milliways_bar | Nov. 5th, 2006

Nov. 5th, 2006

Scotland's November is an uncomfortable season. Even when it's not raining, the wind and damp send the chill straight to your bones, unless you're bundled up well.

Lan's not bothered.

Practicing sword-forms is good for two things: staying in top form, and sublimating thought and emotion into action. The first of those is always important to Lan; the second often is too, but he's unlikely to admit when.

He's been dancing the forms for a while now, swift and absorbed and lethal.

[OOC: Not plot-locked, but mun is multitasking, so please to ping before tagging. Thanks!]

dontlooklisten.livejournal.com

Whistler didn't get the chance to check his mail too closely when he got home last, but Bar is very good about certain things. He's just acquired a Braille edition of the latest copy of 2600, plus a copy of something called Make that he's pretty sure doesn't exist in 1992. Add a beer and a decent table to that, and he's good. Very good.

Someone is probably goign to suffer a great deal for this somewhere along the line but eh, that's their problem.

river_meimei

River's on a couch -- knees pulled to her chest, chin resting on them, head tilted against the back.

She doesn't look upset. But tired, maybe.

She watches the room idly, and as ever it's anyone's guess what she sees there. Her fingers work slowly against her ankles, her toes, the hem of her fluttery skirt.

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

(OOM: Ace does not know when to just give up the argument, or the deception.)

snowy_river_man

[A pre-Milliways OOM:

Some endings are beginnings, and some memories, though imperfect and often bittersweet, set you on a path and keep you going.]

iambetadraconis

[OOM: It's easy to forget about oh-so-very-human worries when you're a wolf...]

Current Mood: apathetic

his-fathers-sin.livejournal.com

[OOM: In Luca, Tidus and Yuna attempt to find Sir Auron, while the Tournament gears up.

And then...there's a small problem.]

unwraith.livejournal.com

He'd hoped that being able to cross over to Stantz's city meant that he was Unbound, but no such luck. On his own, the door to "his" world remained adamantly out of reach.
Michael refused to let himself door-watch, for several reasons. Not the least of which was that he had some questions to answer that wouldn't be served by sitting around. And part of him still felt safer as a moving target, or an unseen one.
He took a drink, something called miruvor, which Bar offered him, and sat at a table in a Shadowy Alcove, jotting random notes on a piece of paper.
The drink was, not surprisingly, excellent. He made a note of the name for later.

Talk to Sandhu, or the other infirmary staff, was one line. Find Thea, was another.
She'd said anytime was good, so perhaps take care of introducing her and Suzi now, while he had a few moments' peace? He wouldn't mind simply spending some time with Thea, herself, too, if she were at liberty.

simon_doctor

OOM: Back on Osiris, Simon Tam has an unexpected encounter with ... someone you may remember.

fiveroundsrapid.livejournal.com

Hm. Binocular vision this time. Excellent.

The Brigadier enters the Bar in the best mood he's had in days. It's almost enough to make one pity those poor Autons that'll be catching it in the functional equivalent of teeth when he returns.

Almost. They are Autons, after all.

orgmemberxiii.livejournal.com

Roxas doesn't know where he should be.

He doesn't know...anything, anymore. Not really. He's not sure who he is, what he is anymore. He thinks he's somebody, but they say he's nobody. No, not nobody. A Nobody. He's seen things, heard things, these past few days, things that go against everything he knows, thinks he knows, and doesn't know. His world has been turned upside down, inside out, and shot to hell.

And now he's standing in a bar.

"W-What...?"

He stares around in confusion, then glances down at himself. Still there. Still himself.

He's not Sora.

He's Roxas.

He's somebody.

"Where am I?"

priestoftravel.livejournal.com

Wolfwood comes downstairs his jacket slung over his shoulder, taking a seat at the bar he looks around with that content/stupid grin that men get, the only thing that can help to make him happier would be a drink and some food.

as he turns to see if he can catch a waiters eye a plate of bacon eggs and toast appears before him with a glass of OJ beside it.

Looking up and down the bar with a bewildered look on his face he finally looks up at the ceiling and says a quick prayer followed by a thank you in the general direction of the kitchen, before digging in.

