milliways_bar | Oct. 1st, 2006

Oct. 1st, 2006

[OOMs:

Yesterday, Andrew was in and out of the bar fairly quickly, to pack a few things from his room upstairs.

And tonight: he and Jonathan are off to see the Watchers.

e_delmar

[OOM: The crew of Serenity makes a drop-off.]

homeless-pard.livejournal.com

There is a quiet woman sitting on the floor by the fire, skirts pooled about her and a blanket stretched across her lap. She seems to be working on some very small embrodiery on a corner, this would explain her nose being a mere inch from the cloth...

It has been a while since she'd simply sat and relaxed with embrodiery and it has been past due.

song_tra_bong

People watching is well and good, but you need something to keep your hands busy. Which is why Mary Anne has a deck of cards (playing, not tarot) and is building a house with them.

Two stories at the moment, with plans for a tower. Any assistance is appreciated, though she probably won't hurt you for knocking it over.

night-hibiscus.livejournal.com

There's a sphere-shaped recess set into a panel next to the door, for Yuna; when she sets the sphere in place, the door slides up, and six translucent petals fold up into the sides.

From beyond the door, someone is singing; an unearthly feminine voice, gentle and resonant, and very close; it seems to come from out of the very air beyond the door. The song is a sonorous chant of prayer, with no discernable words.

Yuna takes a deep breath, and steps through the door.

princeinexile

It was late, and the full moon was getting close.

Zuko was not nearly so sick as he had been the month previous, though -- this had been a miserable few weeks, yes, under Monkey's tutelage, but he was not starting to pale, felt no lethargy. The meditation was working -- the energy in his body remained in balance, and the yin, despite the pull of the moon, was not overpowering the yang.

Sure, this was partly because he was (reluctantly) abstaining from sex with his (yin filled) girlfriend, and partly because he had grasped the technique... and partly because Monkey had helped a lot. So he came downstairs to curl up by the fire -- yang -- and warm himself, a book in his hands.

Anything to avoid the temptation of the girlfriend. But he had self control! If he could survive three years pursuing the Avatar, swim in Arctic waters, brave tundra, flatland, forest and desert, he could endure a couple of weeks without sex with his girlfriend.

Really.

So, one sexually tense firebender teen with a book. That's it. Nothing more, nothing less.

hikennoace.livejournal.com

Ace ambles into Milliways, looking sleepy; not in itself an unusual state for him. He's not quite sure how he got here, but since it seems to be a bar, he doesn't bother himself too much about the wheres and whyfors.

Yawning tremendously, he settles himself into a barstool and begins to negotiate good-naturedly for a drink. When he has one, he settles back to watch the room through half-lidded eyes.

looksunjapanese.livejournal.com

Eiri'd received the welcome spiel, of sorts, last night, but hadn't fully come to terms with the situation. That is to say, he isn't sure he believes it, but he got a few free beers out of the bargain, and inspiration to write, so in all, not a bad dream.

He'd settled in for the evening, in a booth with his lap top, feet propped up on the opposite bench. And, while he loves to sleep, he'd lost track of the time, as happens so often. But it's ok, he knew he'd wake up eventually. He just didn't expect it to be in a less than literal sense.

Now he's realizing, he's still here, hours have passed, he should have long since woken up, and now the bar's beginning to see life again, as patrons shuffle in for their breakfast. The tall, tired, Japanese man stares at the clock on his computer, at the pages he finished over night, and finally at the bar. He could really use something to eat, and maybe a beer. It's not too early if he never slept, right?

velocitygirl

Inyri's downstairs, a glass of caff in her hands, her arms unbandaged for great yay.

She's generally just people watching. It's a bleary morning for the mun. She can't think.

[ooc: plotlocked for the mun's sanity kthnx]

slayer_fray

Lots of new faces.

Lots of old faces, too. Bar's busy right now.

So one of the deputy heads of Security is in the rafters, doing a handstand. trying to decide if it's too late for a midnight snack or too early for breakfast.

And whether or not she cares.

patches-x-x.livejournal.com

The Banner

[OOMs of Doom!:

The Semi-complete History of Zekka Thyne and Inyri Forge

The First Meeting: Inyri ran for a place to hide. That … isn’t exactly what she got. (Or even close to what she got, really.) (oh, god, why am i here?)

