milliways_bar | Oct. 18th, 2006

Oct. 18th, 2006

ironside-pixie.livejournal.com

[OOM: Picture Perfect - on the hardest day of her life, Kaye gets an unexpected visitor.]

[OOC: It should be noted that this OOM, like the last one, is set in Kaye's PAST, but Roiben's present. Fun with timelines. Also I totally invented that sarcastic title spur of the moment. Yay! Small spoilers for Tithe.]

Current Mood: depressed

explorertruman.livejournal.com

"ACHOO!" Truman was in the bar. Sneezing and sniffling some. He didn't look very happy today. Also had a headache, and felt pretty blah today. Shivering a little too while he sit near the fireplace.

Yep, looks like flu, though it wasn't something he had much experience with. (Studio gave him flu shots, under the line of inoculations. And made him take vitamins, and get plenty of sleep regularly). So being sick like this was somewhat new for him.

Feel free to say something, or duck from the germs.

(ooc: flu mini-plot, rules as mentioned by Quin and company. up to you on whether you want your pup to get sick or not.)

kitchen_maid

It's been several months, for her, since Amy came into the bar, which clever observers may notice by the fact that she is no longer pregnant, and is, in fact, carrying a very blonde baby girl in her arms.

"Come on, darling," she says, as they come through the door. "There are so many people you need to meet."

[OOC: Mun has tentative connection and may vanish, but should be around for a bit, and is happy to slowtime, if necessary.]

tibetanmethod

[Out of Milliways, and into Twin Peaks:

All work and no play makes Audrey Horne sulky. It also makes her take it out on Dale Cooper.

For the record, he didn't like trigonometry either, when he was her age.]

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

That high and tuneless whistling?

That'd be Ace, who has taken over one of the tables, and is twisting together wires from various tiny contraptions.

See, her ammo is low. Time to build up her stores again.

thiefprinceremy.livejournal.com

The thief was still around, sitting at one of the smaller tables having his usual breakfast ~~of champions~~. Cafe au lait and a plate of beignets.

Go talk to him or something, he'll probably share, and might show you a bit of prestidigitation while he's at it. He's easily bored and as much as he likes it here, he's thinking of heading out again, just for a while.

faithful-slayer.livejournal.com

Faith's in the bar.

She's still blue.

velocitygirl

{OOM: Inyri heads home. As in Kessel. Her father is ready to forgive and forget, and for that much, Inyri is wearily thankful.}

beauty-marred.livejournal.com

It's morning. It's quiet.

Narcissa slips downstairs and orders a bit of tea and toast (with jam) for breakfast, and then sits at a table to eat.

Catch her while you can. She won't hang around the riff-raff for long.

dnaromantic.livejournal.com

Out of Milliways: Hospitals bore Greg Sanders.

Otherwise known as "canon sucks."

Spoilers for CSI 7x04.

eostre-of-dawn.livejournal.com

A curvaceous blonde goddess walks in and smiles. It's been too long. She moves gracefully over to Bar herself and lays a fond hand on her surface.

"Hello dear, remember... oh..."

A tequila sunrise appears bext to her hand, and she grins broadly.

"Thank you dear, knew I could count on you."

bohemian-mark.livejournal.com

[OOM: There are things that brothers just have to say. Or: Why Roger can't be the wedding singer.]

The door opens, and Mark walks into the bar, a huge grin on his face. He wanders over to Bar, gets a tea, and a cookie that says Congratulations!. Facepalming, he takes it. "Huh. I guess everyone knows." He goes to a booth, the grin not leaving. Feel free to talk to him. Especially if you know or want to know what happened.

the_man_in_the_box

It has taken him several days, but he has managed to convince himself that it is okay to return to the main bar itself. He approaches the counter and, with mild trepidation, asks the following:

"Might I acquire a blank journal and a pen, please?"

He waits patiently and startles when the items appear on the counter.

"Thank you. And might I also have a cup of tea and a plate of chocolate wafers?"

He is cautious and specific about his requests, for fear he might be served the vile beverage he had the first night he entered the bar. He would rather not try that again.

The tea and cookies are next to the journal and pen and Robbie takes a moment to coordinate his items and locate an empty table at which he might sit and write.

vaapadmaster.livejournal.com

Mace got his usual light lunch. And for some reason, Bar decided to give him a candy bar.

