milliways_bar | Oct. 9th, 2006

Oct. 9th, 2006

River is lying on one of the couches, stretched out with her toes pointed in automatic habit and her gaze fixed on the ceiling. Her hair spreads around her, dangling over the edge of the cushions.

She's wearing her black biking-style shorts today without a skirt over them, and a shirt in mottled shades of yellow. Her hands are folded tidily on her stomach, left hand wrapped loosely around right wrist.

mortisbelle.livejournal.com

Medieval Lady.

Bar near the observation window.

No drink.

Botherable? Likely so.

spark-girl.livejournal.com

Agatha has been spending quite a bit of time on her work lately, so she's taking tonight off. She can currently be found curled up in a chair by the fireplace, reading a good book that Bar provided. Her dingbots aren't about to leave her just because she's not working, so they're playing what appears to be a game of tag nearby.

Feel free to come talk to her.

sorrowfulmisery.livejournal.com

There is a bio weapon in her usual booth in the bar. She's rather content laying where she is. She seems to be in an odd mood too because she's humming. Her hands are over her stomach and her legs are raised up a bit to show the berettas that peek from under the short black dress she's wearing. But those are the only guns on her.

Bother her if you wish. She won't bite unless you ask or unless she knows you personally and you're comfortable with it.

3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com

((OOM. At another one of his bachelor pads, Eros and Goldy stop having sex for ten minutes. Millitimed to October 2nd.))

misterparker.livejournal.com

[ooc: Parker takes Jack to get a tattoo.]

kayip.livejournal.com

Behrooz is sitting at the piano again.

He doesn't particularly want to leave again, but being at the piano is probably a sign that he's at least unconsciously resigned to doing so soon, and so was taking advantage of this while he could. Somehow, visualizing the notes in his mind when bored just isn't really the same.

At the moment, he's just playing through scales, and there's some sheet music from the Bar open in front of him.

somethingulose.livejournal.com

Fuming, The Witch slams the door behind her.

Don't you know what's out there in the world? she'd asked. She'd accused. She'd-

She spins around, an angry eye turned to her new surroundings.

This was that LAST thing she needed.

Current Mood: angry

vaapadmaster.livejournal.com

It is morning, early morning, and there is a Jedi Master of the Old Order outside, going over morning drills.

Feel free to watch or interrupt.

No, not all drills involve lightsabers.

luckbun-yoyo.livejournal.com

It is just before school starts, and Momoko is fresh from the shop down the street, one big brown bag full of her favorite sweets. With a bright smile and a spin on one foot, she holds the bag up. "The best candies are mine again!" She says happily, before she steps through the door to the shop to the street outside.

...Only, this is not outside. Where was Tokyo City? As she stands in the doorway, she blinks her red eyes at the sight before her. A bar. Where there was once a grand city with many tall buildings, there is now a bar. She blinks slowly for a moment.

Momoko Akutsutsumi has entered Milliways.

not-broomboy.livejournal.com

Tick tock old clock
Dragons fly and so does time
Ding dong done wrong
Witches live in song and rhyme

.................................Do re mi fa
.................................How to live and where to go
.................................So la ti do
.................................Choose your path and make it so

Tra la tra le
What makes home and what's it matter
Tra le tra la
Forge things strong or they will shatter

In other words, then, Liir and Trindle are downstairs having breakfast at the bar. Liir, for his part, is, as usual, barely eating but Trindle is downing her bottle enthusiastically. The man seems to be thinking, chewing something over with his mind instead of his mouth and for once in his life, he actually wouldn't mind being interrupted.

sime-channel.livejournal.com

On the eleventh day Suzi is not staring at the door helplessly (she's just glancing up at it. Helplessly), she's settled on the couch with one foot tucked up under herself and the other one on the ground. When she shifts around, the one on the ground jingles merrily. Suzi? Is definately fond of the pants. She couldn't sit like this in her skirt.

