milliways_bar | Aug. 30th, 2006

Aug. 30th, 2006

Ramon enters the bar, looking relaxed. Having been out of the bar for a week or two, he knows nothing about earthquakes or clocks or the possible end of Milliways. Hence his confused expression when he sees the state of the place and whats going on with the dirty great clock that he hasn't laid eyes on before.

The thing gets a Look. And then he heads to the bar. Clearly, this calls for tequila.

fighting_mad

[OOM: On Eiattu, maybe there's a fresh start. At least, until Plourr receives a call and, several days later, makes a decision, and flies.]

and-far-away.livejournal.com

After they come back through Urza's portal, Sharpe comes in from outside at a run. Danny Fenton is limp and bloody in his arms, badly beaten, cut, bitten and unconscious.

"I need a healer!"

dark-ex-watcher.livejournal.com

Wesley sits, gazing at the remnants of the Clock from the same table where he and Malcolm Crowe had been sitting earlier. They had both half-expected to meet their ends tonight, but the universe had had other ideas.

Malcolm had gone off to help the injured warriors returning from battle. But Wesley is still here, nursing a scotch and taking some satisfaction that a Key had been part of defeating the Clock, as he had suspected.

rigthegames.livejournal.com

Sands was on the floor on one side of a portal, and now he’s on the floor on the other, hands still poised to tug hopelessly at his now-free leg. Slowly he blinks around at the familiar grounds, and then at his leg, and then back at the grounds again.

“Ah. Milliways.”

And he sags down onto the grass.

[ooc: C'est plotlocked, merci!]

highking.livejournal.com

[OOMs: First, Peter and Lucy have a...something. Millitimed to a week ago.

Then, tonight, Peter speaks with someone else.]

not-broomboy.livejournal.com

[Father-Son chats are never really easy, but they're even more difficult when the son is Liir Thropp and the father was dead before the boy was even born. That said, no one dies.]

gotham-knocking.livejournal.com

OOM: In Gotham, Knox ponders things.

mollyprewett.livejournal.com

[[OOM: Molly and Cain are glad to be together again after the battle that took him away from her.]]

Millitimed to yesterday, after the thieves and warriors return from battle. Some sexual content toward end of thread – you have been warned.

md_donighal

The last time Michael Daemon Donighal slept the sleep of the just was a night in 1913. (The next day, in church, he failed to confession his first burgeoning temptations to the vile sin of sodomy. (As he saw it at the time, they weren't temptations, since he was pretty sure the man with whom he was wanting to commit that sin wasn't interested in doing so.)) Let us say, then, that he has just slept the sleep of somebody who's burned himself out fighting the things H.R. Giger and Frank Frazetta would collaborate to design if they ever went on a three-day bender together. And when I say he's "burned himself out", I'm not just being metaphorical here, but we'll get to that once he starts talking to people.

He comes downstairs, looking a little weak in the knees, wearing gray sweatpants and an "I'm Mal-icious" T-shirt, and notices the lack of clock. He also notices the ongoing lack of door for him.

"Bar, love?" he says once he reaches her. "I'll have two eggs scrambled, three rashers of bacon, two slices of Texas toast with butter, a small glass of orange juice, and a cup of the blackest, sweetest coffee you can provide, please. — Oh, and one commercial-strength naproxen sodium pill."

The meal appears soon enough, along with knife and fork. He tucks in, taking the naproxen (one of 2006's strongest OTC analgesics) with a sip of the coffee once he's got enough food down his neck for it to have a cushion to land on.

If he knows you, he'll go looking for you. If he doesn't and you'd like to change that, feel free to come looking for him.

Current Mood: awake
Current Music: Culture Club, "I'll Tumble 4 Ya"

gotham-knocking.livejournal.com

The door opens, and in walks a slightly drunken Knox, straight from Murray's Bar in downtown Gotham. "Well, whadayaknow? It's still here?" His face lights up in a huge smile, and he looks around to see that where there once stood a clock, is now a pile of wreckage.

