly doing nothing, his hands are weaving as he checks the place for damage and his mind is racing as he tries to figure out what is happening, exactly.

And so he sits, and weaves his magic, and waits, unhappy and not sure if there is anything he can do about it.

(no subject)

[kitchen_maid]

[OOM: Millitimed to about a week and a half ago. Honeymoon.]

(no subject)

[pirate_jack]

[OOM: In Port Royal, Will Turner accepts a certain assignment.

Elsewhere in the Caribbean, Jack Sparrow discovers that he's finally run out of time.

Another loss soon follows. It likely won't be the last.]



[Spoilers for Dead Man's Chest in the links above, savvy?]

(no subject)

[misterparker.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Parker gets in trouble. Mal gets him out of it. Warnings for language and violence.]

Parker feels ridiculous bringing a girl through the doorway of the bar, like some guy who's date had too much to drink at dinner. He helps her up to her room reaching into her pocket for the key, and then settles her on the bed.

"Sleep," he says, quietly.

Closing the door behind him, he shoves his hands into his pockets and heads down to the bar. Seeing an empty table close to the window, he takes it, orders a beer.

(no subject)

[not-one-drop.livejournal.com]

Mal's back down in the bar, curled up in an armchair and watching the bar with a definite 'the world is passing me by' sort of expression. 

If you should stop by to engage in conversation, let it be noted that there may be a certain non-coherency. It's been a long day.

(no subject)

[dragonofgrey.livejournal.com]

Has it been a while?

Maybe?

In any event. Draco was in the bar, lounging in a comfy chair. Not THE comfy chair, just A comfy chair.

He made the silverware dance before, now it was napkin birds fluttering over his head.

He might be a tad bored. Just a smidge. Even the novelty of a new weird clock by the back door wasn't enough for him to care about. Or so he thought.

Come make it better?

Or worse as the case may be, and your opinion of the git?

Armageddeon: Day Three

[clockarmageddon.livejournal.com]

And the Clock reaches three.

As before, it chimes softly, but it chimes everywhere.

Ting. Ting. Ting.

Then... there.

You feel that? That sort of rattle you get when a truck speeds by really close? Yeah, like that, only all through the place.

People in upstairs rooms are really going to notice, but unlike before, even downstairs, it's hard to miss. The whole world just seems to buzz, picking up the vibrations through the ground. Jarring, yes, but merely that.

And then... gone again.

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

(no subject)

[no-comb-shep.livejournal.com]

So far, Sheppard has only been shot at twice, ran into a tree branch once, and hasn't had to listen to too many meetings with more scientific jargon than he'd care to decipher. And Weir is still thankfully alive, despite the best attempts of more than a few homicidal nanites. By Pegasus galaxy standards, it's been an okay week.

Which is why Sheppard doesn't look too irked to find himself stepping into the bar, rather than his quarters. And so he heads over to the bar and sits down to peoplewatch, figuring he might as well take the opportunity to relax.

(no subject)

[ather-fledgling.livejournal.com]

Roman vampire lounging on the couch over there. In a similar outfit to last night, ripped up jeans, nicely fitted shirt, messy hair and bare feet.

He's just watching the bar, lazily.

Care to give him some company?

(no subject)

[blue_ajah]

Yesterday had been a very long and strenuous day.

Therefore, when the Aes Sedai comes into the bar this evening, there is something of lingering weariness in the depths of the dark eyes.

Despite that, she seems serenely composed, and soon settles at a table with tea.

(no subject)

[im-a-whatever.livejournal.com]

Gonzo's in an unusually subdued mood tonight. He's leaning over a booth seat staring out the observation window with a vaguely enthralled look on his face.

Someone might want to snap him out of it.

(no subject)

[kitchen_maid]

Amy came in this evening in trailing gown of gold-brown brocade, went straight to the House of Arch, and has reemerged in a much much simpler grey wool dress. She's relishing not having to dress up while she can.

She's settled in over by the fireplace, with tea, watching the comings and goings in the bar.

Company would be simply lovely.

(no subject)

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

Jack is writing down ideas on a paper. If you read over his shoulder, you'll see they're names of places.

Egypt, Krakow, Mongolia, Chiaing Mai, reads the list so far.