She's putting the final touches on the silver necklace she started yesterday, tapping pretty glass beads into the settings and closing them carefully.

looksunjapanese.livejournal.com

And now, on to day three of 'Avoiding Fangirls With Yuki'.

Today's episode is filmed before a live audience, compliments of Milliways - The bar at the end of the universe.

[Insert catchy theme-song and commercial break]

And here we find our star, and every girl's favourite author, lounging on a sofa with a book and pack of smokes. He looks quite ...comfortable.

--Ok, not much of hook, or even a plot-line, but keep watching-- maybe he'll do tricks. ... :D?

button-masher.livejournal.com

In the corner, there is a gamer.

Reading a Star Wars book.

And he's the one in the blue shirt.

No, you are not hallucinating. But this is why he's in the corner. No one must see him enjoying a Star Wars book! Even if the all glorius Karen Traviss has written it.

[blah, mun forgot: canon puncturing rules apply. cursing is inevitable. just be glad the fruit fucker is not here.]

unwraith.livejournal.com

He's not as surprised to find himself inside Milliways this time, but a little annoyed. Really, some warning would be
nice. Wraith aren't big on losing control of situations.

Michael just sighs and heads for the Bar proper, but keeps one eye out for any familiar faces.

Go on and poke at him, if y' want. He doesn't bite.
Hard.

sansa-stark.livejournal.com

Sansa comes downstairs, in a long dress of black lambswool. A cloak is slung over one arm - someone's planning to go for a walk after breakfast.

She sits at Bar, orders some porridge and milk, and begins eating. As she eats, she watches the crowd. It's such habit that she doesn't notice anything new until her porridge is almost gone.

Sansa sees the Door.

A startled motion tips her glass of milk, which thunks against the bartop and spills its contents onto the floor.

"Oh." If she can speak, this means this isn't a dream. You can't speak the words you want to in dreams. "Oh."

The Door.

For a time, Sansa sits on her stool, motionless. Then she begins wiping away small, stray tears.

organicmeatbag.livejournal.com

[OOM: In the morning, upstairs in his room, Revan and the Exile deal with the repercussions of the night before.

Millitimed to yesterday morning and warnings for mild and brief adult themes, awkwardness, and continued angst apply.]

treadingturds.livejournal.com

She's really out of the loop, is Jocasta, about what's going on with the plans. But she trusts they're under way, and she trusts people will tell her when she's needed. So she continues to train, when she's feeling up to it, and keeps her practice up to her usual high standards.

Right now, though, the black-clad young lady is sitting at a table in the bar, with a bowl of porridge in front of her.

It's not being consumed very fast.

dontlooklisten.livejournal.com

There's a table near the fireplace that's been commandeered for completely non-lunch-related purposes despite the time of day. That is, unless a record turntable and a whole lot of tools qualify as lunch.

Hint: they don't. Whistler respects his audio equipment too much for that, even if he hasn't bothered choosing a table with any degree of decent lighting or niceties like that. Besides, he already ate.

Audio innards, anyone?

stopped-signal.livejournal.com

Mr. Universe is at a table in the middle of the bar. He doesn't have his laptop open right now, but instead there's a small tray of chips, diodes and transistors off to one side, and a shattered circuit board in front of him.

He has a repair kit open on the table, and he's trying the delicate job of fixing it.

bright-burning.livejournal.com

Fire wanders on through her door, shaking ash from her hair. A quick stop at bar for a pile of napkins and a glass of wine, and she's sprawled in an armchair, lighting the napkins on fire and tossing them in the air, letting them float down in little balls of ash and flame.

Somewhat surprisingly, nothing else is even being singed.

Oh yeah. She's that good.

eiattu_pride

This place, regardless of the explanations, is damn confusing. Rial has hesitantly ordered a cup of caf from Bar, thanked her, and gone to stare out of the Window.

It's - big.

And bright.