"See," he says to no one in particular, "all you needed was a sledgehammer." Or at least that's how things look to him.

He goes to the Bar and orders a club soda (he's had enough for one night).

[ooc: slowtime likely due to work and Wednesday comic books]

milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com

Wells' absence hasn't had much to do with the Clock, as he hasn't really understood it and generally avoided it. The other night Annie told him about its potential destruction of the Bar, so he opted to stay in London a while more and make the best of it. At least the smells are starting to subside somewhat as the weather cools.

He's lasted about as long as he ever can, though. If he's lucky the Bar will still be-

Ah. Yes. It is.

Good, that means he can get a quiet cuppa and then head out back where it's sane.

bohemian-mark.livejournal.com

Mark walks in the bar, looking more than a little strained. He walks over to Bar herself and recieves a manuscript and letter, which he eyes a bit askance. "Alright, I guess. Bar, can I have a tea and a sandwich?" A pitcher of iced tea and a Reuben sandwich appear on the bar. Mark stares at the sandwitch then swears under his breath. It doesn't change. "Fine, Bar, fine. You're not cute, you know." He plunks on a bar stool for once, and pokes at the sandwitch, pulling out a book and reading idly. At least it's not filming.

farmboyrebel.livejournal.com

Now here's someone come out of the woodwork. He's been around, but keeping himself to himself. However, for once, Biggs is sitting bold as brass in the middle of the bar, feet up on the table, and enjoying some of the money he won off of Mark in the Sabacc game the other night. Come talk to him. You'll probably get some of the Whyren's on the table.

pirate_jack

It's been a few days. Jack's spent most of the time up until now sorting through the debris-- sometimes with help-- and salvaging what there was to salvage.

There's both more and less damage than he'd expected.

At the moment, though, there's enough food in stores for a month or more, especially now that he's the only one in need of it. Thanks to Alanna's gift, a much more horrible lack's been remedied, as well-- and if he needs anything more, the raft now moored to the sea-ladder below will make it easier for him to reach shore.

He's not set foot on land yet, not since his arrival, and doesn't look too inclined to try it any time soon. At the moment, chart after chart's been laid out on the quarterdeck to finish drying, weighted down with scraps of wood and pieces of rope, and Jack's taking advantage of the warm afternoon to go over every bit of paper that's left.

Given the partial cloud cover, he's dragged a lantern up from the cabin to the deck, and is using its steady white light to scrutinize what looks to be a document of some sort.

oldromansaint.livejournal.com

Santino walked into the bar, completely unnaware of the chaos. And with a perfect look of 'holy crap', he quickly became aware of the chaos. Or what was left of it, at least.

Roll call! Bar, check. Furniture, check. Patrons, check. Clock.... Absent.

Good!

Santino sat himself down at an open table, with a mildly curious look to the bar in general. He would hardly complain if there was company.

politestpirate.livejournal.com

[OOM: Out on the Pearl]

Wellard meets up with Jack Sparrow out on the lake, and a few things are carefully discussed.

henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com

[OOM. Having acquired the necessary ~~plot device~~ magical amulet to get back from his world, Veronica drops round to show it to Indy. In return she gets a sandwich and the low-down on the adventure he promised her. Plot (and crack) ahoy! Millitimed to Wednesday afternoon.]

misterparker.livejournal.com

Parker. Booth.

Looks like he wouldn't mind company.

gonna_live

[Out of Milliways: Leftover mail isn't always a good thing.]

watching_you

[OOM: Just before Armegedd(e)on last night, Veronica went home, and worried. And then she made her way back.]

Veronica's beaming as she comes in - practically skipping as she makes her way across the room, reaching out to touch chairs, tables, benches as she passes, just to check it's all still real and solid. When she reaches Bar, she gives her a hug.

"'M glad you're okay."