Coming Back: Spice is hard to stop once you start. Inyri learned the hard way. (i'll weigh you down/i'll watch you choke/you look so good in blue)

Cutter def.: Someone trusted enough to cut your spice: Also can mean lover, errand runner, or all three in Inyri’s case. (i spun a web, it's tangled up with me/and I lost my head/the thought of all the stupid things I said)

Choices: Inyri decides to leave Kessel and her family for reasons that obviously are above Earth logic (or, you know, she left for reasons that fit perfectly with teenage girl logic.) (there's no where left to hide/in no one to confide/the truth burns deep inside/and will never die)

The Trip From Kessel to Coruscant: It’s long. And painful. (a kiss, a kick, a kiss, a kick, a kiss kiss kick/he steals it from me/it's out of my hands again)

First Fight on Coruscant: With threats of shooting, throat slitting, and blowing smoke in faces. (you're pulling the trigger/pulling the trigger)

~~Jacee and Kyle can’t not be cracky~~ Adventures in Lower Level Coruscant!: With ~~Daleks~~ insane droids, shower sex, and random beating! (it's hard to see the pain behind the mask/bearing the burden of a secret storm/sometimes she wishes she was never born)

Patching up Patches: Ysanne Isard has Zekka shot in the stomach. Inyri? Really doesn’t care that much. (don’t turn your head/pretend they’re all dead and gone by now)

…: … elevator sex. Nothing else to say, really. ( i'm hooked on you/i need a fix/i can't take it)

The Date: Possibly the oddest and most awkward date ever. Nobody: *is surprised* (and I love your lack of self respect/while you're passed out on the deck/i love my hands around your neck)

Cheating on Thyne: It results in death. And pain. Don’t do it. (revenge will surely come/your hard times are ahead)

Endgame: Three months of hard work, all wrapped up in twelve comments. For Inyri, it was months of torture wrapped up in one blaster shot. (was it all, just a part of your plan/the pistol's shakin' in my hands/and all I hear is the sound.)

Maybe It Wasn’t the End: (AKA: The dream) (AKA: Kyle and Jacee couldn’t live without Evil threads.) (Also girlsmut.) (i hope you didn't expect that you'd get/all of the attention/now let's not get selfish/did you really think I’d let you kill this chorus?)

Warnings for drug and relationship abuse, rape, sex, violence, theivery, creepiness, cursing, and it's freakin' Zekka Thyne, you guys!

bright-burning.livejournal.com

There's a smell of smoke and burning things in the bar, near to the door. And there is a red-haired woman there as well, reclined on a chair, lighting small scraps of paper on fire and watching them burn.

And if you look closely, you will see that fire does not go out.

Ever.

slightlymonkish.livejournal.com

To say that Monk has been around would be a complete lie, so let's just be honest.

Monk hasn't been around one bit. He'll say he's been busy but, to keep up the trend of being honest, he's been staying away on purpose. He likes the way he acts around the Bar - he gets more social - but at the same time, it scares him. Adrian Monk is not a people person; around here it's not so hard to become one.

Mostly, he blames the alcohol. Trudy always did say he was a weird drunk.

Truer words, he thinks, stepping back into Milliways with a faint smile.

This place, after a while, begins to feel like a sort of home away from home, and that's saying more than a lot for Mr. Monk.

stilljustandrew

[OOM: Andrew delivers his report to the Council, with testimony from a surprise witness.

After that, the Council deliberates.]

huntress-moon.livejournal.com

Despite the damp chilled weather, there was the sound of running in the forest. The baying of hounds, and a bow being drawn back. A brief stillness, and then the thwock of an arrow hitting its target.

Silver light glowed softly, and then a being, female, of indeterminate age of youth, and wearing a short tunic appeared clearly in amidst the trees.

She stepped down to see her fallen quarry.

"Well, there's a prey I've not seen before. How interesting," a brief smile touched upon her face. The arrow was lifted, and the corpse retrieved. She and her hounds then stepped out past the edge of the woods to arrive in the meadow area.

"Heard there was good hunting around this place," She remarked to herself as she surveyed the meadows, gardens, greenhouse, and the lake.

Another goddess has arrived in Milliways.

thiefprinceremy.livejournal.com

Remy padded into the bar toweling his hair. As such it took him a moment to realize that the door that had led from the bathroom to his hotel room now led from the bathroom to the bar.

Uhm... at least he was wearing pants?

When he did finally realize that this was not his hotel room, he arched a brow, shrugged it off, and padded over to the bar in his usual almost-too-graceful, far-too-quiet way and settled in for breakfast.