Well, after done with lunch... why not indulge a bit? The Jedi Master unwraps the candy bar... and eats it. While he relaxes and watches people, why not come talk?

[[ Band Candy Plot specifics here. ]]

sime-channel.livejournal.com

A glass of water, lukewarm, with a hint of ginger. Bar offers it when Suzi comes down from another night of fitful sleep and nightmares.

Suzi, for her part, pats Bar's top, and leaves the water there while she finds her preferred couch-end. Things to do, people to seek, and Suzi is finishing up several things. The fish is in a pocket, finished. A necklace is in another pocket, finished, and she's got Tom Sawyer to read.

janusdevotee.livejournal.com

Ethan comes downstairs, carrying a few nondescript cardboard boxes and setting them on the Bar.

"Now, then," he murmurs. "I've been considering the merits of barter. I don't really know what you'll think these are worth, but whatever it is, put it towards my tab if you would, love."

After a moment the boxes disappear, and he smiles, looking pleased.

"Lovely."

He turned and headed back upstairs.

[Plot post only; no tags please, as the Abby is tired but wanted to get the plot started.]

jaded-jedi.livejournal.com

Mara Jade in the bar, staring at a glass of wine in front of her, and sometimes at the wall where the door should be.

Only it's not.

And her wine's not very interesting anymore.

action-antihero.livejournal.com

[OOM, Millitimed to a week ago: After a disturbing nightmare, Jack and Chris talk about a few important things.]

princeinexile

There is a prince wrapping some tiny package at the back. It's a little late-- but Zuko's fairly sure it'll please who it's for. He worked hard on it -- the forge is easier to deal with these days and the wolf is more managable, but still, this is more delicate work then he expected to be doing when he apprenticed to the smithgod.

And double-ironically? It's not for Steph. But that dosen't mean it's not heartfelt! Really. It's for his other family. The one that has the furry people in it. You know. That family.

Gift wrapped in lucky red, he sets it aside on the table, before he heats the remain gold to bendable softness in his hand and molds it, keeping himself occupied with playing with it like some fairly resistant play-dough.

the-h-star-r.livejournal.com

[OOM: Homestar went home and learned some stuff.]

Homestar inna bar, but along with his usual smoothie moustache, he has a blender with the remains of the smoothie & a GameBoy in it.

"Homestar Runner, you're a genius," he says to himself. "Now Marzipan can't have a smoothie and FOOP! me out of here."

[OOC: Warning! Mun's favorite fold-em-up computer is acting up. If I don't respond for a while, that's why.]

dragonofgrey.livejournal.com

Draco was lounging in a booth toward the back. Looking forward to the weeks ahead. There was some tea by him, but it was swiftly cooling at this point. He seemed rather drowsy, eyes slowly closing like he was going to fall asleep.

Like...about...now. Zzzzz....

He should really know better than to get sleepy in a place like this. All sorts of things could happen.

loving-uncle.livejournal.com

Mind you, bar patron, that it is possible - nay, likely - that there is a notice on the board. A small notice, in the corner of the board. A minuscule notice, in the far upper left hand corner of the board. So far in the corner and so utterly tiny that it is likely you cannot read it at all. So, really, that notice is of absolutely no matter to you.

What may be of matter to you, on the other hand, is the presence of one quite handsome, suave, charismatic and enrapturously charming young man. Oh, no, he isn't anybody famous, no.

Unless, of course, he is.

the_lioness

With the exception of a leisurely ride around the lake this morning, Alanna hasn't left the couch today. She even missed her visit with Thom, instead sending along her regrets and a new book from Myles’s library. The note had included strict instructions not to spill anything on it. The papers and maps around her had not been quite so lucky, apparently, having recently found themselves covered in fruit juice. Cursing, Alanna looks around for a towel and not seeing one, takes off her sweater and uses that to clean up the liquid instead. It has, as they say, been one of those days.

[OOC: please ping eccofiore before tagging due to mun's increasingly scratchy throat and the possibility that she may drop off at some point. Thanks.]

watcher-g-man.livejournal.com

Giles came into the bar, still a bit troubled about recent events. He ordered some tea, and some dinner. He also received a dessert. Namely a brownie with shaved chocolate on top.

