milliways_bar | Nov. 1st, 2006

Nov. 1st, 2006

clumsy_auror

[ooc: Conversations with dead people.]

dragon_twin

[OOM: Melou takes Angela back to Wales for Samhain festivities.]

mistressmaryquitecontrary

At some point over the course of the evening, Mary moves away from the bar to the couch. There are too many people dressed strangely; it's distracting.

And at some point she lays her head down, without really meaning to. At some point, still clutching her pencil, she falls asleep.

At some point, she dreams.

called_lioness

"...I hate you," Lucy informs Bar very calmly.

She is going to run.

As soon as she is able to bring herself to move, she is going to run back to the House of Arch and never leave it again. If you plan to catch her, best be quick, then.

Bar is unsympathetic. Someone needs to live a little, dead or not.

the_antiangst

(Out of Milliways: Conversations With Dead People, in which Angel has a long-needed discussion in place of an old argument.)

maj-ferretface.livejournal.com

Ahh, Thanksgiving in Korea.

It is a time of love, of caring, of sharing, and of gratitude for what one has been given, for the work that one does and the lives saved. It is a time of enjoying the last days of mild weather before the winter sets in, and of goodwill toward men.

"Oh, go get a job!"

Unless, of course, one happens to be Major Frank Burns.

Frank is of average height and build, dressed in Army green complete with rank insignia and cap, blue eyes bright and features sharp. The words are snapped over his shoulder as he steps through the door and presses it closed. Even before he turns to face the main bar, his expression undergoes a transformation, becoming ecstatic (and mildly lecherous).

"Margaret, I--"

Pause.

He slowly turns back to look at the door--big, heavy, solid; it is unmistakably not a tent door--again. He stares, and then his eyes move to look at the bar before his head does.

Frank presses back against the door, eyes wide as saucers, and the big bad major whimpers loudly.

silvia-broome.livejournal.com

Here's a woman you haven't seen in a while.

Virginia Wolfe.

Yup.

(For the curious: Virginia always carries the demeanor of a woman confused! Ask her about her latest novel.)

[ ooc: mun has had some alcohol so she might not be around for long--but she WILL be online all day tomorrow! :D ]

stone-warrior.livejournal.com

[Goliath dreams of a brother lost.]

futures_of_ash

Rachel had been a busy girl. After a fruitless afternoon of trying to decipher numbers, she'd finally asked Bar what they were.

Bank account numbers.

A whole folder full of them.

The entire listing of assets for a worlds Hellfire club. Assets she had won the right to hold. Bar had been more than happy to drain the accounts from that world into Rachel's personal holding...

And she'd encountered a problem.

Sheer inability to contemplate numbers that large.

And so a ( List ) was created to divide the numbers a bit. Each person upon it to receive an equal share. It was still far too much for such a small group to hold, but Rachel figured that these friends wouldn't mind the headache of money...

Hopefully.

Otherwise they could yell at her.

Then with a sigh she received a key, a note from Archie, a bundle of linen, candle, and guitar from Bar. Then, happily, Rachel was headed off to rest before Bar could decide to start nagging her.

undignified

[ oom-ish: pilots make the best not'ghosts; just ask a yellow ace! ]

a_poor_guardian

[OOM: After well over a year of Secret Garden at Milliways, we have at last reached the end of canon.

Come to my garden, nestled in the hill.
There I'll keep you safe beside me.
Come to my garden. Rest there in my arms.
There I'll see you safely grown
And on your way.]

song_tra_bong

[oom: there are loves that you keep and loves that you lose.

Sometimes they come back.]

gotham-knocking.livejournal.com

Sometimes, Bar does weird things. Like decide that three days should pass in 1990 Gotham for Alexander Knox but over a month should pass in the Bar. So Knox has no idea that he missed Halloween. If he knew that he missed a good deal of eye candy, he might kick himself. If he knew that the Bar might have made him an aardvark or Ben Bradlee, he'd be glad he missed that, and still kick himself.

In any case, Knox enters from another workday, drapes his coat over a chair, and orders a beer. The beer comes with a note saying that someone named Lobo is buying. He decides this is his lucky day, and wonder if he should order another.

Then he gets another note from Bar. It simply reads "This is from Rachel Gray." and tells him to look at the tab board.

