milliways_bar | Sep. 30th, 2006

Sep. 30th, 2006

[OOM: Missions don't usually go right for the Rogues, but some go especially south. Ciutric is one of those. Dialogue in italics from LucasFilm and Dark Horse Comics' "Mandatory Retirement."]

rigthegames.livejournal.com

There seem to be a lot of new people about. You can tell by all the looks of confusion, and Sands scowls at them (and anyone else he should happen to see) as he stalks through the bar and into a suitably isolated corner.

His fingers drum against the tabletop.

At least they aren’t all pirates.

art-and-brian.livejournal.com

A young man walks into the bar. He's an unremarkable young man really, apart from being the epitome of pretty. Pretty, even while wearing school uniform and carrying a bag full of books. Perhaps they even enhance it - the look of surprise on his face certainly does.

'...'

There's not really a lot he can add to that. His life has been full of new things recently but this has to be one of the strangest.

[OOC: Justin's been in the bar before, but only briefly and a long time ago. New mun, new beginning. :)]

aj_crawley

Under some - many - circumstances, kicking back and winding down with a drink sounds like the best plan possible; a good Sauvignon, a quiet booth, the nearby fire...

Crowley's in the bar.

He looks like he might be regretting his decision, though. Every few minutes, he's casting glances between the front door and the stairs to the guest rooms, undecided on whether to bother with the walk home, or simply get a room for the night and hit the sack there, instead.

This week...

This week wasn't as quiet as the last.

[OOC: Mun is working on tying up last of the apps; odds of distraction medium to high. Ping before tagging?]

organicmeatbag.livejournal.com

[Pre-Milliways: The Pawn Learns

Pre-Milliways bit contains SPOILERS for the Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic game. All quotes are taken directly from the Knights of the Old Republic game and are the property of their respective owners.]

"MALAK—"

Revan’s shout dies on his lips as he bursts through the door and the blue bladed lightsaber he carries is deactivated as he slips to an abrupt halt, his boots screeching against the floor as he does. By the look on his face, for the split second before it’s replaced by an indifferent air, he was not expecting this – this place – as he chased after Malak, leaving behind Carth and Bastila, through corridors and doors.

He reaches out with the Force for some sort of trace of Malak as he attaches the blade to his belt while he steps further into the room. He keeps his hand on the hilt though. He’s not quite sure what this place is or what it’s doing on the Leviathan, but Malak could easily be hiding.

But he doesn’t sense Malak. He doesn’t sense Carth or Bastila either.

Frowning, he edges back the way he came, because he needs to find Malak and this is all rather strange, and he turns around to find—

He finds a wall where the door used to be. His frown deepens as he, keeping aware of his surroundings through the Force, stares very intently at the wall as though searching for some sort of seam to indicate an opening.

After some moments, he looks about ready to use the lightsaber on it.

sime-channel.livejournal.com

Suzi isn't feeling any more sure of herself, or her situation. She went up to the room she was given last night, tried to figure out if she'd managed to go crazy in the time it took to open a door, and eventually fallen asleep.

Now she's back downstairs, trying to figure out what a cheap meal would be so that she doesn't run up too much of a tab, and...

oh.

Window. Somehow (self-preservation, perhaps?) she managed not to see it last night. So all ten fingers (and four large tentacles) are gripping the opposite upper arms with white-knuckle levels of strength.

bright-burning.livejournal.com

[OOM: There's always fire.]

The door opens, spilling heat and smoke and the sounds of crackleburning trees. Flames rage in the background, not yet beaten back by streams of water.

And then - there's a woman.

For a moment, she's nearly impossible to look at. Red hair, white skin, eyes reflecting the blaze even though she's turned away from it, Fire (because that is who she is, right down to her core) smiles.

Yes.

A new game.

How lovely.

neurotic-barbie.livejournal.com

There was a very confused blonde doctor in the bar.

