milliways_bar | Sep. 22nd, 2006

Sep. 22nd, 2006

An off-duty princess steps into the bar.

It's fair to say that it's been a while; months, to be exact. Long enough that her hair isn't nearly as short as it once had been, and long enough that there is a distinctly startled pause, her hand still on the door, before she heads for Bar. She's dressed casually, in pilot boots, trousers, and purple tunic, and the menacing blaster strapped to her thigh is rather upstaged by how content she looks. It's not even a momentary, 'hey, booze!' content. No, it's something rarer: she's genuinely happy.

Plourr might even be humming unconsciously under her breath as she settles in at the Bar and orders a mug of lomin ale.

[Gone; will pick up any tags in the morning.]

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

Chase is inna bar, cheerfully looking around for a certain father-in-law-to-be.

Yes, he's actually cheerful! Who knew?

[OOC: Locked to Jack Bauer, since mun has to sleep soon and only has time for the one thread, but Chase'll be around tomorrow too.]

amanda-darieux.livejournal.com

After This. Amanda walks down the stiars, something different about her, darker, uncontrollable. It's the same woman but not, the change is in the eyes. Slowly decending the stairs she survey's the room. Taking a seat at the bar she orders a scotch.

The immortal is just looking for a fight, for someone to kill.

[OOC: Amanda is evil and mean. If you approach she may try to kill your character or maybe steal their wallet. Choas is the name of the game. Only thing consistant is evil. Appraoch at own risk.]

valdemars-mage.livejournal.com

Elspeth sits at a table with a book open in front of her. She frowns in confusion as she reads. Need sits on the table beside a drink, looking quite as if she is the one to be served rather than her owner.

go-between.livejournal.com

Richard has had a rather eventful twenty-four hours.

He leaves a note for Amadeo with Bar, orders lunch, and sits down in a booth.

fathers-cleric.livejournal.com

John Preston is reading.

That should be a shock in and of itself, but he's struck by the lines of the book. Characters going off to die for a noble cause.

Humanity is complex. He should have guessed this.

However he's trying his best to make sense of T.S. Elliot.

There's a cop of The Lord of the Rings too. But he hasn't picked that one up yet.

fallen-april.livejournal.com

April inna bar, witha laptop.

She's just... staring at it thoughtfully. Not angrily. She has nearly 30 pages.

Make her take a break - it's her birthday tomorrow, after all.

blue-star-badge.livejournal.com

It is a slightly bleary Adric in the bar. The bleariness seems to be some sort of localized epidemic.

He's bleary because he's been sick for the past few days, changing of the seasons and all, that and he might possibly be going through a few more mutations, even though the mist here isn't like the mist at home ~~and this is where the mun is reading about the Mistfall just as fast as she can while working every freakin' day for... a while~~

In any case, he was more than a little puzzled by the small cake and candle he got alongside his breakfast, "What's this?" A blink and then, "s'it really been that long?"

yep, and longer actually. A year ago Wednesday was when a formerly dead former companion showed up in the bar, only to be mothered by another. Good times.

bohemian-mark.livejournal.com

"What do you mean, they're sold out? You're supposed to have tickets held back for me." Mark walks into the bar, yelling at his phone. "Yes, I'm Mark Cohen. Who the hell else would I be? No, I'm not using it as a fake name to get in. Fuck yes, I know I'm Roger's roommate." Before he can finish yelling at the phone, his signal cuts out. "Oh. Milliways. I wonder if Bar can give me my tickets."

mnt_mike

Just because you haven't seen him, well that doesn't mean he hasn't been here.
Actually, considering the bond between him, Bernard, and Bar...chances are pretty damn good that here's the only place he can be at the moment.

Mike's seated at Bar.
There's a checkerboard in front of him.
Right now Red is kicking Black's butt.

"Oh you've got to be kidding me!"

Guess which color he is...

milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com

Some days are better than others, and some are far, far worse. Wells knew from the moment he woke up this morning that today was going to be one of the bad ones. That's why he slipped away from Annie while she still slept, and why he came here. Oh, sure, he could pummel the heavy bag in his basement, he got one of those a while ago just in case- but he'd be stuck indoors with the knowledge that a city of fourteen million was waiting overhead somewhere. Better to head to Milliways. The bag's outside, for one thing, and the people are a whole lot fewer. He can take company, especially now that he's been working on the bag a good half hour or more. It's just that it goes down far, far better in small doses today.

dnaromantic.livejournal.com

The way Greg looks when he walks into Milliways is rather like he's been watching security tapes so long his eyes might start bleeding out of his face -- bleary and watery, that is -- and it's a pretty accurate assumption, considering, well, he's been watching security tapes so long his eyes feel like they might bleed out of his face.

"Coffee, if you would," he says blearily to Bar, and gets himself a seat at a table with his kindly provided Blue Hawaiian.

He likes to make it himself, but he's tired.

petraarkanian.livejournal.com

Petra is more then slightly off center. She thought she was over the twitching at every sound, but after a rough night and a dream that haunts her all day long... everything comes rushing back. Make sure you walk so she can hear you, or it might end up with someone getting hurt.