He looks. He looks several times, in fact.

"That's a lot of zeroes," he mutters.

Witness, if you will, the most interesting change of the day. Alexander Knox has just been transformed into a millionaire.

He orders something a lot stronger than a beer.

[ooc: slowtime probably through the day.]

lichvell-r.livejournal.com

The night was not good for Ravin. Too many cheerful people, ruining her mojo, so, she headed out to the lake area, to try some good old-fashioned creepy scary cold dark woods.

The devilbunnies were just icing on the cake.

Now, she is back inside, and in a booth, basking on the silence.

We can not let the evil girl have peace, can we?

anotherlifebro.livejournal.com

[ oom: he's not scared. not a bit. rated c for creepy cia agents and s for spoilers if you still haven't seen the lost s2 finale. ]

yukon-2019.livejournal.com

Of course it is impossible not to notice Bar's Halloween - with so many people celebrating.

Lucy doesn't like parties. The bigger the worse. That's obvious, for she's spent last day and night trying hard (and quite successful) not to attract attention.

Nevertheless she's been given a costume, maybe by habit, maybe because Bar took a chance to dress the poor kid a little warmer. So here she is, clothed like her world's number one princess. Just look at that hell of a coat, made to keep off heat as well as cold and rain and wind (and to impress, of course). Marvel made of artificial fur.

And than there's that wig ... Oh. It's gone just now.

As things seem to calm down, Lucy dares entering the bar again ... not very princess-like she wouldn't mind finding forgotten candy or some such thing.

akai-suna.livejournal.com

Gaara is no longer dressed as a Power Ranger, and so now his brooding expression is quite obvious. And if anything, the costume change has only made him more confused.

He's sitting in the corner, all but surrounded by his sand. The hand seal for genjutsu dispelling is up, and anyone who can notice that sort of thing will feel huge amounts of chakra coming off him.

He's trying really, really hard to dispel this illusion. It doesn't seem to be working.

i-l1k3-m3.livejournal.com

Caboose found the bathroom.

Aren't you proud of him?

He's now wandering around the bar. There's probably an expression like a lost puppy on his face, but with that helmet on, it's hard to tell.

"Chuuuurch? Church, where are you? I did not know we were going out to dinner tonight, I'm sorry. Please don't hide from me."

sorrowfulmisery.livejournal.com

Alice leaned back in her normal seat down in the bar. There's was quite a bit she had on her mind and a bit of it dealt with Umbrella Corp and the life she'd had there. Which means that there was things that she had to tell Cable. Which is why blue eyes stare around the bar for a moment and she doesn't even notice when the gold ring in her hand gets crushed as she closes her hand around it tightly. Yep, memories... what fun they can be.

stay-strange.livejournal.com

Emily was. . . busy, yesterday. It had been Hallowe'en, after all - and she and the posse had been kept very active. The day after Hallowe'en, however, was reserved for rest, relaxation, and candy.

Emily had felt like spending the day somewhere amusing - so she'd told the Time Out Machine to take her 'somewhere a lot of people get lost', hoping that they would have interesting stories to tell.

It parks itself in the garage, and Emily, followed by her four black cats, finds her way into the bar proper, looking around with satisfaction.

"Oh, this is interesting."

withamagicword

Billy blinks at the paper he holds in his hand.

He looks at Bar, then back at the paper.

"You are absolutely sure this was for me by Rachel Grey? This... this much money, I mean??"

A piece of paper appears.

Yes

"And no word what to spend it on?"

More paper, more words. or one, anyway, somehow conveying impatience.

No

He stares for a little while, then grins. This is weird... but then what isn't weird in his life?

"Okay... well, then. Right."

He swallows, thinking, and then nods. Things to do... a note, and ideas.

"I, ah, am going to need a piece of paper and a pen."

The materials appears and he writes a note. He places it on Bar's surface after folding it several times.

"Could you see that Rachel Grey gets this?"

It disappears and he grins.

"Thank you, Bar! You are cool!"

Then he snags his laptop and the shake he had ordered earlier, heads off, and settles in a booth to think.

twoeyesonthesky.livejournal.com

Quinn makes his way warily down the stairs, waiting for the moment when Bar chooses to surprise him again with-

Well, nothing at all, really. Halloween's over. Thank God. That Bat-suit itched.