*bother at will*

[OOC: Mun is at work ATM so tag backs might be slow depending on the level of customer in the store.]

sime-channel.livejournal.com

Suzi, a book, and a cup of tea. Its a good way to start an entry, but not a good place to stop. She collects the tea, and a note and blanket from Bar, and then makes her way toward the outside. She's far enough from Turnover, and the outside is far enough from winter, that she doesn't need long sleeves yet.

Outside she spreads the blanket on the ground close enough to the door that she can watch people go in and out, then settles down to read and just enjoy the outside.

All of her movements are punctuated with the cheerful jingle-jingle-jingle of her anklet.

not-broomboy.livejournal.com

[Upstairs, almost a week past: Liir, Trism, and Candle come to an agreement. Or rather, Trism and Candle are sensible while Liir figures out he's a selfish bastard and doesn't care.]

a-fell.livejournal.com

[OOM: Friday night. Aziraphael goes home alone.]

Current Mood: cold

trurabblerouser.livejournal.com

Matt Truman is enjoying his breakfast and staring at an envelope on the table. He'd finished his letter and now it was just a matter of finding his damnably difficult younger brother and getting it brought to the right men...

Garion is out back in the shade of a tree, his eyes closed and his body seemingly lifeless. The shadows at the edge of the tree, however, seem to be moving rather strangely, stretching and changing with no reference to the faint movements of the tree itself.

Darien is flopped on one of the couches, visible and everything. There seems to be part of a breakfast on the table nearby, half finished off. He is, however, back asleep.

Hephaestos is in the bar, working on something in a booth. Is it... a plumbing fixture?

shufti

It's been about a month for them.

The door opens from a kitchen, full of warm cooking smells. Something pastry-based by the smell of it.

As the door opens Jack topples forwards, having just pulled himself up to lean on it. He whines indignantly at it for moving when he'd just got to his feet, then looks behind for his mum.

Shufti approaches, picks up the infant and then notices where she is.

"Clever boy!" she says to the baby as she heads into the bar in search of much missed friends and any other company ~~that will prevent the mun from doing her essay all day~~.

milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com

Garion can do as he likes with the shadows; there are other people outside as well, and they'll avoid getting in the way out of courtesy. Wells is one such. Tonight's full moon and he wants nothing at all to do with the inside of the Bar, or the city of London, or any other place thronged with people. It'd set off all the wrong reactions right now, and he can't afford that.

Off to the side, however, where there's open ground and few to no trees? That's another story. That's where he normally goes to play football. Today he suspects that he'd put his boot through the ball if he tried, so he's running, and this time he is not going to listen when his body complains about what he's asking it to do. It's full moon. It'll heal. And he's going to get to the four minute mile before Christmas if it kills him.

(Ignore the picture. He's running in weather-appropriate shirt and trousers, and boots.)

sorrowfulmisery.livejournal.com

Alice had stumbled back into Milliways and the claw marks on her back went unnoticed by her for the moment. The fact that she was wearing five different guns and had one in her hand was completely beyond her. Why am I carrying so much fire power? It didn't make any sense to her. Why would someone carry this many weapons? Those blue eyes looked down at the gun in her hand and frowned finding the initials A. S. on the hilt of the gun. A.S.? Who is that? Did I steal it? Maybe she'd stolen it from that mansion she'd just come from.

But if that were the case... then how did she get from that big mansion to... a bar? It was giving her a headache. This didn't make any sense. Even as blue eyes looked around the place she didn't recognize anyone. How can I know that this is a bar and not know who I am? There was a lot she knew but there was also a lot that she didn't know. Damnit! What the hell happened? Then she felt pain shoot up her back and she nearly screamed. Using her free hand that wasn't holding the gun she reached back and found marks along her back. What did I get into a fight with?! A bear? Wait, how did she...? Right, that didn't make sense. Finding a place at the bar she sat down before she fell down.

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

At some point during the day, a notice in Ace's distinctive scrawl is tacked up on the notice board.

