milliways_bar | Sep. 14th, 2006

Sep. 14th, 2006

prone-to-panic.livejournal.com

Yes, the Mun knows it's midnight PST, she doesn't care. And so, there is an Archie standing out by the lake, on a rough stone over cropping. Every so often he tosses a fist-sized stone into the lake as far as he can. A few moments later, it is flung back at him, he rummages around to find it again, and the process resumes.

Yes, Archie's playing fetch with the squid. Come talk to him, just mind the flying stones.

last_adam

[OOM: Boys will be boys. Or perhaps, Pirates will be Pirates. After Alanna throws herself in the cells, Adam seeks out Jack Sparrow, to see if he can't figure out what's going on. Some things are said, other things are not, and a sort of agreement is reached where they don't quite totally hate each other.

Baby steps.]

henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com

[OOM: The Golden Goddesses, Part 3. Now with a good lead on the idol's location, Indy and Veronica go ninjing and raiding. As it turns out, the mission involves a lot more action and adventure than either of them expect.]

homeless-pard.livejournal.com

There was a Lady by the water.

Not that anyone would be able to tell, since she was currently rather furry. She had a spare moment from the Stillroom, and felt the need to stretch her legs...the demon bunnies were safe though, she was far from hungry.

So, there was a spotted leopard stretched calmly by the water, front paw playing gently in the wavelets.

gone_byebye

Remember the bit yesterday where Ray came into the Bar looking like he hadn't slept in a week?

This time he's earned that look.

"Bar," he says very carefully, "ibuprofen and a great deal of water would be good. And instructions on how to train Lenny the PKE imp to jump out of his box and smack me upside the head with a stick if I go celebrating with Garion ever again, okay?"

There is a definite impression that the Bar is trying not to laugh as the requested items appear.

"Thank you," says Ray, and goes looking for a table at which to read his shiny new copy of All Thynges Ye Had Wanted to Know Regarding Thee Trayninge of Ympes (But Wert Afraid To Aske).

not-one-drop.livejournal.com

Mal's down in the bar with her sketchbook out, and is humming under her breath as she flips through the pages. A half-empty cup of coffee sits at her elbow, along with a plate containing a half-eaten bun. Every now and then she'll munch on it without taking her eyes off the paper.

Perhaps someone might like to distract the vampire? She totally won't bite.

amanda-darieux.livejournal.com

Amanda is sitting in a booth for once watching the bar looking for new friends to meet and perhaps sopme old ones whom she hasn't seen in a while.

Poke at will she seems to be in good enough spirits but she needs distractions from the boredom.

not-one-drop.livejournal.com

[OOC: Doing schoolwork, so possibly slow tags.]

Mal's curled up in a booth, munching crackers and people-watching.

~~All your minimalism are belong to us.~~

Perhaps you should tell her that staring is considered rude in some circles?

the_lioness

[OOM: While Adam is getting the story from Jack, Norrington visits Alanna in the cells. He does not convince her to leave, but they both agree that Elizabeth had it coming.

Later, Adam gets to deal with her stubbornness and meets with more success.]

stubborn-annie.livejournal.com

[OOM: Long Shadows. After quite a lot of fruitless searching, an ID is made in London.]

Annie strides into the Bar, a number of brochures and business cards in hand. Most of them are from luthiers and other similar businesses located in the city of London. A few are for recording studios. She pauses at the Bar to pick up a bit in the way of breakfast, but doesn't seem to be paying that much attention to her food this morning. The people hereabouts are more her topic of concentration today.

trurabblerouser.livejournal.com

Creedy is out back, enjoying the cool fall breeze, the soon-to-be-gone green of the grass and the waving of the trees. A black cat has curled up near his feet, though there's no telling whose she is as her master isn't about and doesn't seem to be outside. He doesn't mind much, though. The cat gets scritched every so often in between bites of breakfast and he'll be happy for an interruption.

Cooper is inside at the bar having a drink. Of tea. And a good cold breakfast. He's not really the talkative type, but you're welcome to try.

Matt is in one of the booths, still working on a letter. He can't seem to get the wording quite right, or fit his meaning to a single page and it's driving him a little up the wall. For a man who used words so powerfully, he's beginning to wonder if this IS hell if only for the writer's block.

~~[ooc: mun has to attend meeting; back in an hour or so]~~ BACK!

bloody-awful.livejournal.com

John's in the Bar with a pint and a cigarette, and three bent playing cards. He's passing them back and forth, back and forth, practicing a 3-card Monte shuffle.

Come and chat. Because we all know you're too clever to gamble. ;)

fallen-april.livejournal.com

April inna bar.

Her laptop's open on the table in front of her, shoved back out of the way. A blank notebook is open in front of that, and she's tapping her pen on it in an irratated manner.

She's been trying to write since 10:00 last night, and nothing has come out. Damn writer's block.

namo

There is a Vala in the bar.