He's going to get himself a cup of the local coffee and find a place to sit with it now, and enjoy the return of relative sanity.

prince-arithon.livejournal.com

All in all, he would have said if anyone had asked, the price was worth it. Several days of literally blinding pain, followed by another few of increased sensitivity to light, in return for the death of a man.

Now, however, he's back. The small s'Ffalenn staggers from Bar's door to House of Arch painting and rather less "steps through" than "falls through".

Totally. Worth it.

jedi-exile.livejournal.com

[Conversations with Dead People: a second one for Kira. She talks to a mother she never knew.]

sime-channel.livejournal.com

Suzi is far, far happier in high-heeled shoes, cargo pants, and a t-shirt than she was in what Bar had her in yesterday. She jingles when she comes down the stairs, its a cheerful sound really, and finds a chair to settle into with a book.

A book and a small, discrete sign which says, Suzi Darley, Jeweler, commissions accepted.

stuck-mynock.livejournal.com

Atton had been expecting to be turned back as soon as Halloween had passed. He wasn't, resulting in a very bad-tempered hare chewing lettuce on the table of a booth.

Bar's timing is, it seems, impeccable, as with a pop Atton's returned to humanity, lettuce hanging out of his mouth, eyebrow raised.

It takes a moment for him to realise and spit it out.

argyle_princess

Hannah, back again ~~now that the mun's headache is gone~~.

She's still keeping quietly to the edges of the bar, but she has absolutely no objection to eating lunch here instead of at school.

qsilver-md.livejournal.com

Asleep upstairs, Kevin gets a visitor

undignified

Wes really likes this bright red jacket, which is why he is rather pleased that Bar seems to have let him keep it. Thankfully she isn't insisting on the white clothes and make-up as well (honestly, eyeliner? how hard is that to get off?), although this means his ability to play the guitar is also gone.

Kriffing Milliways.

BUT THE JACKET. It's beautiful.

So he's wearing it, over black pants and white shirt, and sitting in a booth turning a glass of Whyren's around in a circle thoughtfully.

There's a bottle and another glass on the table; maybe for someone to join him, or maybe just for decoration.

the-h-star-r.livejournal.com

Homestar Runner looks very dejected, ready to cry at a moment's notice.

Why?

No trick-or-treating last night, because there wasn't enough night.

What on earth can be done about his disappointing lack of candy?

bohemian-mark.livejournal.com

Mark walks into the bar from outside, whistling to himself idly. As he comes in, his clothes and his camera change. Looking down, he blinks. "Oh, good grief...." He pauses. "... I can't even swear, and my camera is a -kite-. AAAAAAARGH." Come say hello to ~~Charlie Brown~~ Mark.

milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com

You know what's one of the best feelings in the world?

Getting to wear your own clothes and see your own face in the mirror.

No offense to Rachel Grey- who is going to be thanked profusely the next time Harry sees her, or Annie if Annie sees her first- but if you'd just spent two days in the wrong clothes, wrong hair, and wrong set of tattoos (we won't talk about the heartbeat thing, it's too bloody disturbing), you'd be in a damn fine mood too upon setting foot in the Bar. Even if you're still a bit hung over from a fairly lengthy booze-up with Garion last night.

(Those of you who were here last night may have been victims of said booze-up, if only because part of it included several impromptu singing lessons. We apologise for searing the image of the Third Doctor telling Torak, maimed and masked God of Angarak, "NO no no no NO, you're not DOING it right, listen and learn!" into your brains.)

At any rate- Wells has falafel and beer, and will be going back to his world to set Zuko and the others on a certain very unworthy man's guards once he's finished eating.

thebrokensoldier

[OOM: What happened before showing up at Milliways]

He'd decided to leave the high place. You can only stay in one place for so long. And when he was meant to be dead... he couldn't let people see him. Quite frankly that would be a bad thing. He made sure that he was wearing all black and made sure that the turtleneck he wore covered up his barcode. Couldn't let people know he was a transgenic. That he wasn't even human. But when he exited the tower he gives a low growl at the scents that assault him. Way too many people... definitely too many people. Which is why the first thing he does is find a nice dark corner away from them all.

fiveroundsrapid.livejournal.com

Either Halloween's not quite over for everyone, or the Brigadier decided he liked wearing the eyepatch.