[oom- the linked dream above.]

always-a-liar.livejournal.com

Out of Milliways:

A Tower of Bones

Chapter Sixty: Cleansing

Chapter Sixty-One: A Thousand Pieces

Chapter Sixty-Two: In the Darkness

Chapter Sixty-Three: An Element of Blank

[OOC: Warning for creepiness, mild sexual content, and a whole lot of nekkid.]

necessary_child

Cheerful Sam Linnfer inna bar. Dinner. Book. Minimalist mun.

Bother.

not-a-wizard.livejournal.com

Doing better than he was on his last excursion to Milliways, Telemain is in the actual bar this time, with a bemused expression on his face and an open book on the table that he's leafing through.

banished-to.livejournal.com

Hel's hair is the color of unpolished gold and her dress is autumn shades. Most people probably won't notice that before they notice that she's fifteen feet tall in bare feet. Her hair is braided into two long braids one of which is arranged so that it covers the left side of her face from casual glances, and the left hand is in a leather glove that nearly mimics the color of her other hand.

Inhumanly good ears may pick up the faint click of bones without enough padding sliding into each other with each movement of her left leg and arm, a sharper glance will note that side of her body looks wasted compared to the other.

wizard_dresden

I'm sitting here, having coffee and chatting with Bob and a young lady who is from a city nearly as odd as mine. Place called Sunnydale. That didn't sound so odd, until she told me her sister's name is Buffy. That made me blink. Through my head was running 'the vampire slayer'? But, mostly I'm thinking - 'nah - that's just TV'.

Either way -nice enough girl. She even puts up with Bob's leering and overly suggestive commentary.

lvpd_sidle

Sara is keeping to a shadowed booth this evening.

She's drinking coffee and looking over to where the door should be.

But it isn't. And that only compounds her irritation.

iambetadraconis

[OOM: Rabastan takes visual stock of his wounds. Warnings for suggested nudity and violence [do self-inflicted injuries count as violence?] but not much else.]

Current Mood: cold
Current Music: "You Don't Believe" - Alan Parsons Project

last_adam

He's not yelling at the edge of the shore tonight, it's not a night for that.

It hasn't been a night for that in a while, actually, as evidenced by the peaceful grin on Adam's face.

Instead, he's whistlingly lightly as he skips stones over the surface of the lake.

one-two-three-four-five-ten-twenty

Not half bad.

spark-girl.livejournal.com

Agatha enters the bar, feeling like she's gotten a good night's sleep.

She has not yet caught on that she's slept for several months, now. Her clanks needed winding, but as her lab/room is generally a bit of a mess, she didn't notice the additional dust.

The rest was needed; once she leaves the bar, canon's not going to allow for much of it. The last time she theoretically had the chance was October 12, 2005, and she's still going. . .

Right now, those who wish to can find her at the bar, eating a dinner of roast chicken, rice, vegetables, and a glass of milk. Her clanks are running around nearby, waiting for her to finish so they can get new orders.

shufti

Shufti is sitting by the trilobite tank, trying to write something and not doing terribly well.

Jack is asleep on her knee, sucking his thumb.

watcher-g-man.livejournal.com

After the matter of the clock, and helping with the library straightening, Giles took some time off from the bar. He had stopped by Magius's old room to take care of the books, and make sure they were secure and safe. Occasionally he would read from one of them, analyzing its contents. Very enlightening.

He came into the bar, and asked for some wine from Bar. In fact, the same wine he drank with Magius when he first arrived here. And they first spoke.

And he silently drank a toast to his old friend.

Afterwards, he was sitting at a table, and looking over some notes on rare magic. He's welcome to some company now.

gone_byebye

Ray ducks in from a windy, chill late September day. "Whoo! That's better," he says, closing the door behind him. "Many, what a week. October's definitely come early this year."

He waves to one of the waitrats as he heads in search of a table upon which to empty many, many units of brightly colored plastic from the box he carries. Many of them start trying to stick to one another.

There is also a jar of a lot of shiny silvery balls, but he's not emptying that out, oh no.

twoeyesonthesky.livejournal.com

There's really not much to hold Quinn in the Bar any more; he's done the supply-buying as best he could from Bar, after all. It's not like he's got vehicles to haul stuff with this time, or even a horse. It's what he can carry and then some. The rest can turn up when Creedy goes to the Bar next, and he can take it back.

No reason to stay. People need him at home.

And yet, and yet... well, for all that he's got a mug of coffee held in both hands, he doesn't appear to be paying much attention to it at all. That's something new. He's just... there, really, at his seat with his back to the Window.

imperfecthero01.livejournal.com

There is one Heero Yuy in the bar, sitting in a booth. It happens to be his birthday, but you wouldn't know it by the sight of him - he's not acting in any particular way different than before.

Well. Not any particular way, unless you know him well - then you might notice that he's devoid of any of his usual distractions. No computer, no books, no files. Just sitting there, thinking something over.

Hmm.