milliways_bar | Oct. 21st, 2006

Oct. 21st, 2006

snorkacklover.livejournal.com

Luna’s default setting is ‘drift’, and she’s doing exactly that as she makes her way down the stairs, humming a little under her breath. One hand traces the edge of the banister, and the other drags a rather large umbrella behind her.

Today, it’s sporting a rather fine (if a little painful on the eyes) rainbow-striped pattern.

screeee-donk it goes, as it scrapes down each step.

screeee-donk

asar-suti.livejournal.com

Asar-Suti had been out.

He now returned, looking very introspective but also somewhat gloating.

Closing the door carefully behind himself, he walked through the bar, vanished into the kitchen door, and was gone.

kurosakiboy.livejournal.com

~~Because the mun REALLY needs to get in touch with Ichigo as he is in this universe...~~

Ichigo's seated at a table, a plate of cookies (chocolate chip, still warm) pushed a little off to the side. He seems to be concentrating very hard, and has little time for the treats he ordered. Every few minutes, cursing can be heard, as well as the occasional fist banging on the table.

Making a castle out of cards is hard dammit!

aj_crawley

Over by the fire, Crowley is pretending not to look as though he got run over by a truck.

(Strictly speaking, he did not.)

Visibility: Good Crowley's finely-clad arse.

ironside-pixie.livejournal.com

[OOM: Promises: Kaye makes a big mistake. And when Styx is involved there's no going back.]

Current Mood: scared

ironside-pixie.livejournal.com

Directly after this.

Human. The one word that had become foreign to her in such a short time. Now she had to relearn it all over again. Understand it's nuances, it's ways. Understand how she had functioned like this before. Kaye walks past the line of the lake, half in a daze; the wet grass leaves moisture trails on her boots and the bottom of her jeans, but she barely notices. She finally falls, thudding onto her back in a pile of half-rotted clover. It's so intensely like the first time she saw herself - real, the true her, a pixie - that she laughs for the irony of it, a small frightened sound.

The sky is one large expanse of blue, so solid in its color that it terrifies her. Where have the facets gone? She can't see them anymore.

[ETA: Curfew soon. Slowtimes :D!]

mandercommander.livejournal.com

Bonzo is down in the Bar, in his Jedi robes once again. It's been...a bit since he got back from rescuing Petra, and he's at least rested up from it (and not in that blasted armor anymore, thank goodness). Which means that he might be up for conversation/chatting/psychoanalysis. Any takers?

didntseeit.livejournal.com

[OoM: It should be November 9th, 2003]

iambetadraconis

Two days after Tower gave him his reading Rabastan's ~~getting an entrance post for the first time in a while~~ in the bar.

Smiling slightly to himself, ears slightly red, and he's enjoying a nice plate of bacon, eggs, sausage and sliced tomatoes, but otherwise he's just fine.

More than fine.

Hell he's feeling bloody optimistic for the first time in Merlin-knows-how-long, and he's got Tower to thank for that.

Funny how the Card of Calamity, Sudden Shock and Unexpected Change can do that to you.

Better send him a thank-you note.

When the path the cards pointed out have been realised of course.

Current Mood: content
Current Location: In the bar
Current Music: "I'll Be Missing You" - Puff Daddy and Faith Evans

md_donighal

Last night, sometime after his conversation with Whistler, Michael headed back to Paragon City with plans of finishing the mission he'd been trying to work on when he came in last time.

Not so much.

Now he's back inna bar, ready to party.

bohemian-mark.livejournal.com

It isn't often that Mark leaves the Loft at night. He's gotten used to noise. There was something about last night, however that drove him to abandon the Loft for quieter sleeping pastures. He hadn't heard Roger and Mimi going at it like that for ages.

He shuffles down from upstairs, hair mussed, in a t-shirt and his boxers (black with spacemen and robots, and planets in various colours ~~that he stole from his mun, wtf~~), and walks to the laundry room, returning to the bar with a basket of various clothes. On the top is a pair of jeans, bellbottoms, ripped slightly in various places. He holds them up, and blinks sleepily at them. "What the hell. My pants didn't look like this yesterday, they just had chocolate on them." Poor boy has band-candied his pants. Whoops.

sime-channel.livejournal.com

Suzi is looking for people. Garion is the name that sticks in her head most (combined with, um, tall), but by day twenty-three, its almost (almost) more important that she talks to a doctor.