Remember, remember the Fifth of November,
The Gunpowder Treason and Plot.
I see no reason,
The gunpowder treason
should ever be forgot.

Guy Fawkes Night celebration tonight, out by the lake.

BYOB.

It might be noted, though those who don't know Ace would hardly be able to decipher it, that to Ace, BYOB does not mean 'bring your own booze', but rather 'bring your own bang'.

You've got to love a holiday where things are blown up.

notboundnow.livejournal.com

When Prometheus is on the ground, his feet touching solid earth, Gaia whispers prophecies to him, a constant murmur of white noise and the future. He can tune in and out at will, but if he chooses, there are usually no surprises when he's among the people there.

That's one thing he likes about Milliways. It's removed. That voice is out of range. He's as in the dark as any other creature.

A thing like that can make a bored god reckless, if he choses to be so. Just fair warning, in case you have ideas about approaching him as he sets up a game of checkers. If you look closely, the pieces have faces on them.

Just saying.

lvpd_sidle

An entomologist, a physicist, and a baby walk into the bar.

Actually, the baby is being carried by the entomologist. The physicist gets coffee and milk before joining the other two in a booth.

inquisitivehero

Countdown 4. 3. 2. 1

***

Somewhere in the woods, Henry McCoy, the Beast, wandered, mind clouded. He had swam earlier, but he had not stayed in too long. Some deep instinct had told him that staying in the waters in his current state would be a bad thing, dangerous, and his animal mind understood that, at least.

It had been a long few weeks, and he was bone-tired, but sleep eluded him. Something like a siren call kept catching his attention, then fading before he could find it, or track it. It came back again and again, and faded away each time, growing slightly stronger each day. But now, nothing led him, and tiredness filled him as he plodded along.

And so he wandered on, bedraggled, unkempt, tired, with a fuzzy blanket hanging from one shoulder.

milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com

[OOM: Long Shadows. After gathering his allies and briefing them (partially slowtimed to allow for appropriate levels of violence to get written), Harry Wells finally confronts the Under-secretary face to face. Millitimed to a few days ago.]

coin-tricks.livejournal.com

[Canon summary, pre-Milliways.]

The door opens and a rather tall man walks through it, glancing back over his shoulder as he walks. He's a few steps into the room by the time he turns to look ahead of himself. He stops short as sees the Bar.

The door shuts behind him, and immediately, his hand is on the doorknob. He opens the door, but clearly, what's outside it is not what he expected it to be. He sighs, looking confused.

Shadow takes another, more detailed look at the Bar and the people at the tables. He shrugs slightly, to himself, and takes a seat on a barstool. He looks around for a barman, or a waiter, but can't seem to see one anywhere, so he gives another slight shrug and surreptitiously glances at the patrons of the bar.

He'd appreciate an explanation, or perhaps a drink.

[OOC: First post ever, w00t! Be nice? Please ping at jessimalfoy18 on AIM, or jessi_malfoy@hotmail.com on MSN. Unless something horrid happens to my internet, I'll be around for a while. Bother at will.

All threads from now will have to be slowtimed, cause I need my sleep.]

stuck-mynock.livejournal.com

Atton's sat on the table of a booth, juggling (and by now, he's actually quite good at it), with a mug of lomin ale next to him and a half eaten plate of what seems to be some sort of stew.

Evidently, juggling is more interesting than eating.

Botherable.

peacemaker-m.livejournal.com

((Oom: Just before.... http://peacemaker-m.livejournal.com/1008.html ))

After the opening the door in a prime state of panic, Meg surveyed the general landscape. It was a room filled with all sorts of beings, some of them strange, and to her, monstrous. With her emotions worked up already and the total shock of the scene before her, Meg's body decided to take the only sensible course of action.

She fainted.

un_fallen

He's standing by the observation window, one hand in a pocket, the other wrapped around something steaming and alcoholic. There are plenty of chairs nearby, but Raguel is too distracted to bother sitting down. It doesn't seem quite right that the end of all things should be so eye-catching.

Current Mood: thoughtful

mop-jockey.livejournal.com

And 'lo, there be Lenny.