Now, she wasn't confused because she was drunk (or blonde), she was confused because she was fairly certain that the door she had just walked through had not been a door to a bar. She was, in fact, fairly certain that the door had led to Room 1B, currently inhabited by one Mr. Rookwood, whose chart she held in her hand.

Elliot lowered the chart slowly and looked around. She'd been thinking about getting ~~drunk~~ a drink all day, but hadn't expected an opportunity like this to come along so soon. And, apparently, it had.

Elliot decided to chalk it up to another mental breakdown. Oh well; she'd have a lot to talk about with her shrink next session.

rogue-wraith.livejournal.com

(OOM: Somewhere on Adumar, things finally come to a head, and decisions are made. Spoilers and material from Aaron Allston's 'X-Wing: Starfighters of Adumar' abound.)

afraid-of-fish.livejournal.com

[pre-Milliways]

Dana's half laughing and half sobbing and grinning all over like an idiot when she bursts in through the door. She's also pretty sure that the gin martini she mistook for a glass of water before and gulped down accordingly is starting to go to her head; an assumption that will soon be pretty much confirmed when it reaches her attention that her control room appears to have been replaced by, well, a bar.

"Nobody move! I'm gonna kiss you all right on the mouth - where's Isaac--?"

Then her surroundings catch up with her and she stops.

"...what happened to the studio?"

underwater-owl.livejournal.com

So.

It's been a while, but he's back.

Amberite, stool, coffee in hand, watching the bar extremely carefully.

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

He doesn't know what's about to hit him.

Which is to say, Jack's out on the lake bank, practising a few steps from the dance he's learning. It's a beautiful ballet, and he does it well, even though it's hard to do the point-parts without the proper shoes, and on sloped, slipper grass.

the-h-star-r.livejournal.com

One Homestar Runner, hold the propeller, for here.

He's pretty much been wandering the bar since he lost sight of Pikel.

Bar's been nice enough to give him some food and even provided his favorite pajamas, based on Homestar's own random mutterings, but he has yet to figure out that Bar is a sentient being.

He spent the night sleeping in a booth and is up somewhat later than the crack o'noon, his face covered in ~~stubble~~ cinnamon.

Guess it's time for him to try figuring out where he is again.

headalchemist.livejournal.com

There's an explosion, and a strange smell of vinegar, sulfur, and other chemicals. When the smoke clears, standing up from the floor is a mid-sized blonde man, brushing dust off of his purple-sequined robe. Looking around, he blinks a few times. "Lully? Peavey? When did we get a bar near the Guildhouse?"

Welcome to Milliways, Thomas Silverfish.

[OOC: Yes, he does look like Mark Cohen. *halo*]

looksunjapanese.livejournal.com

When Eiri Yuki walks through the door from his latest book signing, he is quite definitely not expecting a bar. If he were thinking differently, he might be glad for it, after such a long afternoon, but that thought is buried somewhere under the more pressing 'what the hell's happened to my apartment'.
Taking a few more steps into the room, the tall sandy haired Japanese man, with the laptop bag, book, and stack of photos, hears the door close behind him with a thud.

Meanwhile, the cigarette about falls to the floor as his jaw drops, -he looks about himself, eyes angrily narrowed and insistent.

It's a common enough reaction for new patrons, but Eiri's expression demands an answer without asking the question.

(ooc: Pre-canon if you're wondering)

gone_byebye

Ray makes his way into the Bar with Francis the robot dog at his heels. He's humming something cheerful to himself, and he's got a New York Aquarium hat on. Once again, someone pulled him aside and had a word with him before he left; he does not, in fact, smell like fish. It's Francis' rapid head-swiveling and flashing of the yellow eye-light that alerts him to the fact that the bar's positively crawling with new faces even beyond the ones he met yesterday. He grins. "Oh, cool. I can't wait to see how this turns out."

He heads upstairs and returns with an eye-swimmingly complex structure of Magnetix pieces. Certain of the parts do not appear to entirely exist at the moment, a fact which seems to be giving him puzzlement; perhaps some passer-by might take an interest?

fighter--pilot.livejournal.com

Shalla's sitting on another table, datapad in hand. It's beeping quietly, and once in a while she presses a button. The beeping will stop for a few seconds, and then start again.