Beingets and coffee of course.

milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com

[OOM: Long Shadows. The man who destroyed Gruinard Island has been found, and the man hunting him makes a decision.]

blindbandit.livejournal.com

Toph sits in a booth with a mug full of a black liquid in front of her. Lots of people were ordering this "coffee" drink, so she figures that she'll give it a try. Tons of people can't be wrong, right?

She lifts the mug to her lips and takes a gulp. Her nose wrinkles up and her face contorts into a look of pure disgust before she spews the coffee all over the table. "How can people drink this sludge?" she shouts, gagging slightly.

Without warning she throws the mug--still half full of rather warm coffee--over her shoulder. She proceeds to spit and wipe her tongue with a napkin in an attempt to rid her mouth of the foul taste. Maybe she'll stick to tea next time.

lvpd_sidle

Sara.

Coffee.

Laptop.

Moody expression.

Bother?

not_that_spike

( Room 8: what's this "nesting" shit people keep talking about? )

bohemian-mark.livejournal.com

The door flies open, and Mark runs in, followed by a mass of glittered styrofoam. "Kyle! Stop throwing things into my office! Go bother Adam. Seriously. He -needs- to get laid." Slamming the door, he turns around, eying the mass of glitter on the floor, then the bar. Facepalm.

organicmeatbag.livejournal.com

Revan is sitting in one of the stools by Bar and facing the far wall. By his appearance, the dark circles beneath his eyes and the new stubble that lines his cheeks and chin, he seems to have been there since the day before.

At some point, he must have asked Bar for something to drink because an untouched glass of Juma Juice is on the counter behind him along with a key for a room upstairs, and some sort of bound prehistoric flimsi with writing that Revan could not understand; he looked at it, curious, when it had first appeared.

He'd gone back to staring at the wall though, abandoning it on the counter along with the drink and the key.

So, there he was: staring, and staring, and staring some more.

And after staring at the wall for another few moments, he leans back toward Bar and whispers, "If I sliced through the wall would the atmo be vented into space or would I find a corridor on the other side?"

If he was expecting an answer, and he wasn't, he hardly waits for one as he turns back to staring at the wall again.

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

Okay, he's back. Jittery, (though he knows better than to show it,) and watching the bar from a place in the corner (where he can have his back to a wall) and fingers curled tight around his glass.

But he is here.

rogue-wraith.livejournal.com

Wedge saunters downstairs, looking indecently pleased with himself and life in general, and decided more alert than he was yesterday. Life, at the moment, is very good. He's even found some boots, somewhere. Humming to himself contentedly, he heads over to the Bar for breakfast.

Yes, breakfast.

It's the meal you eat after waking up, so it's breakfast.

not-british.livejournal.com

[OOM: Chase, pre-ish-Milliways]

It's been a while since Dr Robert Chase has been in Milliways--a great long while, in fact.

So it is understandable then, that when he opens the door of the Diagnostics office to find a crowded bar--Milliways, actually--on the other side, he has a somewhat dumbfounded, shocked look upon his face, as though he's made the mistake of ~~walking in on a naked House~~ entering Cuddy's office. He steps back, nearly dropping his coffee, before rubbing his tired face once more and letting out a breath.

"...This cannot be happening," he mumbles under his breath.

Yep. Chase has returned to Milliways.

[ooc: Chase has been to Milliways before, though this was ages ago. Now he is under new munagement (ha-ha); so if he happens to know any of you, just remind him of it...or something, and I'll try to work with it. Also ping me: teh frodo if you need to. :) ]

nita_callahan

[OOM: Field trip! Nita invites Gavroche to come take a look at the work going on in New Orleans. Once proper parental permission is obtained, they head out -- first to Grand Central Station, then New Orleans. Nita introduces Gavroche to the Whisperer, and finally they stop by Hempstead, where Nita introduces another friend.]

cuttingslack.livejournal.com

Sure, this mun is dizzy. Sick. Whatever. But this is Slack, folks, and though she's got plans for this week in her own world -- a lot of them involve shopping at a historical monument, in fact -- right now she, too, is revelling in the fact that the bar seems to be pretty damned crowded.

She's not exactly ignoring new people, she just isn't going out of her way to meet them, so much. She isn't going out of her way to meet anyone, so much -- she's actually just sitting on a chair with some Kung Pao chicken, a chihuahua mixed breed in her lap.

She's not going out of her way to not talk to anyone either.

sime-channel.livejournal.com

Day three.

The first thing Suzi does is look for the door. It isn't there. Of course it isn't there, why would it be there? No hysteria, Suzi, it isn't the right time, or place. Slap on a smile, head for Bar, and order.