Strange, but it was quite good. Delicious finish. Something seemed vaguely familiar about the taste, but he didn't think anything of it. He was now relaxing casually at his seat, and watching the bar.

kayip.livejournal.com

[OOM: There's finally a destination, but more is missing than explained.]

milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com

Matters have been going fairly well in Harry Wells' world; Arithon's been helping Philippa out as a child minder, Harry's dad's been doing all kinds of home improvements, that sort of thing. Harry's even been able to get to Yorkshire to check out possible homes worth moving to. He's just been entirely too busy to even try and get back to Milliways.

Busy eventually lets up, so he's here now and fetching himself a pint of Bass from the Bar. It's good to be back.

scapepig

Large pig in the bar, munching on something the bar gave him. Looks like some sort of candy bar. In any case, he appears to enjoy it.

And then he pauses for a moment.

What am I sitting around for? I should be taking over the world! Or at very least, planning to take over the world.

He asks bar for a sheet of paper and a piece of charcoal and starts an immensely elaborate diagram there and then.

guppy_sandhu

Guppy is in one corner of the bar, quite near the infirmary, attempting dinner for the first time since he was struck down with flu. He's looking quite a lot better by now, although he's taking care to stay away from anyone not infected.

He'd rather like some company all the same. Just not too close.

[ooc: Yes your pup can catch flu off him if they want, but he's trying really hard not to let them.]

qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com

[Pre-Milliways: "Oh my little fishie one, my fishie one, why you gotta come and be 'la llarona'! Oh I'm gonna make you run, make you run, and jump out the window, oh 'la llarona'!"

Darien walks into the bar backwards, looking as if he's just seen something that creeps him out. Considering he's come from the middle of a mission, that's not exactly out of the ordinary. The fact that he's in a pair of pajama bottoms and that he's soaking wet?

Well... aside from the eyecandy, that is a bit peculiar. He doesn't seem too pleased about it either.

"Can't a guy get some frickin' rest?"

dragon-tamer-po.livejournal.com

The bar is now richer by one doctor, in particular Dr. Sally Po, M.D., PhD. She's flopped onto a couch near the fireplace, which is not her normal position. Also not normal is the fact that her papers for work, normally kept neatly inside a file folder, are strewn all over the place.

It's... probably not clear that she's a medical doctor, either, if the massive amount of bags of crisps, soda cans, the jar of melt-your-tongue salsa, and the half-eaten bag of Reese's are anything to judge by. But there do seem to be some candy bar wrappers in there as well, that don't see to have come from any sort of bag. Hmm...

This doesn't seem to be Sally's primary concern, however. That would be the small screen her gaze is fixated upon as her fingers rapidly, and surprisingly skillfully, mash at the array of small controls on the handheld gaming unit.

Er.

jedi-exile.livejournal.com

Somehow, when she ordered tea and crackers...she got tea and a candy bar. She poked at it for a moment, before cautiously unwrapping it and nibbling on it. Wasn't too bad.

So now she has tea and a candy bar wrapper, after eating the whole things. S'good!

always-win.livejournal.com

Snow has. . . taken to Milliways. Like that proverbial duck, and the expanse of liquid. The food is good, the drinks are sublime, and the company is rarely disagreeable, and even more rarely is it less than interesting.

Having said that, she never does know when a door is going to lead to Milliways - she's pretty sure there must be a trick to it, but she hasn't quite worked out what it is yet. Whilst, usually, she doesn't mind the door, today she's a little annoyed. She'd been on her way out to a party, and is dressed up in her very best.

Her very best is really rather striking. If she's looked beautiful when people have seen her before, now she is positively breath-taking. Poets have been known to write odes to her hair, and an entire symphony was once inspired by her walk. This is a flowery way of saying that she is hott. With two 't's.

She is also in the bar, and not her garage, where she had expected to be. She purses her lips, and heads for the bar. It's not as if her driver will have to wait, and no-one's cognac is better than Bar's.

last-king.livejournal.com

Tirian didn't ask the bar for cocoa, but with how cold it's getting outside, he's not going to refuse it. He does, however, thank her for the unexpected treat before carrying it over to his usual spot near the fire.

theravenboy

After speaking to Kim Ford and Paul Schafer (thread still in progress), Bran Davies stops at the bar to leave a note for Merriman Lyon.

16 October 1978

Merlion,

I learned something this evening that you need to know. Look for me in the bar. If I do not see you within the week, I will write a letter with further details.

Bran Davies