If she was actually paying attention to it, she'd probably turn off the sound. But she's watching the bar instead of the 'pad. Either she knows even less people than she thought, or Milliways is experiencing a sudden influx of new patrons.

Maybe one will be so bewildered that they'll buy her a drink.

(Not that she's thinking of taking advantage of any of them. No. Never.)

whychoosefear.livejournal.com

Paul is surprised when the door to the Ryder Community Center leads him back into the bar.

There are a lot of people there, many whom he does not know. He asks for some tea from one of the rats--rats are the waitstaff here--and finds a seat.

zunarj59doric47.livejournal.com

The door opens.

"I think we've almost got it." It's a pleasant enough voice, sounding like a man somewhere in his late 20's/early 30's. "Though we might have to- huh."

The cat stops in his tracks.

"Either someone decided to completely renovate the cafeteria, or we're-" Looking back towards the now closed door. "-correction, I'm not at E.R.L. anymore."

nodistresshere

When Iella Wessiri steps through the door today, she's startled to have the bar appear where she should be walking into a Yegadonian docking bay, and she's still more than a little wary of it all, but after a moment, her smile reappears.

She hasn't bothered to dress in Adumari fashion (there would be little point to it now that her cover has been effectively blown); instead, she's wearing refreshingly practical trousers, boots, and a jacket over a short-sleeved brown tunic, her blonde hair left down.

She's going to burn Tomer Darpen down the next time she sees his slimy face, months of painstakingly subtle intel work have gone down the 'fresher, and they're on the run from the heavy hammer of an angry country, but you would be hard-pressed to find a more content Corellian at the moment. Iella knows it'll all turn out right, now. It has to. She sits at a table with a glass of water, watching patrons and the bar at large, and her small smile doesn't seem to be going anywhere.

agnes_nitt

Agnes has mostly been avoiding the main bar lately, as an influx of new faces has been crowding the place. But it does become necessary to eat occasionally, which explains her presence here now.

It's a simple lunch of some cold slices of meat, a wedge of cheese, and some raw vegetables. No bread, as usual ever since learning it was bad when trying to lose weight. And a tart lemonade to drink.

Now she's trying to maneuver her way through the room toward the just-emptied table she spotted, hoping that she gets there before anyone else takes it.

slayer_fray

I work on Milliways Security, ask me how!

No, Mel's not wearing anything that says that, unless the tarnished badge pinning to the holster around her thigh says that in a metaphorical way. Possibly.

Right now she's standing in the middle of the bar leaning against a pillar, and next to a table on which she's rested her big red scythe-thing, and a glass of water. Her attention, however, is fixed on the dartsboard, with which she is engagin in target practice.

Angelo gave her throwing knives. Rocketship.

yankeedoodle_dr

Hawkeye is amused by all these people. He doesn't come here that often, and even he realizes that at least half these faces are brand new faces.

Some are rather pretty faces.

He's at the bar, with no drink (yet), people-watching with an air of bemused benevolence.

uncle-travmatt.livejournal.com

There was a scuffling sound from the edge of the trees in the back. A flicker of a white tufted tail as a very short(22 inches in height) being walked along, dressed in a tan jacket and pith helmet with white hair and mustache.

"Hmmm... what a curious place," He said out loud to himself as he noted some observations. He was also writing on the back of a dog-eared postcard he had picked up from his previous place. Not yet knowing he was somewhere new.

"Dear Nephew Gobo, I've stumbled across a forest area, and now a meadow. Not unlike the lands of the Gorgs, but more peaceful.
Haven't seen any silly creatures, but I thought I saw something in the shadows before.
*Stumbles across a hidden demon bunny, and gasps loudly.*
Glowing red eyes. But I avoided them easily.
*The bunny growls warningly, and the fraggle flees in terror, screaming loudly.*
I am now approaching a door, and there is a large cave inside. I hope you well. Love, Your Uncle Travelling Matt."