Eating: Yams and turkey, fully aware that he's a good two or three weeks early. Mmmmmmyams

Reading: The Hobbit. Been way too long.

And yes, before you ask, he has the chicks back.

They're a bit bigger now though. And losing their colored feathers.

totallyluminous.livejournal.com

Mel has had hiccups since lunchtime, and they didn't disappear all through the afternoon. Though Lola didn't say anything, Mel decided to go for a walk to relieve her room- and best mate of the distraction. In entering what should have been the kitchen, she instead gets to the bar.

She places her ID on Bar and asks for a glass of water. It comes up with a spoonful of sugar lying by its side.

'Very droll. Does this stuff work?'

In any case, there is a Mel holding her breath, ready to swig water soon, poking at the spoon and really just wanting to get back home so she can be shallow.

She has a feeling it's not appreciated here.

shortofcrazy

[OOM: May 2004: The trail of clues doesn't end.]

walker-cain.livejournal.com

Cain and Molly are at a table in the bar, grinning as they watch the crowd, sipping drinks and holding hands. For them it has been some time since the wedding, but they have yet to shed their honeymoon feelings, and they are not quite ready to do so now, either. So, here they are, back again.

((ooc: Open for tagging, two muns, two pups. State who you want, or yo0u will get both!))

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

Out by the lake, at a point fairly close to the bar, there is a roughly pyramidal shape lit by the bright moonlight.

Then a small, bright yellow tongue of flame...

The wood goes up in a roar of flame, and Ace stands back and admires her handiwork. Not a bad bit of work for Guy Fawkes. Not bad at all.

Now, where did she leave those marshmallows?

Note: Open to everyone, as Ace is not at all likely to deny folks the joy of fire and explosions. I'll do my best to keep up, but this is what threadhopping is for, yes?

ms-myers.livejournal.com

The door opened.

Step.

Step. Step.

Step. Step. Step.

The sound of woman's shoes on the bar floor. A woman, average height no more, wearing a simple black top, and loose-fitted black pants slowly walked in. Her slender index finger caressed the underside of the barrel of the revolver in her hand, before she slowly tucked it into the waistband of her pants.

After... all that, there would be no need until she figured out where she was.

This was, after all, quite the surprise.

Brushing the dark hair out of her face, she studied the bar with a practiced air of calm.

Welcome to Milliways, Nina Myers.

jedi-exile.livejournal.com

Mun is resolutely ignoring her annoying brothers and the fact she doesn't have enough art notes to pass an exam. Thus: Kira Isek is sitting at a booth, stacking cookies on top of one another.

So far, it's a little castle.

Botherable.

dr_temperance

In the wake of her most recent case, Dr. Temperance Brennan is hitting the books.

She's sitting at a table in the bar with Living Dolls: The Culture of Child Beauty Pageants propped up in front of her. There's also a stack of books awaiting her attention. The History of the Miss America Pageant. At What Price Beauty? Little Miss Starshine: A Sociological Study. And Reviving Ophelia.

The expression on her face is one of faint distaste.

female-were.livejournal.com

If you go out in the woods tonight
You’re sure of a big surprise.

Out in the forest, there’s a large wereleopard roaming the forest. Elizabeth loves this form as much as her human form, if not a little more at times. There’s a little more sense of freedom when you have a whole forest at your pads and claws. As well as a whole species of rabbit to hunt.

The only thing truly missing? Friends to hunt with. But, she’s happy to be back in this forest none the less.

If you go out in the woods tonight
You’d better go in disguise.

And, over near the lake, is a rather large wolf. Raina will head into the forest for hunting soon enough. Currently, she’s just enjoying being in this skin. The ripple of muscle from just running. As well, she's enjoying the scents of the forest. She'll never grow old of the different scents, and how much more accurately she can pick them up while wolf.

For every were that ever there was
Will gather there for certain, because...

Tonight’s the night the werewolves have their full moon.

