milliways_bar | Sep. 9th, 2006

Sep. 9th, 2006

giftedthom.livejournal.com

*Thom sits at the bar, legs pulled up on the stool, waiting for someone to buy him a drink.*

forbiddensailor.livejournal.com

There is a flash of light. Small, quick, probably no one noticed it.

"What...."

But, if you happened to have noticed, where the light flashed, there are now, for some reason, two little pale feet peeking out from two legs of a pair of light purple pajama pants.

"....Um...."

There are two little white hands splayed on the bar floor, currently drawing back under two light purple pajama sleeves.

"....When did... I..."

There is an eight... [or nine?] year old little girl sitting dumbfounded on the floor of the bar at the end of the universe. A second ago she sat on a bed in a house in Tokyo. And her dark hair sweeps away from her face, revealing an expression of confusion... fitting. Hotaru blinks, and, too surprised to move, just sits and says,

"How did I get put into Milliways....?"

[OOM: of possible interest, to singer/songwriters]

song_tra_bong

[oom: Militimed to just after the conquering Armageddeon heroes returned...

Mary Anne makes a decision.

Oh brave new world...]

aj_crawley

Thrillingly, Crowley is in the bar. Not unlike the last time he appeared, he's alternating his time between reading a small letter and watching it sit, folded and innocuous, on the wooden tabletop. It isn't the same letter, though, and tonight, the only alcohol in evidence is a single glass of wine (red, Australian; ordered largely to give the demon something else with which to occupy his hands). He swirls it gently by the stem, and watches the filtered light play pink through reddish over his fingers and the pale notepaper.

He looks... alright. A bit broody, perhaps, but that's as likely a wossname of the black clothes and sunglasses.

A side-effect.

iambetadraconis

[OOM: Rabastan spends yet another night in the cells. Accompanied by a quote from Pink Floyd.]

Current Mood: beastly
Current Music: "Call Me Mellow" - Tears for Fears

pretty_honoka

"This isn't my room," Honoka thinks aloud, having just walked in.

After a few seconds, recognition sets in. "This is Milliways."

It's been a while since the last time she was here. She remembers it being interesting, in a weird sort of way.

Honoka takes a seat at the bar and asks for a glass of orange juice, while looking around for any familiar faces. Unfamiliar faces are welcome as well.

Current Mood: cheerful

whitest_witch

Mun? Bored.

Jadis? Also bored.

Result? Minimalist post.

mop-jockey.livejournal.com

Lenny's been downstairs for a good long while now, having realized that yes, in fact, this is that crazy bar he spent some time in less than five years ago (his time).

He's got a key for his old room, a nice meal, and some paper and a pen.

And eventually, after some deep, concentrated thinking, Lenny writes ( two notes. One Addressed to Cassie, the other to Sikozu. )

Lenny gets up and leaves both letters with the bar and eases back into his meal.

Miller Draft, Steak and a huge plate o' Home Fries. Can't go wrong. And somebody to talk to might just add a little something to the experience.

precocioustilda.livejournal.com

So... it would appear there is a Matilda in the bar.

She has a very small Belgian waffle covered in whipped cream and various things that ought to be on cake, like sprinkles and chocolate flakes.

Come and ask her where she's been, or what on earth that decadent monstrosity is and how she got Bar to give her one. Either way works, really.

stuck-mynock.livejournal.com

[[OOM: "Yes, yes. I am ... a pirate! Here to pillage your cities and your homes. Yaharr!"]]

Atton enters the bar, looking thoroughly self-satisfied, sitting down in the nearest booth and getting a drink from a waitrat, something that's green and on fire.

It isn't long until he starts fiddling with his lightsaber again, and occasionally juggling, badly.

Botherable.

shufti

Having retrieved Jack from Amanda, Shufti and her son are out back again today. She is training, preparing for a trip home in the somewhat nearer future. He is sitting on the grass quite happily nearby, playing with a worm he just found.

iambetadraconis

[OOM: The patient has been moved back to the infirmary, and has to suffer the presence of strangers when he'd prefer to be alone.]

Current Mood: bitchy

tragic_mask

And suddenly Melpomene is here, dragged back to the bar at the end of the universe by some unidentifiable and magical force, with green sparkles and mysterious clouds of smoke clearing as she enters.

Hey, don't question it-- the mun has a 102 degree fever. Besides, things like this happen all the time. Really.

So anyway, Melpomene inna bar, drinking and brooding in the corner like she never wasn't there.

always-a-liar.livejournal.com

Out of Milliways:

Incendium

(Which is Latin for into the fire...)

[OOC: Warning for people-furniture, nudity, mild sexual content, or simply Graendal for those who have been following.]

withamagicword

[OOM: Billy and Cassie's Week or so Full of Adventures Part Two: After their not-so-good nights apart, Billy wakes up and finds Cassie, which leads to talk, and happiness, and talk, and other important things. Later that evening, they test out a temporary wireless link between their two rooms, then reconvene in his room, and not!watch a movie, and talk a little, before falling asleep in each others' arms.