He wandered into the bar. A lot of silly creatures about, and rats who seemed to be working here. How interesting. If there's a scuffling sound under your table or chair, or a tail brushes against you... he's why.

night-hibiscus.livejournal.com

Yuna comes down the stairs into the bar; trying for a practiced grace that makes it look as if she wakes up in bars at the end of the universe all the time, but falling a little short. Maybe it's the darting glances at the door.

It's the first thing she checks; it's still there, still unwilling to open. There's a sphere-shaped recess in the surface. She recognizes the type of lock--but she doesn't have a sphere that will open it.

So no change.

She gets a bowl of a fruit salad and a cup of tea, wincing slightly at running up the tab. She didn't bring any money into the Temple with her; there wasn't any reason to. She eats there at the bar, eyes searching the walls for some clue to how to get out.

[OOC: Still working on slowtimes from yesterday, and I may be in and out a little bit, but I'm here for a looooong while today, I hope, so feel free.]

ghostwitch.livejournal.com

There's a once-dead Airbender sitting near the fireplace, partaking of a meal of steamed rice and herbal tea. She attempted to wash her clothes in the bathtub after she got up this morning, so they look a little cleaner than they did last night (but not by much).

Right now she's just people-watching while trying to plot out her next move. Feel free to stop by and converse with her; she won't mind.

jedi-exile.livejournal.com

The influx of new faces startled the Exile when she first entered, but hey, it's Milliways and you never know when people are going to show up, so she takes it in stride well.

And grabs a drink from Bar. Yay drinks.

Botherable.

politestpirate.livejournal.com

It is a wet, cool day outside-

Perfectly normal for Scotland this time of year. However, it meant that some of the planned repairs on the Pearl had to be delayed for the time being.

Thus, Wellard is in the bar early this night, frowning intently as he pages through a book while he finishes his dinner. The title reads Meteorology and it is probably as clear as the mun remembers her textbook on the subject to have been.

asar-suti.livejournal.com

Asar-Suti had been playing with some of the younger rats until Ratty chased them all out of the kitchen.

So he was still cat-shaped as he lay down on his favourite chair, trying to ignore the rat that still poked him with a chopstick, and watched all the new faces in the bar.

Remarkable.

fiveroundsrapid.livejournal.com

It's not that the Brigadier stayed at Milliways last night, although technically he did. It's more a matter of no one havign warned him about the occasional temporal discontinuity between parts of the Bar. He stepped out for a bit to use the nearest restroom sometime last night, and steps in now without any awareness of the in-between time having passed.

Not that it especially matters. First night or second night, he's still horrifically new to the place, and looks it. At least he seems to've got the hang of ordering from the Bar without waiting for a tender.

milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com

Last night was... how do we put this... not a good one for Harry Wells. Not at all. Getting the worst memories he's ever had to bury suddenly kicked to the surface by meeting a patently crazy woman is not a recipe for a good night's sleep. Not that he didn't try, but the end result only left him worse off than before.

He's in the Bar now, by the fire, where it's safe. And he's got dinner, but mostly he's just trying not to remember any more than he's got to. Conversation would likely go a long way in that department.

saint-veritas.livejournal.com

He hasn't been seen in the bar proper for quite a while.

He's sitting in a booth right now. He has a healthy shake, only hald consumed, in front of him. His hands are around the glass and he's staring in to it as if it might contain all the answers to the universe.

The other side of the booth is apparently unoccupied, but he's talking across the table, as if someone is there.

forbiddensailor.livejournal.com

Hotaru thought last night. Thought about her teleportations here. They are all so sudden, emotionally-charged. She sat, and she thought, in the water. And then she stood. And she started to walk. She walked into the woods outside of Milliways, much as she walked into the woods outside her home in Tokyo last night, before that woman transported her here.