This is probably not the case, given the faint scowl he wears as he pores through one last book on the chemistry involved in doing terrible things to plastic.

The mustache is going to take some time to regrow, too.

princeinexile

Zuko did not expect to come down to the bar, order dinner, and get a note with his meal. Sitting down at the bar, he starts to sip his drink when he unfolds it--

--and then promptly shoots scalding hot water across the bar.

"...sorry," is hoarsely said five seconds later.

Well, uhm. That's nice. If he decides to give up, he can go be indpendently wealthy and live like a prince anyway.

cute_bruiser

For some people, it is definitely still Halloween.

This is why, when Molly comes down from her room today, as she steps into the bar her ordinary clothes become a short pink dress with a large white X emblazoned across the front (think Kitty Pryde's Ultimateverse costume, if slightly longer), and matching clumpy pink boots with 'PP' written on them. Her bunny hat becomes a sparkly silver tiara set with a large, pink gemstone in the front.

Princess Powerful surveys her costume and beams. "...Halloween freaking rocks."

guppy_sandhu

Guppy is eating a cheese sandwich.

Yes, that's all you get.

Current Mood: hungry

the_antiangst

And Angel's in the bar.
Not dressed up, in deference to the holiday - Bar's still letting him get away with that, it seems.
And he's got his notebook. More thoughtful expression than anything, but, well, some things merit writing down.
Last night, I had a dream.
Company wouldn't be turned down.

(OOC: May be subject to distraction by homework and/or Nano.)

lethe-forgets.livejournal.com

There is a sudden and overwhelming lack of color – which really is a spectacular addition to the increasingly normal lack of sound.

The shirt and pants are tight to her skin – feet tucked into set of (black) ballet slippers and hands incased in (white) gloves – long curls tucked into a black beret and face painted a far more pale shade than usual.

She tugs off a glove and takes a moment to peer curiously down at a set of ghost-white fingers, wrinkling a black-spotted nose.

Oh yeah, very funny.

ff-ambassador.livejournal.com

[OOM: Lilly and Inara talk about Halloween, Delicate Flowers, and the advantages of being hot. Milli-timed to last night.]

lichvell-r.livejournal.com

White-skinned teenager. Pointy ears. Expression of disdain. People-watching.

corsec-jedi.livejournal.com

So Corran walks into the Bar proper. You'd expect him to be quite sullen after his fight with Thyne, but as he comes down the stairs, his flight suit completely transforms--as do his hair and face.

In total bewilderment, Corran tries to remember when he got a lined leather jacket--or had black hair that hung into his face...or wore anything form-fitting other than his dress uniform...

His eyes widen in shock, and his hand goes to his goatee. Gone! And my chin--it's too small... waaaaaaait a minute...

He leaps down the last five stairs--stumbles slightly on landing before racing over to Bar--"Gimme a mirror, quick!--Bar produces it--he picks it up--

"SON OF THE SITH!!!" He slumps over onto Bar and pounds his head against it.

"I'm Mirax."

Pause. A slow, devious smile spreads across his face. "I'm Mirax..."

Uh oh.

patches-x-x.livejournal.com

The first thing he notices when he wakes up is that his clothes are different. (Second thing he notices is that the shaking is less. Not gone, not even close. But less. (Possibly it would lessen even more if he would actually go inside. But he has his reasons, apparently.)

And he has a knife in his hand. Doesn't have an on switch like a vibroblade, which is ... interesting. But it's quite big and sharp. Likes that. Also likes the hat. (Even if the color scheme isn't bright enough. He'll have to fix that.)

It's a shame he's never heard of Jack the Ripper. His respect for Bar's sense of costume would rise considerably.

[ooc: Mun's computer is liable to explode at any given time. It's like a poorly made grenade in that way. If it does so, mun will do her best to get it to work again, and if it won't, she will feel bad all night and day and tag up on threads tomorrow evening.]

prototype-karr.livejournal.com

There's an extremely cranky carpet leaning against the bar, half drooped over. Sitting doesn't come easily when one is a rug, after all. The forefront of the carpet is crinkled up slightly as KARR does his best to glare at the world-having no fatures isn't new to him, but being made of cloth is.