The next day, Sam Carter arrives in the Bar, and not finding Cassie in their rooms, goes to Billy's to look for her. Things don't go the best Billy and Cassie have a good morning, anyway , then Cassie heads downstairs to talk to Sam. Cassie gets an idea, and she IMs Billy to plan a trip. To Be Continued...]

guppy_sandhu

Guppy is sitting at the bar, thinking. Becoming a little frustrated at being Bound, again.

He's had a couple of drinks, on an empty stomach to allow him to enjoy at least a slight level of drunkness. Bar's still keeping him to his self-imposed two unit limit. He doesn't really mind - the occasional floating thought of wondering what it is like to be an elephant in labour, amongst other things, is a reasonable distraction.

Having said that, he'd rather like some company.

the_antiangst

Angel inna bar, with notebook. And pizza; no sense in writing through dinner, after all.
There's enough pizza for someone else to have a slice (or just boggle at the pineapple).

not-a-wizard.livejournal.com

Telemain is in the bar, again, no more by choice than ever. This time, smelling strongly of lemon and grass and with bright red stained fingers.

It could be blood.

Or, you know, beets.

One or the other.

the_seafarer

The day is very fine. Something--or Someone--has kept the weather calm and clear, and the blue sky arches over the small congregation by the lakeshore like a cathedral ceiling. Caspian and Lucy had decided, when he asked for her hand, that they would marry outside, by the lake and the forest and with only the blue and gold and green of the air and the water and the trees about them.

There are simple white chairs for the wedding guests, adorned with blue ribbons and tiny pink wild roses, but little else is arranged out on the grass, and the only movement comes from the arriving guests. It seems the bride and groom prefer it that way.

And the odd thing is--it's September.

And yet the air smells sweetly of lilies.

[Millitimed to approximately 3pm this afternoon. There are two subthreads: for the arrival of guests and the ceremony itself. Slowtime is a certainty, all weekend long. Have fun!]

leplusbeau

[OOM: Long, long ago in a galaxy far, far away... There was a whore with a heart of gold, and a man of many freckles...]

asar-suti.livejournal.com

The big black ship was still there, Asar-Suti noticed when he came outside. It wasn't just armageddon damage, as he'd speculated when talking to Jadis earlier today.

There was a rat by the back door to the kitchen. "Thady - or are you Phelim? - do you know where Gil is?"

Perhaps the faun had heard something.

no-comb-shep.livejournal.com

"...Huh."

From the looks of things, Sheppard was expecting to go golfing-or at least knock a few into the ocean. Also from the look of things, he wasn't expecting to find Milliways instead. After a moment, he shrugs to himself and wanders into the bar, dragging his bag of clubs along with him. After all, he hasn't tried golfing out near the lake yet, and it might be nice to actually be able to retrieve what he hits for once.

Sheppard sits down at a booth, ordering a beer from a waitrat a moment later and making himself comfortable.

underwater-owl.livejournal.com

Sometime, in a Millitime after the stripping, an Amberite is in a booth in the bar.

The older Amberite. Of the blond pair of them, at least.

(But not the oldest.)

mortisbelle.livejournal.com

Medieval Lady.

Booth.

People-watching.

Original minimalist mun.

called_lioness

It was probably lovely, the ceremony.

Lucy, at least, hasn't a clue what happened during in it, but it was probably lovely, and as she and Caspian head to the reception, they're both smiling widely.

It must have been lovely, really, to make the smiles quite so large.

[ooc: There are two subthreads, one for food/talking with the bride and groom/etc, and one for dancing. Please tag as you will, as slowtime is love, and this is going at least through the rest of the weekend.]

http://users.livejournal.com/_righthandman_/

Yup, it's a Chase. He's drinking a beer and reading over one of his daughter's poems. He's quite inordinately proud of her. Come bother him, and he'll probably brag.

arjiki-diamonds.livejournal.com

Fiyero is outside in the lake.

Yes, it is very, very cold.

Freezing, practically. He doesn't have a towel, either. But damn, did he need a cold something after Jack's stripping.

This was getting bad.

lady_moon

There are two women in the bar. On a sofa near the fireplace.

Mary Anne is currently serving as Moon's pillow. The tarot card has her dark head in the woman's lap, her eyes closed as Mary Anne strokes her hair. Moon is moderately amused that Mary Anne is still trying to master Latin.

Won't happen in this century, but they both agree that perhaps next century will be better.

Mons and Mare are sprawled out at Mary Anne's feet, asleep but still alert in their own way. The wolves guard their charges, even while dreaming.

Feel free to poke at one or both.

[OOC: Multimun post here. Just let us know which your tagging!]