[ooc: Both are far from each other, so mention who you're tagging. Also, mun ~~only has about an hour before she'll~~is be kicked. So, anything after that becomes slowtime, though anyone that wants to tag someone else, feel free to make it a party thread!]

milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com

Wells came to Milliways to make sure he was way the hell away from his fellow humans tonight. London's going to be full of fires and explosions. So's anywhere else that's got human habitation. Here... well, there might be a bonfire and some fireworks, but there's not enough Brits about to make it truly hellish, he reckons. He's been off in the woods, with a good clear view of the lake, since an hour before sundown.

Hunting would be nice, tonight, but he'll settle for not being driven mad or homicidal with instinctive terror.

guppy_sandhu

Guppy has a habit of falling asleep in precarious positions.

However today he hasn't. Well he has fallen asleep, but it's just sort of flopped on the paperwork. Not with tea dangling over anything like he was last time.

He has however got a pen in his hand, which has contributed to a lovely dark blue line over one of the sheets.

evryinchbut1.livejournal.com

Valerie hasn't really been down since she entered. Getting used to being healthy and in a new place took precedence -- and besides, she feels a little like the new kid at school.

Still, you can't stay in your room all the time. And it looks like there's something going on outside. So Valerie's come downstairs and is ordering tea from the Bar.

She doesn't know what day it is -- last time she was aware of the date, it was August.

wizard_howell

The door closes behind Howl as he steps through and looks around. Since his last visit here, he's been far too busy as Royal Wizard and there's nothing he'd like better than to just relax.

In fact, it's exactly what he deserves. But still, Sophie's absence is on his mind: where could she have got to? Her heart doesn't afford her so very much freedom of movement. On the other hand, that's exactly what this place affords him, and he's almost torn: look for Sophie or have a cider? Find a friend or find his cleaning lady?

Look for Sophie or have a drink: a conscience is a terrible thing to have.

aj_crawley

Crowley stole the Sunday papers, this morning, before Aziraphael could read them.

It's pretty great that he was in a position to, really, but not quite so wonderful is the reason he did.

He's not reading them, exactly - they're open to the story that's of, ah, particular interest, but Crowley seems more interested in his coffee, and in sporadically checking his watch.

He should be going. He - a glance at the paper - really should be going. And he will. Really.

Any second now.

dragonvolunteer.livejournal.com

Cimorene is ensconced at a small table this evening with a cup of tea and a very long scroll. Indeed, she seems to be reading the scroll with some exasperation, shaking her head as it just keeps going and going and going.

On one side of the table she has cast aside a letter, on which the words ...enclosing a list of relatives and family friends who ought certainly to be included in your wedding plans, however unconventional those may be... appear, written in a very elegant, and, one might even say, regal hand.

thiefprinceremy.livejournal.com

Remy was off by the fire, steaming a little, he'd been out in the rain it seemed.

Not raining out by the lake? Must've been at home.

He's practicing coin tricks, and button tricks, and ring tricks, anything small enough to roll across his knuckles really, small enough to vanish easily.

So there you have it, bored thief by the fireplace, practicing his prestidigitation.

(mun blames this on the fact that she's seen Prestige twice now, and the pup said 'I can do that' about everything.)

dragon_twin

[OOM: In Wales, a gift is given.]

alien-isabel.livejournal.com

Well what have we here? Are they even familiar faces anymore? Isabel and Warren Meers. They're older than they were last they left the bar, but the alien princess at least has indeed aged well. In fact one can hardly tell she's now nearly seven years older than her prior visit. And in tow? Two rather adorable little kids. Both with their fathers thick dark hair, they appear young, the oldest only about four? That ones a girl, which the cute little dress probably proves. This is Isabel's daughter so of course she's rather designer clad. The little boy is the one she herself is holding, and he's indeed too young to walk. A hat covers her head, seeing as the two live in New York City and it's October. What a happy family. And where are the others they know? Perhaps the family could use some company?

before-w.livejournal.com

He didn't expect to be here.

There's business to attend to today--it's morning light that shines behind him through the door--but still.

The day will wait for a few moments more, and it will be time well-spent, V feels, as he enters and considers the room.

talkstohats

After this:

Sophie collapses into the first seat she sees as she enters the bar. Her face is white - for a combination of reasons - and her heart is still banging away like, she thinks weakly, the plumbing in Howl's bathroom.