Given his mood, coming up and trying to play Aladdin isn't advised.

smallestopener

Ingress was dressed up like a clown for Hallowe'en. Not the cute, funny kind from a regular cirucs, but the less cute and funny kind from the Underside - the ones in Picadilly Circus to be precise.

That is, she was until she stepped through the painting and into Milliways.

She catches sight of her reflection in one of the bar mirrors- and giggles like crazy.

ooc: Mun is handing out candy. Will be muy slow. But yay Halloween!!!

skidrowseymour.livejournal.com

The Door opens. Past it is a run-down flower shop, the interior dull green and duller yellow. Most obvious is the slouching young man with a blue cap, sweeping the flower-patterned linoleum floor with a push broom. A rock ’n roll song – Little Richard, for those in the know – plays from an unseen radio.

"If she walks by, the men folks get engrossed,
(She can't help it, the girl can't help it)
If she winks an eye, the bread slice turn to toast--"

The young man sweeps dust and dirt into Milliways, then closes the Door.

A moment later, he opens the Door, clutching his broom. The young man steps in, eyes going wider and wider. From behind him:
"If she mesmerizes, every mother's son,
(She can't help it, the girl can't help it)
If she's smiling, beefsteak become well done--"

The Door closes. He barely notices. "...Golly," is all he can say.

Seymour Krelborn is not on Skid Row anymore.

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

This time, Ace is prepared.

It's Halloween, Bar's in a cute sort of mood, and she's going to be doomed to the dress from hell. She has spent the better part of the day coming to terms with this, but now? She's readly.

Bring on the dress.

Boldly, Ace marches through the back door of the bar, just knowing that soon she'll be tottering on evil heeled shoes that conspire to break her ankles in new and amazing ways.

But instead...

"Too briiiiight..." Whimpers the small ball of black and gold fur from the floor as Ace huddles, covering her eyes and ears.

Golden eyes, furry ears.

Ace really hates Halloween.

prone-to-panic.livejournal.com

There is an Archie in the bar tonight, and despite it being somewhat late for Halloween, he's finds himself looking a bit like this. He notes the change in his trousers from denim to wollens first, and glances down at the resto of his costume in bemusement.

"Bloody hell."

And because he's paranoid like that, his second action is to reach back to make sure that his hair is still it's proper length and color. Because it wasn't last year.

trustonewhosees.livejournal.com

OOM: Tersa makes a short journey back to the Blood Realms, and returns with a problem, though also solutions.

They appeared outside the Bar itself, close to the stables. Tersa urged the colt to lie down, promising him it was safe here, while she went inside Milliways quickly. She would need some supplies, and perhaps an extra pair of hands.
Friendly and patient hands. Sunchaser was in a mood to bite,
and Tersa wasn't much better.

(taggable by any)

ginsu_master

Leo the Ninja Turtle is coming downstairs for a fresh batch of tea. His master finished off last pot, and now he gets to try one of those exotic blends he saw in the bar kitchen. Exciting!

Well, you see. He was coming down the stars. Then, there was a pop! And instead of walking, he was falling down the stairs. Because he suddenly gained a good thirty pounds when his shell disappeared, and he went from three digits on each appendage to five and and.

Boom, boom, BOOM.

Leo the Not So Stealthy Ninja...well, Human, is staring at his five fingered, flesh colored hands in absolute shock where he landed on his rear at the bottom of the stairs. With wonderful, thank the Landlord for that great sense of humor, PANTS.

"..."

called_lioness

[OOM: If you can't understand the fayth, maybe understanding faith is enough. Lucy and Yuna talk by the lake, and speak of otherworlds, duty, and sin.]

blood-hungary.livejournal.com

It's certainly nothing unusual for the main door to open and a new face to enter, looking confused and bewildered. It happens practically every day. A good number of those people could be considered attractive or physically appealing. Again, it's nothing out of the ordinary.

So this evening, when a petite, beautiful woman steps through the door, it's not exactly cause for concern. Still, enter she does and stops abruptly when it becomes obvious she is not where she had planned to be, skirts swishing around her softly.

Expression impassive, she raises a jeweled hand, fingers resting delicately against her cheek, and slowly takes in her new surroundings.

Finally, the lady speaks, her voice soft and light, though heavily accented.