Well. Not really more important, or almost as important, but she'd really, really like something other than fosbine because no matter how strong its brewed there comes a point where it just quits being effective.

Her arms hurt.

whychoosefear.livejournal.com

Paul isn't the type of person who goes out of his way to be noticed under most circumstances.

He's quite grateful for Milliway's abundance of fireplaces, since it is getting fairly cold in the city, and heat in the community center has been out for a few days.

organicmeatbag.livejournal.com

Revan has commandeered one of the booths. There are two wrappers from eaten chocolate, another half eaten bar of candy, and a glass of blue milk on the table before him and a datapad and stylus in hand. He goes from munching on another piece of chocolate to drinking some of the milk to inputting notes in Aurebesh on the datapad that might not quite make sense to others but makes perfect sense to him.

He mumbles in several languages as he inputs the notes, bouncing from Basic to Mando’a to the jabbering Jawaese to Ryl and swearing in Shyriiwook when he keys in something wrong.

It should be noted that the notes are not of important consequence, just writings about his dream and about spaces routes and planetary systems. For those that know Aurebesh, and have a good look at the screen, there may be words like "conquest" and "invasion fleet" and "plan of attack" that stand out among the writing but, really, it’s nothing to worry about.

He is simply trying to see if he can remember by formulating another plan. And he may be slightly bored and it helps to pass the time.

twostandingby

[OOM: Late at night in room 181, there is an attempt to talk through the bad things that have been happening lately in Milliways.]

looksunjapanese.livejournal.com

Sandy haired Japanese author in a booth. Nothing new.
With a laptop, reading glasses, and cigarette. Also not uncommon.
Content. In fact, almost smiling. ...Rather unusual.

clumsy_auror

[OOC: Something's a little off in the Tonks-Wrangle flat.]

petraarkanian.livejournal.com

Its strange how clothes never seem to fit correctly after quite a while of disuse. Problem being, Petra really doesn't know how long she went without using the things the bar had for her. And they barely fit. The shirt is very baggy, and the pants are held up by the addition of a belt the bar had so nicely given her.

She's sitting in one of the chairs by the fire, half hidden in shadow. She's just staring at the flames blankly, no telling what is running though her mind.

shufti

Shufti is sitting by the trilobite tank on the floor, with her sword across her knee and the baby playing next to her. Having made the sword look shiny, she is now busy with a mix of red stuff carefully adding 'blood marks' to it.

gone_byebye

Now is not a good time to be in New York. The PKE readings overall are worryingly high and the air has a distressingly greasy feel to it, as if something's trying to coalesce but hasn't decided exactly where yet.

Ray's just glad he's here, now, and is not going to question the circumstances of how or why. Dinner away from the restless dead is enough to make him happy right now.

sime-channel.livejournal.com

OoM: Some things don't translate well. Some, unfortunately, get their point across anyway.

Discussion of hentai, but no ratings required.

somnium-sum.livejournal.com

[From here.]

"--the dancing. Wait, Kaye, this isn't--" The door swung away from his hand and he turned abruptly on his heel to grab for the doorknob. Slipped through his hand and closed with a very definite sounding click, and he narrowed his eyes at it. "It's going to be like that now, is it?"

Bound.

For a minute, he expects the door to answer. "Fine." He turns from the door, leans his back to the wall, looking around the room filled with people.

the_man_in_the_box

Perhaps he should not have partaken of the chocolate he had been given earlier. Perhaps he should have been more cautious. Perhaps he should have stayed in his room.

He did none of those things.

As he enters the bar, he takes a good look around, then takes several running steps and slides across the floor. He's wearing only socks on his feet, you see.

He whoops and hollers and seems to be genuinely enjoying himself...