...he's been there for a while now. Perhaps you ought to prod him?

whiteabsolution.livejournal.com

After getting situated in Milliways, she's back in her old dress, she missed the corset and the stockings and the laces. Sugar takes a seat at a booth, a book resting in her lap as she orders a glass of water from a wandering waitrat (which she was still most fascinated by). Once her order was placed, she picks up her novel and begins to read

Please come bother her, she won't bite...unless you'd like her to ofcourse.

notboundnow.livejournal.com

V. OOM: The eagle is coming, and Hermes comes to Mount Caucasus with one last plea for Prometheus to come to his senses. We all know how that one ended up.

cat_wth_panache

The front door opens and in comes an orange cat, leaping through the air and yowling in pain. He lands on his tushy in the middle of the floor and quickly begins fanning his smoking tail with his hat while muttering a long string of spanish that probably isn't suitable for polite company.

qsilver-md.livejournal.com

Kevin is at a table, going over some experiment results.

Kevin does not know about snakes inna bar ~~yet~~.

He'd welcome company.

sime-channel.livejournal.com

At some point later in the day Suzi Darley comes back downstairs. After a brief (nerve wracking) conversation and an even briefer trip to the library for a template she hands her payment for her tab over to Bar and gets a cup of soup and a pair of cargo pants in return. There is a comfortable margin there, so she smiles a bit and accepts the soup. And the pants.

She's considering never wearing a skirt again.

Then she settles down on the couch to work on her job, sculpting minute bits of gold and onyx into scales. All of these actions except the sculpting is accompanied with a soft jingle-jingle-jingle of ankle bracelet.

guppy_sandhu

Guppy is sitting by the infirmary, nose in one of a pile of books. He's looking somewhat concerned - hasn't found any leads on his latest case yet.

He's botherable - he's been sitting there for hours, and if you're a scientist he'd rather like to pick your brains. If not, well you still might know something he doesn't, or find yourself in possession of a cup of tea.

night-hibiscus.livejournal.com

[OOM: After this.

Kilika -- Two views.

Click here to download the canonical FMV of this scene in .rar format.]

blueeyedjohnny.livejournal.com

Johnny is sitting at the bar, smoking a cigarette and looking at a note the bar gave him, with a small frown.

( Which simply reads... )

He gets himself a pint of beer and looks around the room for someone he can talk to without getting shot for his trouble.

turned_captain

Will is fresh faced and clean as he comes down from his room. Surpsiingly clean, actually, for a working man. Especially a blacksmith.

He's been working all morning in the soot and the heat of the forge, though, but left a while ago to retreat, and scrub up. And he could tell you a thing or two about showers.

Nothing you didn't already know, but Will's fascinated by them. Just don't ask what happened to him the first time he took that. He won't mention it in any company.

So now, damp hair pulled off his face, freshy washed and shaved, he sits iat a tabel in the bar, waiting for his fiancee to join him for lunch.

and-far-away.livejournal.com

Sharpe is in the bar, sitting somewhere with a good view of the room.

He's keeping a special eye out for Zekka Thyne - just in case - and for Wes Janson, who he'd like a word with soon.

But anyone else is welcome to come and talk to him.

jedi-exile.livejournal.com

{OOM: The Exile dreams again. New faces, same ending. The blood never goes away. Warning for some adult theming in the beginning and general creepiness.}

shufti

She thought she was being followed down the corridor. Thought she heard footsteps around the corner.
Came very close to shooting a lampshade that looked at her funny damnit.

She sits down in a booth, trying to settle Jack, who is becoming aggitated by his mother's persistant paranoia.

yuppie-trash.livejournal.com

Sitting at a booth, back straight, shoulders stiff. Suit (Valentino) and tie. Reading through the New York Times with stoic repetition that eats away at the day's inner tumults and compulsions. A day ago, he had slipped. He thinks about getting a pet (a Borzoi perhaps, or a Scottish terrier) because talking to a dog is supposed to do well against stress. He thinks about the rate of yen and the Nikkei market. He thinks about global warming.