Well, it was probably that woman.

...Come to think of it, she's heard her voice before every sudden instance of being brought to Milliways this month.

...What in the world is her deal?

She walked and walked, waiting for an answer to pop out at her from the bushes, perhaps. If not that, to 'pop' back home. That's how she got back home last time, after all. She walked, dripping wet for hours, then walked, being mostly dry a few more hours.

I have to find an answer here.

She spent most of the day on a branch in a tree, staring at the day as it passed her by. Then she hopped back to the ground, and decided it was time to head back, to the bar at least if not home, properly.

She hasn't eaten for a while, she smells like lake water, and she's more frustrated than before. At some point well before she reaches the bar, she transforms back into her own clothes. Some people might actually recognize her as Hotaru in her Sailor Suit in the bar. (certainly no stranger back on Earth ever does)

Current Mood: crappy

oh-frak-me.livejournal.com

*Kara walks downstairs, looking less haunted than usual. She also looks like she's been doing some serious exercising*

pirate_jack

As others have noticed, it's been a wet, cold day. And although it may be perfectly typical for Scotland in the approaching winter, it's nothing like the warm rain and salt sea spray of the Caribbean.

Nothing at all.

Thus, Jack Sparrow is indoors this evening-- and not particularly thrilled about it.

Currently, with bottle of rum in hand, Jack is slouching in an armchair as close to the fireplace as he can get without actually being in it, and staring into the flickering flames as though he can see something beyond them.

wasnt-adream.livejournal.com

Satsuki had told Mei not to go to the attic by herself again, after she'd gone up in the dark and come back declaring rats had chased her out. (And she was right, even if they hadn't found any!)

But Mommy had said she was a big girl - Mei could do what she wanted. And she was going to find those rats. Satsuki was at school and couldn't stop her now.

So, Mei opened the door to the attic and -

Wait. These aren't stairs. The four-year-old sticks her head in first, then takes a few stapes, staring with very wide eyes at the tables and patrons. And RATS.

... this doesn't seem right. And there's only one thing to do at a time like this. Mei closes her eyes, takes a deep breath -

AND SCREAMS AS LOUDLY AS SHE CAN

One eye opens. Still no attic. Mei straightens, and starts around, determined to investigate.

call-me-shane.livejournal.com

Strolling in from out back, a frayed lariat in his hands, Shane pauses to take in all the new faces before heading towards the Bar for his supper. He's had a long day working with the horses, as evidenced by the dirt under his nails and the slight smell of horse and hay about him. Now that everyone's bedded down for the night, he's come inside where it's warmer.

heroiccharacter.livejournal.com

It's been a long, strange day for Silverbolt-and it's about to get stranger. While he was heading for his quarters on the Axalon, they seem to have been replaced by a...bar of some sort. That leaves only one thing to do, really-investigate!

The fuzor transforms into beast mode, blinking as he steps into the bar and takes a cautious sniff. "What is this place?" he wonders aloud, looking more than a little perplexed.

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

[ooc: A quiet afternoon.]

talkstohats

[Pre-Milliways: A quiet domestic evening in Howl's moving castle.]

A nose - which, while age-spotted, is in no way oversized - pokes around the door to the bar.

It's quickly followed by the rest of a withered face, crowned with wispy white hair; shortly thereafter, the entirety of Sophie Hatter hobbles slowly in, walking stick thumping against the wooden boards of the floor, and surveys the space in which she finds herself with undisguised curiosity.

After a moment, she sniffs.

"A bar, is it? Typical."

young_tmriddle

It is a wonderful thing to have time on one's hands for a leisurely drink. Tom is at the bar, in his usual place; he has a usual place, he's just usually not in it, what with one thing and another.

Life is good.

princessjosiane.livejournal.com

Josiane, far from being entertained by the recnt influx of people, is bored.

Bored, bored, bored.

She's sitting by the fire, absent mindedly shredding a paper napkin, and wondering if the shreds of paper will fly up the chimney, catch fire, or both. She likes it best when they do both.