~~what or who might he bump into along the way?~~

undignified

It's not exactly been the best week of his life (though not the worst, either, and at least the rats in this prison are cleaner than most), but Wes is out of the cells, now. He even has his blaster back from a still-rather-annoyed Tycho, although (and he grumbles inwardly about this most) he won't be using it on Zekka Thyne again any time soon.

He's in the main bar area, watching out for Isard (and Thyne, he can't not keep looking around for Thyne), and eyeing Bar warily.

"You do have Whyren's left, right?"

There is no response, so he adds, hopefully, "A glass of Whyren's Reserve, please," and it comes with a candy bar ... and an impersonal note.

"A bottle, please," and he retreats to a booth with his chocolate and whiskey.

http://users.livejournal.com/_mother_dearest/

After this argument with Kurosaki Ichigo, Lyrae is sitting out by the lake with a mug of hot cocoa that she got from the bar. She is not exactly sure what the sweet, white things are floating in the surface but after trying one she is far from complaining.

He shouldn't have yelled at her. There was nothing wrong.

It was a touch chilly out so Lyrae pulled her dress over her stockings. It was a much nicer dress than the ones she usually wore, tastefully embroidered and attractively cut. Her hair had been nicely arranged, but the wind by the lake was mussing it. The jeweled pin in her hair was still easily visible.

She was, in short, moping.

Current Mood: melancholy
Current Location: Lakeside

wheelsy_sheriff

Bill's been back home awhile and things are beginning to settle down. He walks into the Bar tonight for the first time in few weeks, coming in the front door. Music follows him and you might be able to catch sight of a small carnival midway as the door closes behind him.

He walks in eating a caramel apple, or at least he's trying to. He's managed to get one bite out of it but most of the caramel has landed on his chin instead of his mouth. As usual when he comes here he wasn't expecting to and it takes a moment for him to register his surroundings. He looks up and does a double take when he see's where he's come too, caramel dribble temporarily forgotten.

leftthecradle.livejournal.com

OOM: After this conversation with a certain ghost-hybrid, the Ranger returns to the Species Restoration Project and makes his report.

no-comb-shep.livejournal.com

There is a Sheppard is the bar. And for once, he doesn't look cranky or on edge. Instead, he's managed to slouch even more than usual, sprawling in a booth and looking quite pleased with life, the universe, and everything. Every so often he takes a bite from a candy bar-addictive, aren't they?-but for the most part, his attention is on watching the rest of the bar.

talkstohats

There's a little old lady seated at a booth in the bar, knitting needles furiously clacking away on green wool. The desired end product appears to be numerous pairs of socks.

(The poor woman has no idea that this harmless activity is often regarded with suspicion in these parts.)

She's muttering to herself - or possibly to the socks - as she works. This is quite usual for old ladies, or so she reasons, and should therefore not cause coment.

"I must get to Lettie somehow," she murmurs, scowling; and then, to the socks: "Well, at least you're going to turn out all right, I'm sure."

awesome_lilly

Lilly's spent enough time in the brothel office and her empty suite for the day. It's very clearly time for a drink.

She orders a vodka tonic and takes a seat at the bar, her back to the door. There's a bit of paperwork with her, but she's ignoring it in favor of glancing around for familiar faces.

dr_temperance

Dr. Temperance Brennan was surprised, but not unhappy, when she opened the door of her office coat closet and found Milliways inside.

A quiet place to work is always good, after all. And a quiet place that provides drinks and lets her get in hours of work while only minutes pass in her own world is even better.

She's settled at a table, working at her laptop, lab coat slung over the back of her chair. There's a cup of coffee at one elbow and an open case file at the other. There's also a human skull on the table that she periodically picks up and examines.

nodistresshere

There's a decided cold snap in the air here, one that took Iella by surprise when she entered from the climate-controlled warmth of her office. When she first stepped through, she had considered finding a seat under a tree by the lake, but upon opening the door and feeling the bite of the wind, she revised her plans on the spot, as only the most adaptable intelligence agents can.