In response she's given a package, which she stares at for a moment before realizing that it's from Arithon. She picks it up and gives bar a 'thank you' pat. "This would've been really useful yesterday. But hell. I'm not complaining."

Turning away, she makes her way towards the stairs. The next step's done. Time to go find Indy.

always-a-liar.livejournal.com

Out of Milliways:

Concidet

(Which is Latin for 'Rule Discordia', because sometimes even the best laid plans...)

[OOC: Warning for violence and gore. Simply follow the links to the next section. Previous Traps segments: Inludet, Exeunt, Inaestuat, Excutiant, Distorquet, Intercidet, Impendet.]

backwardname.livejournal.com

A man and a dog walk into a bar.

Specifically, Campbell Alexander and Judge walk into Milliways Bar, where they have not been in some time, looking surprised. They'd meant to go to Rosie's, and Milliways just sort of popped up. While Rosie's occasionally has better strudel -- but just occasionally, mind you, because Rosie's is all about the strudel -- Milliways has Anna. And he'd missed Anna.

Campbell, of course, has no idea that the bar just went through some serious seismic issues. This is possibly the reason he never came in -- the benevolent Landlord keeping the man who could easily be put into a coma by things like that safely outside.

Sighing, he and Judge go to their regular table near Bar, and Campbell throws a heavy bound document on the table.

Already sick of this case.

iambetadraconis

[OOM: After a tour of the family home, Rabastan and Strahan settle in for the night, and Rabastan is, it seems, being spied upon...]

Current Mood: asleep
Current Music: Roxy Music/Bryan Ferry Platinum Collection

the-silver-lady.livejournal.com

Appearances to the contrary, Celebrían has been present around the bar.

And she is quite glad that the earthquakes have ceased.

As such, she is sitting near an observation window, watching the stars spiral and singing softly.

lvpd_sidle

"It's too soon--"

"How long did it take you to decide to retire?"

"Sara--"

"I know, I know. It was just a thought."

Neither Sara nor Grissom would probably mind an interruption. Probably.

beyond-therest.livejournal.com

A booth, a smoke, coconut pie, and black cherry soda with smirnoff. Various noticeable and perhaps a few unnoticeable paintings spread across the table. The in depth analysis papers are due in two days, but I'm not really thinking about that now. Just staring into each picture. Dazed.

stuck-mynock.livejournal.com

There's an Atton in the bar, at a booth, nursing a glass of something foul-smelling and bright blue, a cigarra on the table, not yet lit. He looks in a bit of bad mood, more so than usual. What with the earthquakes of doom, and other such things, it's been a bad few days.

He won't bite if bothered, though.

angela-edmunds.livejournal.com

[OOM: upstairs, Angela prepares to go home.]

She found her parents last night, and she's told them. And so...

Angela is sitting in a booth, her bags beside her. Her hair is teased up just a bit, and her makeup is a bit darker. Her clothing isn't pretty.

She's just eating dinner very quietly, and looking around for people she knows to say good-bye to.

prone-to-panic.livejournal.com

There's an Archie in the bar! Actually, he's been around for some time, just mostly out back visiting with Jack. Anyway, he's not on duty tonight, so he's sitting in one of the big chairs over by the fierplace, his feet up, drink at hand, reading something. Chances are it's something he's already read though, feel free to poke him.

not-one-drop.livejournal.com

[OOM: Millitimed to last night, Mal and Sands take a step in the right direction. Yes, finally.]

osuwarigirl.livejournal.com

The door to the bar opens, and in quickly runs in one teenage miko, one extremely large yellow backpack in tow. Kagome stops a few steps in, as the door slowly closes behind her, and blinks blankly. With a glance back to the door, she shrugs, then turns to head to the bar for a seat.

One not!Kikyo inna bar. Feel free to tag. ^^

gramarye1971

Merriman has settled into one of the plush chairs near the fireplace, with a snifter of brandy on the low table nearby and a crossword puzzle on the verge of being completed.