3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com

There is an attractive golden blonde attired in a lacy silk cami and dark bootcut jeans, sitting at a table near the front door. Ostensibly, she is just enjoying a glass of wine and looking out for any familiar faces. She looks helpful and approachable enough.

The blonde in question is Goldilocks, however, and she's actually window shopping. The insurgence of new bar customers means new opportunities for variety. It also means potential new clients for Madame Lilly's.

She's also keeping a subtle eye open for a certain ballerina, and she won't hesitate to hide if she spots her.

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

Ace has commandeered a table for tonight, and has a very unusual bit of machinery lying on it, some of it in bits as she roots around inside. She picked it up(1) on an unnamed world(2) right before she blew up the weapons bunker it came from(3). It really is quite facinating, even if it is a nasty bit of business. She's certainly pleased with it - she's even singing, softly, and decidedly off-key. Something about black and tans.

1. Translation: Stole it blatantly from under the guards' noses.
2. Translation: Still undeveloped enough that they haven't been able to contact the intergalactic authorities to offer a formal name for themselves.
3. Translation: ... She blew up the weapons bunker. It was brilliant.

tibetanmethod

Cooper has been spending a lot of time in the Japanese rock garden down the corridor. Alone.

He's there right now.

The thing about rock gardens is that eventually you're going to want to start tending them. Cooper comes out into the bar, requests a rake (and notes all the new faces, absently), and heads back into the garden.

The raking is very...soothing.

Until Dale Cooper gets into the middle of the garden, and notices that he can't pick up his feet.

He can't pick up his feet...and he's suddenly up to his knees. And going faster.

Click.

"Diane." Voice almost unnaturally calm. "I don't think I have much time left. And I don't know how I'm going to get out of this. But it certainly gives new meaning to 'help me, please help me, I'm sinking'."

Click.

Two minutes later, Dale Cooper is gone.

And the surface of the sand is...

Serene.

kitchen_maid

Amy has been out in the barn. She doesn't ride these days, she's far enough along that it's just not comfortable being on a horse, but she still visits Dar as regularly as she can manage.

Now she's settled in over by the fireplace, in her usual spot, frowning in concentration, muttering occasionally (either to herself or the baby) and writing something on a sheet of paper in front of her. Her hot chocolate is cooling on the table nearby.

tibetanmethod

[Perhaps you have been watching season premieres the last week or so. Perhaps you are gearing up for the upcoming premieres.

Well. Here's another one.

Out of Milliways, and into Twin Peaks:

Season Four.

Act One: In which there are returns of many, many kinds, and not all of them are happy.

Act Two: In which there are hitches of many kinds.

Act Three: In which returns are examined.

Act Four: Denouement.

Brought to you by the National Dairy Council.

No. Really.]

argyle_princess

Hannah is sitting in a booth, flipping through a magazine without really reading it and drinking coffee.

You're probably more interesting than the magazine.

Probably.

gonna_live

There are an awful lot of people on board Serenity right now -- especially down on Kaylee's end of the ship. It makes mealtimes fun. There's enough conversation that the hole there -- and there is one -- is less noticible, for a while.

But only for a while.

And there are a hell of a lot of people on board.

So Kaylee's sitting outside, on a rock by the lake, with a magazine. (And her heavy coat.) She's not paying much attention to it. Every now and then she reaches for the thermos of hot chocolate that she brought out with her.

Sometimes it's just good to be quiet.

aveb-feline.livejournal.com

It's always struck her as a little unfair, really, that Mark found the bar first. Found Angel first.

Angel was -her- best friend, after all, long before the others ever knew her.

So although she's glad that Mark and Joanne found the place, she's always been a little jealous too - jealous that they can go and hug Angel when they please, and she can't.

Until now.

Mimi Marquez enters Milliways for the first time, and unlike most of the new arrivals, she knows within seconds exactly where she is, and starts -grinning-, looking around the room for one well-known, well-loved face.