Thus, Iella has a hot mug of caf and a seat on the couch in front of the fire, her datapad resting on the coffee table. She's dressed nondescriptly, like millions of other Coruscanti women, in fitted trousers, boots, and a white wrap tunic. She curls both hands around the mug and breathes in the familiar steam, and she smiles.

talkback.livejournal.com

"The offer still stands.."

Slinking through the front door, muttering to himself, is one Chase Stein. Just returned from having found out, he can bring hs girlfriend back, if he gives up an innocent soul in return.

He throws himself into a chair by the fire, Old Laces head in his lap, cuddling as only a raptor can.

He could use someone to talk to.

angela-edmunds.livejournal.com

Angela enters the bar. She's been at her aunt's for a few days, and now everyone is home. It's nice to be home, but she's missed it here.

She has jeans and a sweater on, as she knows it's near Halloween here, and cold outside the bar. There's a book wrapped around her finger, which is marking where she stopped reading.

She picks a comfortable chair next to the fire, sits sideways with her legs draped over an arm of the chair, and goes back to reading.

underdarkangel.livejournal.com

Drizzt enters in to bar this evening and looks around.

Sighing he approaches Bar and asks for a scroll and ink well.

Pulling a feather quill out if his pack he sits at the counter and begins to write.

Once he is happy with what he has written he rolls up the scroll and deposits it onto Bar's counter tieing it off with a white ribbon with the seal of a unicorn.

"Please see to it that some one from Security recieves this."

As the message dissapears Drizzt orders a glass of wine and turns to survey the Bar.

*********************

The note for security reads thusly in a flowing Elvish script.

Dear Milliways Security

My name is Drizzt Do`Urden, recently I have begun to notice a lack of security present in the bar proper. I have become concerned due to the recent influx of incidents involving injured patrons.
I would like to offer my assistance as well as the assistance of my animal companion Guenhwyvar. Should you need us please leave a message with Bar or seek us out by the lake. I had hoped that I would be able to join your troupe on a permanent basis, and I am currently available to do so.

Kindest regards
Drizzt Do`Urden

kitchen_maid

[OOM: Millitimed to, er, late last July. Logan and Amy tour Neptune, California. With shopping, a mall, a Madison and an Addison, a bit of boating, and a YELLOW Xterra.]

agirllost

Kim has no idea how long she's been away from the bar (and her mun has had one of those months).

Right now she's sitting at the Bar and looking out for people she recognizes.

She might also be flipping through a wedding magazine.

jackdriscoll.livejournal.com

Here is someone you might not have seen in quite a while. Two someones, in fact: an author and his cat. Through no small miracle, Pinot, the cat, has managed to stay next to her owner, who is currently reading a book by the fire.

[ ooc: Thanks to those who tagged; loved the threads! I have to go to sleep now. Slowtime is definitely an option. ]

k_in_black

The door opens, and in strides K, direct from the Brooklyn Botanic Garden. Through the doorway, you can still see a circle of blasted earth. Not for long, though, because an MiB clean-up crew is already moving in.

Judging by the look on K's face, whatever kind of alien it was, it got what it had coming.

K pats the bar counter. "Give me a double tonight, Darlin'. Make it Bookers, if you please. It's been a long day."

Yes, K is in a mood. But he's still polite to Bar--maybe he'll be polite to you too. Of course, Bar gives him bourbon....

door-2-door.livejournal.com

The salesman's at a table, no drink tonight, and the cigarettes have yet to make an appearance. Just watching, thinking, planning. A lot of planning -and the occasional jotting of notes. At least he seems to be keeping occupied, which probably shouldn't be comforting.

gonna_live

[Out of Milliways:

Comparing notes.]

dark-ex-watcher.livejournal.com

Wesley is at the bar, working on a large scotch and an even larger tome of chants from a Mok'tagar clan that's obscure even by Watcher standards.

There's a slight tension on Wesley's face tonight. The library hasn't been terribly cooperative of late, and he's had little luck finding several things of particular--even pressing--interest. That never puts him in a good mood. Fortunately, he has the scotch, and no one has bothered him for a while.

One wonders how long that could possibly continue....

underdarkangel.livejournal.com

Turning around with a glass of wine in hand Drizzt jumps down from the stool he is on a walks over to the fire where Guenhwyvar has managed to procure a nice spot near enough to keep them warm but far enough to the side so the may see the people as they pass.