He doesn't think,
homeless man groaning in pain, smelling like shit
about anything.
before he died.

Current Music: "Homeless," Paul Simon

not-that-anakin.livejournal.com

Anakin enters the bar from upstairs. He trots over to bar and smiles, greeting her as a friend. He walked behind the bar really quickly but instead of grabbing a tray, he orders some food and a Corellian Ale. Darn you, Han you got your son addicted. He then moves to a chair by the fire, ready to relax.

mandalorianheir.livejournal.com

There's a Mandalorian sitting in the Bar, not doing a whole lot...in fact, he's doing mantainance on his weapons.

You'd be surprised how much gunk just 'shows up' in a blaster.

He won't kill you if you bother him.

Really, he won't.

Unless you have a bounty on your head.

k_in_black

"No report? Since when?"

"Well, don't contact me. Report it to Zed asap, and--. Ah, hell, I'm at Milliways, going offline. Upload your report once--."

The Door shuts. Static.

"Dammit," K mutters at his MiBlackberry as he comes up to the bar. "With what we pay the Squids for these things, You'd think I could get service at the End of the Universe. A bourbon, Darlin', if you please. 16-year Hirsch Reserve."

sansa-stark.livejournal.com

Sansa has written notes, with quill and ink instead of pen – to help her start thinking of home. "Bar," she asks of, obviously, Bar, "Will you please deliver these to their intended recipients?" She puts them down, and they disappear. Sansa blinks, but then smiles.

( To Annie Wells )

( To Plourr )

( To Mary Lennox )

( To Tyrion )

That done, she waits by the bar for the one farewell she dreads. But, despite what she wrote to Tyrion, she won’t wait for him that long. Sansa is a bit of a liar.

She’ll soon vanish through the door, into a cold, dark stone hallway, gasping as her clothes change to a dress of blue lambswool....

Then the Door shuts.

valdemars-mage.livejournal.com

Elspeth is causing dust motes to move. She'd told herself that she wouldn't touch the power till she had a teacher but that was impossible. She couldnt' find anyone.

For the millionth time just today she reaches out for Gwena and then remembers she can't hear her. So she goes back to making dust move. Her head pounds and her control is barely there. She is exausted... but she's got to do something.

Someone should come slap her for idocy, before she managed to crack open a tree or something.

leftthecradle.livejournal.com

There is a Ranger at a table, observing the show outside the Window.

On the table in front of him is a glass teapot, a steaming kettle, several cups and some little green nodule things.

Company, as always, is appreciated.

gone_byebye

Those nearest the door might notice a faint screaming sound moments before the door opens. Ray steps in with the exhausted look of someone who has had it up to HERE* with life in general right now, and the screaming gets louder. It sounds, in fact, as if it is coming from his messenger-bag, which was so recently purchased that it still has the price tag hanging from one end.

"Has anybody got a very small wooden stake and some holy water?" he calls.

*Assume this is accompanied by a gesture of the hand somewhere between Ray's eyebrows and the top of his hair.

milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com

Wells steps back into the Bar from London, looking very much as if he could use a breather. Damn it, full moon's past and he still can't ease himself into dealing with the city without wanting to smack someone.

Yorkshire, he thinks, had better have some damn good real estate prices.

For now, though, he'll settle for beer from the Bar.

forge-fire.livejournal.com

Hephaestos seems to have found a booth.

On the table, he's got a plain silver briefcase of some sort, simple enough with a handle and clasps. It's pushed to the back of the booth, however, to be pulled up later. He himself is still working on the bird, the great red phoenix he'd been feathering earlier. All the feathers are on now, of course, but he's doing the final adjustments while he waits.

He is not, however, averse to company.

mitanarchist

Something seems unusual about Collins today. There seems to be a lack of vodka which has been replaced by a glass of red wine. Also, he's sitting at the fire and not at the bar. He sips the wine and lets it linger on the tastebuds as he ponders whether to order it for the restaurant or not.