He's grinning far more widely than normal.

Multipup post

[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy is sitting in a booth by the infirmary, having gone through the last of the emergency bags to check them.

He's going through the lists of various inventories he's comprised, mainly just looking for anything odd. So far, it's looking pretty good.

He's botherable.

----------------------------------------------------

Shufti and Jack are sitting near the trilobite tank. The baby has just finished being fed, and is now making a nuisance of himself whilst his mum tries to eat. Mainly by grabbing her carrots and trying to put them up his nose.

(no subject)

[undignified]

That very odd new clock is intriguing, to be sure, but Wes only stared at it for a little while before noticing something much more interesting (for a given definition of interesting) on a certain sign-up sheet.

There's his name, yes, but he expected that from any one of the three he nominated.

Right now he's staring at Wedge's name.

In his own handwriting.




Wes suspects there was glitterstim involved.

(no subject)

[tibetanmethod]

[From here.]

The door opens a crack. And then it opens more than a crack.

Visible outside: a man, arms raised. He's on fire. So's the corridor he's standing in, and the room beyond.

Dale Cooper backs into Milliways, eyes wide. The man in the corridor -- Windom Earle -- takes a step forward. Another step. He's close to the threshold.

And that's when Cooper realizes -- he's in Milliways. He's not in One-Eyed Jack's.

He doesn't think. He reacts. He slams the door. The last thing he can see is the ceiling beginning to cave in; bits of flaming plaster make it through the door before he slams it.

For the space of about ten seconds he stands there, and doesn't move.

And then Cooper closes his eyes, and goes to stand to the right of the door, and tries to open it, just a little bit.





The knob won't turn.




Click.

"Diane."

"I think I'm in trouble."

Click.

(no subject)

[countofserenno.livejournal.com]

Dooku is eating dinner, thinking over a chat he'd had earlier with Bonzo concerning...well, who knows what, but it's on his mind. Do tag if you'd like more information, or just like to chat in general.

(no subject)

[gone_byebye]

Relatively early in the evening, Ray ducks into the Bar. It's been kind of a long day, really. There's still slime in his hair, for pete's sake.

"Third Rail and a grilled cheese sandwich, please," he says, and makes his way over to a seat with a view of the window. He'll check out that weird clock later. Right now he needs that beer.

(no subject)

[try_corsets]

[OOM: Upon receiving his assignment, Will Turner visits Port Royal's prison before beginning his search.

-- A search that leads him to an island with a reputation for delicious long pork.

Back in Port Royal, Elizabeth Swann becomes a fugitive in possession of some rather interesting papers.]

[Movie spoilers behind all links, savvy?]

(no subject)

[kayip.livejournal.com]

[Out of Milliways, after Operation Shu Guang:

Silence

A Very Long Walk

The Khunjerab Pass]

(no subject)

[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

Here's a face who hasn't been around as much of late.

Well, his world's been really hairy of late. Kidnappings, demons, doom. At least the first part's ok now.

The rest? Not so much.

So a slimed and weary Ghostbuster in uniform, namely Venkman, aka the Mouth was trudging into Milliways via the Front Door.

The weird clock got a weary eyeing before he flopped into a seat at a table and waved a waitrat over to order something.

"Just my usual, Rizzo."

(no subject)

[song_tra_bong]

Mary Anne is ignoring the clock. Really.

She's reading a book to prove it. Although given how long she's been staring at the same page, conversation might be a better form of distraction.

(no subject)

[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

Not nightmares, this time, but a failure altogether of sleep drives Wells to the Bar tonight. He'll talk to Annie about it at some point, but right now... no. Just no. The Bar's tea will have to do the trick.

He never thought he'd see the day when he'd actually wish a premature birth on his daughter, but he's not sure how much longer he can wait.

(no subject)

[river_meimei]

When River entered the bar some time ago, she headed straight for the back corridor and the infirmary, her face set in lines of worry.

Finally, she reemerges. The worry has faded into a sober and subdued air, and a tendency to study the floor and the middle distance without quite meeting anyone's eyes. "Tea," she says softly to the bar, and then softer, "please."

A steaming mug appears, and she smiles a little at the wooden surface, and retreats with her tea to a booth in sight of both the front door and the back corridor.