It's taking him longer than usual to finish the puzzle this evening. And that is likely due to the fact there's something else on his mind that has very little to do with the answer to Express one's disapproval over early edition of Guardian (8).

wheelsy_sheriff

Its been awhile since Bill's been in the Bar but here he comes through the front door. He pauses a moment, taking a look around, and 'huh's' to himself then goes and finds a seat at a booth.

He'd been heading for his kitchen but here they should have something much better then that Hungry Man he'd been planning on eating back home so he ain't complaining. Come an talk to him, it's been awhile and he still hasn't had a chance to meet too many folks here yet.

and-far-away.livejournal.com

Sharpe's been up all night, watching over Danny. But the boy's sleeping, now, and he finds himself in need of fresh air.

So he emerges from the infirmary, wearily, and heads for the lake door. Catch him on the way or after he gets out there.

wellthrownstone.livejournal.com

...the door creeps open.

There are no footsteps. Instead, there is the soft padding of paws as a large white wolf peers about the bar curiously. A moments sniff and a quick glance tell him everything he has to know, so it's no surprise that he nudges the door shut behind him and heads for the bar.

The wolf's been doing paperwork and needs a drink.

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

[ooc: Crowley's a Dapper Dan Man.]

simon_doctor

It wasn't until Kaylee fell asleep, about half an hour ago, that Simon recognized the source of his headache as low blood sugar.

Accordingly, he's here in the bar, seated at a corner booth with a proper dinner.

He doesn't seem to have much of an appetite. It's purely psychosomatic, though, and he's firmly talking himself over it.

The chicken cutlet and wild rice on his plate are cooling slowly.

gone_byebye

The door opens and Ray very carefully edges into the Bar. Oh, God, noise and light and smell and more noise and-

-well, okay, it's better than home; Peter's watching wrestling.

But STILL.

"Bar," he says as quietly as he can, "I know you aren't going to give me any more COX-2 inhibitors, but is there any chance you can give me something that'll at least take the edge off?"

He gets a pair of polarized eyeshields, extra dark.

"Ha ha, very funny." But he puts them on anyway. Shortly thereafter a pair of foam earplugs materialize, and he accepts these as well.

"Thank you, Bar. I appreciate it. Would beer be anywhere on the agenda tonight?"

This time it is.

"Even better. Thank you kindly, Bar." He rests his Visa card against the Bar for a moment, and once his tab vanishes, starts picking his way across the room to the nearest reasonably cushy-looking seating.

mandercommander.livejournal.com

Bonzo emerges into the Bar...his absence here has been, perhaps, the better part of the morning. Back home, it was a week.

He nearly flunked an exam he'd forgotten about while here, and he's rapidly being accepted as the biggest Star Wars fan on campus for obvious reasons.

He's also getting teased about it, and that's not making him happy. Needless to say, he doesn't look terribly pleased, but when he comes into the Bar, he just takes a deep breath. Thank the Force.

asar-suti.livejournal.com

Owls - Gil's world used owls for messages. And as he had to send a message to Gil's world to tell Strahan and Rabastan the bar was safe to come back to, Asar-Suti needed an owl.

Obvious way to get an owl would be to catch one, would it?

( Cut for complicated owl-shaped mayhem )
Asar-Suti opened the bar door, made sure he had the right world, and threw the owl out there.

"Shooooo!" he said, closed the door quickly, then went to the staff wing to find Gil.

angela-edmunds.livejournal.com

Angela has said her goodbyes.

There is a note at the Bar, basically telling whoever she's missed that she'll miss them, and that she loves them, and she hopes she'll be back soon.

And now, a tall girl in dark clothes, teased hair, big jacket that belonged to her Daddy during one of the longest days of his life, combat boots, shoulders her school bag and the small duffel bag and heads over to the door.

She looks back, once, smiles and puts her hand gently on the doorknob, letting out her breath when it turns easily in her hand.

One more breath.

And then she goes home.