And he isn't alone.

Sitting at a table, he had Gabriel in his highchair, occupied with crayons and paper. On the other side of him is a fussy Kelly, coming closer and closer to her first birthday, and he is trying to entice her to eat the crunchy little O's Bar had given them. Gabriel would stop his colouring (the child now well over the average size of a one-year-old) and chirp at her in their special language, and Kelly would oblige her Mo and eat the O.

It was an exercise in patience, and Námo has plenty of it.

mnt_mike

[Because the best things come in threes:
See if you can spot the theme.

Andrew- Mike
All the oddly named drinks, popculture references, and friendship you'd expect from these two

Mike-Don
Donatello makes an appearance in 134 in true turtle fashion: he comes in through the shower. Talk of rescues and much brotherly love follows. NOT LIKE THAT YOU PERVS!

Mike-Mel
The happy couple deal with recent events, and impending DOOM]

dragon_twin

[OOM: Still in Galwyddel, Melou finds he has a fan.]

shufti

Shufti and Jack are sitting near the fire, having lunch. Well Jack is having lunch, his mother has given up for now.

Today's menu includes mushy chicken and some sort of yoghurt fruit for pudding.

blackbanthaboy.livejournal.com

Rogue Squadron has just arrived on the base. Face is hopping with desperate energy - he knows their Inyri won't know him from a bar of synthsoap, he knows it'll be hell to sit through a briefing across the room from her - but he'll see her. He'll see her.

Dia's been sulking all morning, but he hasn't got enough room in his head to think of her. Not when Inyri Forge is on the same station, only a few walls away - and particularly not now, when he's about to walk into the briefing room. She's tucked one smooth green hand under his arm and she's asking "Face, listen, I think we need to talk. Later, will you -"

Her voice cuts off. Her hand vanishes. Face glances down, and then up, and his whole (unscarred, unblemished, rather handsome these days) face absolutely lights up.

"MILLIWAYS!"

One heartbeat later, and he adds "Inyri?"

[eta: :(!!! I'm being kicked off the computer so my wee sister can do her assignments. Oh god I want my own internets back. Holiday with parents: OVERRATED. okay. anyway. feel free to tag for slowtime (I'M LOOKING AT YOU KYLE) and I'll pick up when/if. :(. ♥.]

precocioustilda.livejournal.com

Matilda is by the fire in a comfy armchair, reading and sipping hot chocolate. The book is impressively large to the point of appearing to weigh more than she does. The hot chocolate is as usual excellent. Do come ask her about one or the other. She's feeling friendly.

angela-edmunds.livejournal.com

Angela is very relieved that she still has that door in the closet after having come in so unexpectedly yesterday.

Right now, she's lying on the sofa, reading a magazine.

Her picture might be on the cover of it.

She'll be happy to see any old friends. Or make new ones!

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

Fall is coming!

And Jack's in the bar, a glass of water wrapped in his hands and thinking carefully. Concentration is making a faint line between his eyes.

dragonofgrey.livejournal.com

Draco had been working in the House of Arch, as was typical on Thursdays.

Afterwards, he did some flying around out back. Now?

This fall, you will see many things. Including...

Git. In a tree.

See 'im while you can.

call-me-shane.livejournal.com

By it's very nature, taking care of horses is a highly labor-intensive job. Not only do stalls and tack need constant cleaning and repair, but feed bins need cleaning out and filling, salt licks need replacing, the exercise pens need levelling out, and there's always a million small tasks to see to.

Like washing off your horse when he finds a prime bit of mud to roll in.

The proud dun gelding stands, completely unashamed of his filthy state, cross-tied outside the stables as Shane sluices him down with water from the hose. Ah, the marvels of modern technology - back home, he'd be doing this with a bucket.

gris_bug_man

Father and daughter are in the bar this evening.

They're playing the funny-faces game.

Georgia is winning.

seeing-spirits.livejournal.com

Pre-Milliways: Exposed

The door bursts open and a newcomer walks in. He's sporting a brushcut and a trenchcoat, and he looks, well...ticked off.

A newspaper falls from his hand as he looks up and registers the change in surroundings.

"What the fuck is going on?"

Current Mood: aggravated

ather-fledgling.livejournal.com

Anyone watching the door would notice a stunning Roman looking man appear there. Not walk through the door into bar, just appear. He's been out of the bar for a bit, though except for the slight edge to his eyes and the stiffness to the way he holds himself he doesn't look any different.

His black silk shirt clings wetly to the right side of his body, and as he moves towards the bar it's apparent why. There's a sliver knife embedded in his back just under the shoulder-blade. One of the spots that a person can't reach one their own. His movements are stiff and slow, very much the sore human.