It seems aches and pains aren't the only drawback to being old. Sophie can almost admire the beauty of the Witch's spell - after all, the Witch needn't have any of the guilt of killing her herself, if her heart's going to do it for her.

twiststheblade

Miho is, as usual when she's in the Bar, looking at her door. Not noticing she's doing it, again, as usual. This time, though, when she suddenly notices what she's doing, her face sets, and she finally makes a decision. Right.

Requesting a pen and paper, she scribbles a few notes, and heads up to her room. Can't o back to her world without the right equipement, after all - epsecially as she suspects that her door may well lead her back into her father's compound. In Japan, which is not where she wants to be. Still, at least she and Goldy and Alanna had taken care of the worst of the opposition likely to be there.

( Goldy )

( Lilly )

( Anyone else )

When she comes back down, she's in regular Basin City clothes, armed, and in her pockets are several credit cards belonging to her father, a serious amount of folding cash, and bearer bonds to a fairly obscene amount. There had been some useful things, in that shoebox she'd taken out of the safe. She'd need ready cash to get from Japan to America.

She glances around the bar, and leaves.

She'll be back.

Probably.

[[OOC: anyone wants to snag her between deciding to leave and actually leaving, feel free. She'll be upstairs long enough for people to get notes. Slowtime is love.]]

gravity_shifter

Sikozu is seated at the bar, an untouched milkshake at her side. She's occasionally glancing at the door, but mostly she's preoccupied with the comm devices on the counter and the schematics for improvements to them she's drawing.

For those who are inclined to notice, her Security badge is visible.

amazongeneral.livejournal.com

There's a very tall woman sitting at a booth, drinking tea, and reading a magazine with the help of a Greek-to-English dictionary. She's a remarkably fast learner, but speaking the language is a lot easier than reading it. . . and this is Patriarch's Greek, not the form the Themysciran version eventually evolved into. It's slow going.

She's noted it seems to be the custom here to approach people, strangers or otherwise, and talk; she's got a chair near the booth to show willing, and from time to time she looks up to see who's going by.

gonna_live

The exit appointment goes well. She has to wait around a couple of hours under a machine; Simon gets all her records. They might come back to Osiris for the followup visit, but it's infinitely more likely that they won't. From there it's a quick ride to the port, where they leave the skimmer and take a public one. It's a casual suggestion, but they both know why they're doing it: tailing somebody is harder, that way. The hansom drops them in Ehrmann Square, and they walk (slowly) to their destination -- a building, with a door down a long corridor.

And by the time the front door opens, and they step through, Kaylee's ready to put her foot down -- it's a hell of a lot of exertion, and it hasn't been all that long since the procedure. "Five minutes?" Beat. "Please?"

scourgeofpiracy.livejournal.com

Millitimed to Halloween: Not all visits from the dead are pleasant

winged-defender.livejournal.com

Peach is unusually quiet tonight - well, okay, she is happily splashing her dish of water all over the surrounding tables, but it's still relatively subdued behavior for Peach. Maybe on a holiday that's already dedicated to burning stuff she doesn't feel quite so compelled to spread random destruction.

Which is to say: parrot, perched at a side table, watching the bar.

akai-suna.livejournal.com

Gaara? Is sitting in a corner.

Again.

He's people watching at the moment. Which means he's probably been staring right at you. For a good 20 minutes.

...Did he mention that that corner? Is a ceiling corner.

Yep... One creepy, upside down redhead, lookin at you.

action-antihero.livejournal.com

Jack comes in from the front door, looking tired after a long day of work outside. He's been a little...off, the last few days. That meeting, dream...whatever that had been with Tony on Halloween night had rattled him, unsure what to think about it. Whether he should even believe it actually happened, even though it had felt so real. A talk with Kim had put things into some kind of perspective, though, and the last couple days outside he'd spent trying to move things along, to get ready for anohter major change in his life.

Earlier today he met with a realtor, and put his cabin up for sale. Maybe it was time to start actually getting his life back, and moving back to L.A. is the first major step.

At the moment, though, the only step he's taking is toward the bar, to get a cup of coffee.