She takes a breath and orders soup and bread, which arrives. A thick, rich vegetable soup and hot, crusty bread. The smell is, in her mind, intoxicating. Her tentacles wrap around the edges of the tray the food appears on while her hands are under it for extra balance, and she finds a table where she can look at the blank wall that, once, held a door.

chf-insp-finch.livejournal.com

[Rings around a rosy/pockets full of posy/ashes, ashes/ and they all fall down.

On November the fifth, early in the morning, a man gets a call. So begins this cat-and-mouse venery, though without the cat and without the mouse it becomes difficult to decide who is chasing whom. There is, at least, a rat.]

door-2-door.livejournal.com

There are a lot of new people all of a sudden, and new people mean business.
People to get to know, notes to take, maybe jobs to acquire?

He's rather hoping for the latter. Not because he's running out of money, but because he's getting antsy without any real work to do. The one day out was nice, reminded him how much he actually does like his city, but now he's here again, potentially more talkative than last time you might have seen him.

Only problem? He seems to be occupying himself with paperwork. Seems, being the operative word.

piecesofmodesty.livejournal.com

It's so refreshing to have somewhere to visit where people aren't trying to kill you. So it's an exhausted Modesty who is perched at the bar with a large glass of brandy and a cigarette, and an extremely tired expression.

last_adam

He's yawning, yes, but overall, it's a smug and content sort of look on Adam's face.

He has books, and a cider. And if you ask nicely, maybe he'll get you one, too.

wellthrownstone.livejournal.com

There's a Rivan King behind the bar. There is also a toddler on his knee and a young wolf prowling behind the counter. And drinks on the board.
Drinks
Crazy Maker
Crazy Monkey
Crazy Janie

...anyone thinking his week's been a bit hectic?

snorkacklover.livejournal.com

The door swings open, as doors are wont to do. There’s a flash of summer, a snatch of a salty breeze, before the view is blocked by a large, purple umbrella. It advances into the bar, followed by a pair of psychedelic glasses.

Behind those is Luna.

“Oh.”

She pauses, oversized eyes widening even further as she stares around, and lowers the umbrella. Perching the multicoloured glasses on top of her head, she licks a finger and holds it up in the air.

“Oh dear,” she murmurs gravely. “The wind’s changed.”

The door snaps shut behind her.

blackholesandrevelations

John's in the bar, a beer in his hand, and a burrito. Good 'ol Earth food.

He's watching everyone with vague interest, feet on the table, Winona strapped to his thigh.

Botherable.

bloodyrockgod

Charlie. Guitar.

Song? Would be ( this )

Again, very pleased with life, thanks much.

misterparker.livejournal.com

Parker's at a booth, hand hidden under the table, carefully.

He's drinking icewater and looks like company wouldn't be a bad thing.

cat_wth_panache

The door opens and in walks a shady character. Hat pulled down low to darken half his face, sword gleaming on his side with hilt in easy reach, and well worn boots thudding with ominous pace. If you can't see him it might be because your looking too high, try lower, towards the ground, about waist high...yes, there he is.

Gleaming green eyes scan the bar and a paw comes up to twirl his whiskers. He's not where he'd intended to be, but still, this place should do quite nicely. Pray for mercy Milliways, from Puss...in Boots.

gris_bug_man

One year ago, this date, Gil Grissom did something he had honestly never envisioned in his life.

He married.

If any were to ask him, that day was the one of the best days of his life, second only to his daughter's birth.

He comes into the bar, looking very content with life as he knows it.

morbid-midweek.livejournal.com

There is a teenage girl sitting in a booth, back against the wall and knees pulled up to her chest.

Wednesday has no book today, though there is a rather large, blue spider perched on her knees. She appears to be doing very little other than watching the bar and its patrons.

Hiding doesn't require much effort.

e_delmar

[OOMS, space-style:

Ennis and Kitty have a heart-to-heart ... of the entirely one-sided kind.

And it seems, no matter how well you know a person, there's always something you don't know. Mal, River and Ennis partake in a chat and some late night activities.]

loyal-dog.livejournal.com

[OOM [Not finished; still in progress]: The established Milliways tarot cards meet up with the new ones and a discussion of the bar is held.]

Here's a new face you haven't seen in the bar before.

With two you have.

"—this is Milliways," Strength says, speaking even as the door opens for the trio. "This is the Bar at the End of the Universe, where people from every world you can imagine and a few you can't meet, greet and generally have a jolly good time."

Dog barks happily. "I think I'm going to like it here," she says.