He sits himself at the bar, and giving the top a small stroke with his left hand, asks for vodka and received the vodka as well as a glass of blood. He gives a faint smirk and downs the blood before starting on the vodka. Give him a minute and he may notice anyone else in the bar.

[Plot locked for the moment. Say sorry.]

guppy_sandhu

Guppy is sitting near the fire, with a ball of wool and some knitting needles.

He's seen knitting before, his mother and grandmothers do rather a lot of it. But he's never actually attempted it himself. However, desperate (and Bound) times call for desperate measures when there is a birthday on the way.

Said knitting needles are going to be hastily shoved out of sight if a certain CSI should come along.

goodbyesandusky.livejournal.com

Clive was back, presumably he'd gone home since being in the night before, but sometimes it was difficult to tell with that boy.

At the moment he was at one of the smaller tables with a workbook, sketching out a new design and just grinning. For the moment he could forget that he'd been dumped.

(if you haven't yet, read the summary of his year in his journal. He's dun growed up while he was gone.)

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

Girl-goddess in the bar, wearing a wooly bobble-topped cap and a fluffy scarf, sitting in front of the fire slurping cocoa. At least, it was presumably cocoa, but it was green. Bright, lime, green.

Someone had been outside. Generally she was grandmotherly as the weather got colder, but she'd felt like playing outside for a while. So that's what she'd done.

Duck and basket were nowhere to be found, but that doesn't mean they're not nearby. Go on and talk to her, you know you want to.

kayip.livejournal.com

Behrooz is sitting out by the lake, reading a book.

Yes, it's dark out, but he can still pretty much make it out. And he'd glanced at the random ship in the lake enough that it's not really distracting anymore.

henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com

[OOM. Last Thursday night, Lilly catches up with Indy after his return from the idol recovery adventure. All night long...?]

gonna_live

Day's been long, but good, once she got past the morning. It was hard to get up and get going. It happens.

Now Kaylee is curled up in an armchair with a cup of tea. The day's over, and she's a little tired, but -- it's nothing out of the ordinary.

There's a good tired, and there's a bad tired, and having experienced them both recently, she knows the difference.

howling_laugh

The door to Milliways slams open hard enough to smack into a table that got pushed a little too close. A woman dressed in black leather comes flying through and crashes into a chair.

Coyote is laughing crazily, and she waves her middle finger at whoever's on the other side of the door before kicking it shut with one booted foot.

She staggers to her feet and heads for the bar, already lighting up a cigarette and still snickering to herself.

watching_you

Veronica and Indy got back earlier this evening, fading back in near the door. Magic amulets are so convenient, aren't they?

Indy, with the idol in tow, had immediately made his way upstairs to check on things (and probably to show off, too); Veronica meanwhile had opted to stay downstairs, sidling up the bar for a drink and an opportunity to remove all of those damn time period-appropriate hairpins. Why were buns ever in style?

So: twenty-first century Girl Detective at the bar in a utilitarian 1930's-style skirt and jacket, sipping a gin and tonic for the look of things.

spooky-shrink.livejournal.com

[ooc: In honor of dwarf planet Xena being named Eris...]

Malcolm is sitting by the fireplace, a glass of Glenmorangie within reach. And he's going to be on a second one pretty soon because when he asked Bar for something "different" to read, he got a copy of Principia Discordia, from some strange little publisher called "Steve Jackson Games."

Even after over a year in Milliways, this book is seriously weirding Malcolm out.

A distraction would definitely be welcome.

e_delmar

[OOM: Ennis and River talk. Sort of. And an invitation is extended.]

unique-clayr.livejournal.com

Lirael had been told some things about the Bar, of course she had. Yet, still unwilling to trust a clearly magical object not swimming with Charter marks, she had taken to ending her day by sleeping on one of the sofas with a ragged throw.

The rest of her time, she spent exploring. It took her mind away - if only for a short time - from the fact that she was stuck in a strange place (not even a full-fledged Clayr, mind) with nothing to do but wait. Right now she was going about the business of discovering exactly what gave the room light. Balanced precariously on the edge of the couch, she peered at the light bulb. Her hand flitted mere inches from it's surface and she still couldn't figure out what made it work.

tibetanmethod

Milliways Bar is not a monastery.

But Cooper has spent time in monasteries, and he finds being Bound easier when he thinks of this as an opportunity to contemplate. There's a karesansui, down one corridor of the bar -- a Japanese rock garden. He likes to spend time there. Certainly much more so than in his room, or outside.

He's been eyeing the forest, a little. With speculation.

Right now, though, Dale Cooper is at a table with a play. He'd remarked, idly, to the Bar (as he does) that it had been a while since he'd taken in a filim, and started rattling off a list of directors. He said, musingly, that he did not know if John Ford had ever written anything --

The play is 'Tis Pity She's A Whore, and it's earning raised eyebrows.

Wrong John Ford, but it's good enough to pass an evening.