"How very unexpected."

organicmeatbag.livejournal.com

Up until ten minutes ago, with no pretty girl in a slave girl costume to distract him tonight, Revan was not so sure how he felt about wearing his old Sith Lord robes and mask. Nor does he know why Bar had changed his clothes (or the other patrons' appearances for that matter; although, for all he knows, that could be how some of them really look).

But, after some minutes of watching the crowd, he decided he was going to go along with it. Mainly because he tried to remove the mask and it would not budge.

So, for tonight, there is a Sith Lord at one of the tables, leaning back in his chair, which he balances with the Force, with his arms crossed over his chest and booted feet on the table before him. He is not doing much except for surveying the room and possibly snickering at some people, which is kind of hard to tell considering the mask.

He may also be wondering how he is going to eat if he cannot remove said mask.

not-a-surgeon.livejournal.com

She'd been out a while. But... ya know, that tends to happen with her. Things happen and she gets occupied and she had to look for another apartment and...

Well. Things happen.

But the bar had apparently decided it was Halloween. That was why, when she looked down to see her costume, she... couldn't really be too surprised.

"Like clockwork, huh?" she asked, in Bar's direction.

corsec-jedi.livejournal.com

[Millitimed to last night]

[OOM: It's been a dozen years, so Corran has a lot of updating to do with an old mentor...Rated WTK for What The Kriff, MEF for Misty-Eyed Family, and FC for a Fixed Corran.]

mendanddefend_archive

Ever since coming back down from the library, Bob has been sitting at the bar, nursing an energy shake. He's still trying to process what Suzi told him... and he's not entirely sure if he believes it. Are these people really Users? They all seem so... normal.

Relatively speaking.

One discombobulated Guardian, still not sure where he is or why. Come bother.

dragonvolunteer.livejournal.com

A rather smudged princess, sans crown, sleeves rolled up to the elbows, occupies one of the booths this evening, accompanied by a stack of parchment, a quill, and some ink. She seems to be transferring information from one rather messy pile of papers onto a much more organized looking document, but as for what it is, well, you'll just have to ask her.

There is also, as always, tea.

misterparker.livejournal.com

[ooc: Parker goes home and deals with the consequences of his actions. About two and a half months his time later, he comes home and meets up with Jack.]

Parker walks through the door back into the bar and looks around at the costumes. He shrugs to himself and slides into a booth to watch the mayhem.

Welcome home, Parker.

angela-edmunds.livejournal.com

[oom: In Valencia, Angela uses her powers of persuasion. Millitimed to a few days before Halloween.]

anotherlifebro.livejournal.com

Desmond's leaving today, he's getting out of here, through that door and out of this place where there are weird things and dead people to--

--probably to an island that's really not any different, all things considered, but if he gets there, if he's still alive and he gets there, it's the real world -- maybe it's a snowglobe, a bloody snowglobe, but it's still ever so slightly more real.

So he's leaving.

...

After one last beer.

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

Lyrae is sitting by the fire with a book and a cup of tea.

She feels... normal for the first time in a while.

Her dress is as dark and simple as her hair.

She does not want to talk about the last week or so.

Any of it.

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

A neatly penned note left at the bar, for one Kaye.

ilcattivo.livejournal.com

The front door swings open; it shows nothing but a sandy dirt tunnel and a faded dead sky, stark and white and empty.

Every gun has its own tune, and the bark of a Colt Navy .36 comes from outside the window.

And another, and that's when the body falls into the room, falling forward until it hits the doorway, at which point down changes direction and it slithers to the floor.

And another shot, and a broad-brimmed black hat flips lazily down the tunnel--down into the grave--and lands in the bar.

And another shot, and a revolver pistol spins in after him, too.

And the door shuts.

And Sentenza takes a desperate, gasping breath, and sits up.

[OOC: Argh. RL. I'll pick up tags in slowtime.]

missginnytonic.livejournal.com

It seems Ginny has messed up a bit. She liked her pink Halloween costume so she did a spell to try and keep it. Well the spell worked a little too well. She still has it even when she goes home. the thing is.. she can't get from the Root Cellar she used to get to Milliways with out her mom seeing her. So until she finds a way to get more clothes to change in to it seems she's stuck in the bar.. in her pink poofy dress. Feel free to chat with her. maybe figure out how to help her out?