Drizzt sits down near the fire pulling a book of dragon lore out of his pack as he sits.

Sipping wine he leans against Guenhwyvar using her for support as he reads.

burned-them-all.livejournal.com

Gwendolyn is tucked away in a booth near the observation window, armed with a pen, highlighter, and -most importantly- a bottle of White-Out. That poor History text doesn't stand a chance.

And she's reveling in the kill. Writing rude comments in the margins, and clearly enjoying herself. Come find out what she's up to.

iopenthings

It's been one of those evenings, the kind where everything seems like it's only half done, and no one is making progress, and Door is quite thoroughly sick of the sight of paperwork, and certain people's messy penmanship, and might also be avoiding the rats.

Well, not the waitrats, but--the message-bearing kind.

But bourbon makes for a lovely release of tension, and a really horrid romance novel is a lovely distraction.

So is conversation.

Just--not about business, or feuds, or diplomacy, because Door might have to cry.

Or hit someone.

beauty-marred.livejournal.com

Currently seated near the fire is Narcissa, enjoying a nice hot cup of tea. She spent some time outside this afternoon, taking a brisk walk along the lake shore.

Eventually, however, the chill became too much and she has returned back inside to warm up.

She seems in better spirits than usual.

copper-fray.livejournal.com

Well, she's gotten her stuff together, gotten her head together--

Yeah, right

--and now Erin's ready to go back to Haddyn, back to being a cop, back to looking over her shoulder, looking over Mel's shoulder, and waiting for the next monster that's gonna want to take the Slayer out of commission.

But first there's business here to wrap up.

Which is why Erin leaves a note for Archie and Alanna:

( Note for Security, )

( For anyone else that wonders )

And then, after checking her blaster one last time, Erin's out the door and gone.

last_adam

Books spread out in front of him (informational, complete with pictures he keeps turning upside down to view), as well as supper. Seems he's paying more attention to the books, though, than the food.

seeks-sixfinger.livejournal.com

Inigo is out by the lake, practicing.

This has become a regular occurance since he started coming here again, but tonight there's something different. The maneuvers he's using are flashier than usual, and more energetic as well.

Almost as if he's showing off to whoever might happen to be in the area.

young_tmriddle

Tom's been experimenting in his workroom. Nowadays he has more time for his magical studies; something he's always enjoyed. He hasn't seen Door this evening. When Tom's on a research jag, he can be absorbed in his projects for hours. It's a pleasant surprise to see her in the bar.

He stops by Bar for a cup of hot tea (which tastes oddly sweet) and goes to join her.

guppy_sandhu

The doctor is in

Guppy is sitting by the fire, pretty much recovered from flu and certainly not contagious any more. For now, he's just eating and resting, trying to take better care of himself.

Doesn't mean he's not open for a chat.

yukon-2019.livejournal.com

Lucy's in the bar, curled up in a booth.

It's hard to say, when she arrived and she looks like she herself couldn't tell. In fact there's something hollow in her face, as if someone – or something – has wiped out expression.

Maybe she's watching people (a lot to watch, surely) maybe she's just lost in thought.

twiststheblade

Miho's found herself looking at her door a lot, over the last few days. Not consciously, but if she's sitting in the bar, her eyes will drift back to it. She'll just stare at it, until she catches herself, and intentionally looks somewhere else.

She hasn't realised she's doing it tday, though, sitting on a stool with her back to the bar, a cigarette dangling from her fingers. She looks quite contented, relaxed, glass of bourbon at her elbow, lazy evening ahead of her.

So why is she staring at her door?

argyle_princess

[OOM: Negotiation]

called_lioness

Sometimes, you just want a cup of tea.

Sometimes, though, as Lucy has just found out, Bar provides a bar of chocolate in addition to raspberry tea.

And sometimes, even if you should know better than to trust candy offered without being asked for, you eat it anyway, and so Lucy does, absently, as she settles in a couch with her book.

It's quite good.

The book and candy both, really.