"Good. Now if you'll excuse us, Wheel and myself have business to attend to."

And so this is how one of the Twelve Earthly Branches comes to Milliways.

Current Mood: happy
Current Music: "Mirror in the Bathroom" - English Beat

winged-eros.livejournal.com

Busy bar. Good.

It's nice sometimes to watch, and listen, and wait; to not step up and interfere but to sit back and let the world split and flow around you like a river around a stone.

The ashtray at Eros' elbow is growing a steep pile of cigarette butts, but he doesn't seem to much care. Instead he leans back and lifts his lighter again, drawing in smoke and exhaling it with something of a sigh.

his-fathers-sin.livejournal.com

Three months ago, there was game. And he lost, and he promised someone he wouldn't lose again. And he kept the promise.

Star of the Zanarkand Abes, man.

He kept his promise, and he played the game, and then everything went to hell.

And he was falling hard and fast into the water, except he was falling up, and he could hear singing.

And now--

Tidus breaks the surface, gasping for air, and splutters as he shakes the water out of his face.

It's--

He doesn't know what this is, beyond water (less water than he's ever seen in one place in his life) and he doesn't move for several moments, just takes in deep, long breaths of air.

afraid-of-fish.livejournal.com

Dana has just about managed to pass off her first, strange encounter with this place as some sort of euphoria and alcohol induced dream. Last night was seven kinds of crazy; her show had been handed a death sentence and then a miracle, she'd been alternately stressed out and freaking out and out of her mind with relief. It was perfectly conceivable that her imagination might have, you know, embroidered on some of the details.

This theory is about to have one big, gaping hole punched through it.

Dana walks in. While this is unlikely to surprise you, gentle reader, the same cannot be said for Dana, who is currently wondering when her office got so big.

gone_byebye

Ray wanders into the Bar from his usual alley outside the Firehouse. For once, he's got goop in his hair and stuck to his shirt in a couple of places, and he's scowling. "Bar," he says, "I really need a Third Rail, please. Just the one. October is officially under way."

There's a long pause, and the beer is delivered.

"Thank you, Bar. I appreciate it."

mogget_cat

All right.

Yrael wants to know who was the wise guy who left an unattended paper sack on the bar. He's going to hurt them.

Once he is finished with the paper sack.

All that can be seen of the not'cat is a white tail, occasionally twitching against the opening of the sack.

Current Mood: silly

eternal-boy.livejournal.com

OH MY GOD! CALL THE POLICE! It'S NICK KNIGHT!

...except he is the police. Well, not here anymore. In Toronto. And he's not in Toronto, but jurisdiction gets a little interesting when you take the end of the universe into account. Perhaps that little hunk of space rock floating by USED to be Toronto. How would you know?

ANYWAY... Nick's at a booth with a book and a puppy. Feel free to come by.

milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com

[OOM: As if Harry Wells' life needed to be any more convoluted.]

The door admits Harry Wells, who stalks over to the bar before it can even snap shut behind him. "Guinness," he says firmly, "as fast as the stuff'll let you. I've got to be back in London in a bit to meet my daughter at the hospital."

princessjosiane.livejournal.com

Here is Josiane again, coming in from the gardens. She has a flower tucked behind her ear, the exact same shade of blue as her brittle eyes. The hem of her lavishly embroidered skirt is grass stained, and her bare feet are muddy. The bangle around her ankle chimes with tiny bells at each step.

She takes a seat at a table, bare feet hooked over the bar of her chair, and watches the room. Idly. Eyes vacant.

ghostwitch.livejournal.com

Moody Airbender atta Bar.

Eating steamed rice with a little bit of fish on the side. Drinking green tea.

Bother at own risk.

mortisbelle.livejournal.com

Serena lounges near the observation window...

Silly smile, very good mood.

Botherable.

hellobugbite

The door into the Bar swings open, and Hobbie shuffles in, still wearing an eye-hurtingly orange NR flight suit that's stained with sweat and burn marks.

He collapses into the nearest possible booth and simply sits, eyes bleary with exhaustion.

corsec-jedi.livejournal.com

Corran.

Barstool. With Whyren's.

Semi-twitching.

Bother?

starwind-outlaw.livejournal.com

"Alright Ladies, Gene Starwind is in the hou...Wait a minute where am I."

Ladies ang Gentleman, particularly the ladies, beware Gene Starwind is in the Bar.

Seeing the the liquor behind the Bar Gene grins.

"Alright!"

Gene runs up to the bar looking around for a Barkeep.

"Hey can I get some service here?"

Tag at will.