milliways_bar | Nov. 13th, 2006

Nov. 13th, 2006

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Chase has brought his laptop along with him to the bar. Ordinarily, he leaves it at home, but he has some work-related stuff to look up and he's procrastinating on the 'net, much like his mun.

La la la, just surfin' around.

lolz guyz read my 24 fanficcie! jack/chase get it on while jack iz undercover and itz really hot plz r&r!!1

...There is not enough WTF in the world to cover Chase's expression right now.

Jack doesn't know where to turn. His darkened soul bleeds. In desperation, he knocks on the door of his former partner, the pretty boy he mentored so long ago...SLASH Jack x Chase. Angst, cutting, bloodshed, suicidal thoughts, addiction, violence, drug abuse, incest, character death. No flames.

Chase stares at the screen for a few more moments, and orders a very large drink.

realmrsreynolds

Just before heading out, Sallie requests a large piece of paper and a felt-tip marker, writing out in as practiced a hand as possible:

BEGINNERS' PIANO RECITAL

Have you just started learning piano? Care to show off your new talent for the bar in time for the holidays?

Sign up below or leave a note with Sallie Reynolds.

Note: We are only looking for beginning students at this time. If there's an overwhelming response, we will open the floor to more advanced players. Xiexie.

forbiddensailor.livejournal.com

{Previous to now... [whitetext] "That is what I miss."

[whitetext] "Why remember all of this now?"

"(calm in the destruction)?"}

There's a quick flash of violet light (over which Tomoe has no control), and Hotaru Tomoe is sitting in a chair in a corner of Milliways Bar.

She's wearing purple fuzzy slippers, jeans and a t-shirt.

She starts to stand, walk over to the bar, but rethinks it and stays seated. Instead she turns so she can find the bar door. But her eyes pass over the place where it should be a few times without stopping to focus on it.

After that, she turns to the table itself, pulls her knees up on the chair to her chin, and wraps her arms around her legs. Looks like she's choosing to be patient for now.

Current Mood: surprised

stilljustandrew

[OOM: Business as usual in New York ... and business as not-so-usual. Rated FC for things beginning to come Full Circle.]

fiveroundsrapid.livejournal.com

"Well, you can jolly well tell Miss Grant that- oh."

The Brigadier hadn't meant to come to Milliways tonight, but after some of the nonsense going on back at Headquarters he's simply too irritated to really object. He'll be taking his supper here, thanks ever so.

orgmemberxiii.livejournal.com

Roxas is outside tonight, swinging around an odd looking weapon. It resembles a baseball bat, the handle seeming to be made of wood, the rest of it looking like a cross between a bat and a club, light blue and not actually that hard. Struggle bats aren't really meant to hurt people, after all.

He doesn't really feel like practicing his Struggle technique right now, but he can't for the life of him figure out how to make that Keyblade appear again.

So right now, he's just swinging away, stepping this way and that way, recalling the fight in which he became the Struggle champion of Twilight Town.

That was, of course, before everything went to hell in a hand basket.

Good times.

grovecj.livejournal.com

OG at the bar. Coffee, donuts, and a newspaper, The Herald of San Andreas.

A soldier taking a break from a war, CJ can and should be bugged.

unique-moments.livejournal.com

The door opens and in walks Samantha Largeman, with a baby in her arms and a diaper bag slung over her shoulder. "...what. Milliways, you have got to stop popping up randomly! The door out of the hospital is not a cool place for a portal!"

But she's here...and she is hungry (hosptial food is gross!) and Elliot the wee baby is stretching and whining...so maybe she should feed him too.

So now she's sitting at a booth, bottle-feeding Elliot while she awkwardly tries to eat waffles at the same time.

gone_byebye

Ray's Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs aren't going soggy, exactly. They're not really designed for that. They're more sort of... dissolving. There'll be a big bowl of chocolate milk with slightly under the USRDA of caffeine in it (Bar knows better than to give him the unadulterated stuff) when he looks up from his current work. Said current work involves the blueprints and parts list for a highly complicated device that looks as if it probably takes up as much space as a minivan and gives the appearance of involving one of those machines that fires baseballs at high speed on the firing range.

From nearly any angle- he's using his holocomputer, so the device is being rendered in three dimensions in the space just in front of him.

This is Ray, though. He's easily distracted.

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

His best present was Fiyero's marzipan.

His favourite present was Parker's watch, even though he's going to have to learn to tell time properly.

His funniest present was the card Patrick gave him, the one with the smashed up cookie stuffed into. He writes back a polite-

Dear Patrick,
Thank you for your wishes.
Might I remind you, last time you were high at Milliways, you inadvertently ended up signed up for stripping. Please take this into your considerations.
The cookie was ruined, but I ate the raisins.
Love,
Jack.

And then steps over to the bar. She provides him with the requested book, the Scarlett Pimpernal, and with a little white iced cupcake with silver and blue sprinkles on it, and one candle.

mendanddefend_archive

Bob's in the bar again. How about that.

"Bar?" He taps her surface gently. "Aside from energy shakes, what do you serve that I could actually eat?"

A small vidwindow pwings open in front of him, containing a scrolling list of food items. It's a long list. "Huh. I've never had this before," Bob says, pointing to a particular item. "What's in it?"

In lieu of an answer, Bar provides the actual item--a bowl of noodles with the word "RAM" printed on the side of the bowl. There's also a pair of chopsticks, which Bob picks up and uses to tentatively try a bite.

"...Hey, this isn't half bad. Thanks!"

One Guardian, sitting at the Bar, enjoying a bowl of RAM. Have at.

[ooc: ~~Off to a doctor's appointment. Be back around 5:00 PST.~~ Back and fully charged! Albeit an hour later than I'd planned. Sorry about that.]

mitanarchist

The door opens and Collins comes in, grinning. "Thank you for showing up when I want you to," he says to Bar, patting her top.

He takes the drink she brought up for him back with him to a booth, settling down with it and a book. Sometimes, it's just nice to get away.

[ooc: Same pup. New mun. La!]

kingmickeymouse.livejournal.com

Mickey was out by the lake looking over the water. With the colder weather, his cloak was brought up around his face. He sat down and thought for a while. His keyblade appeared in his hand as he leapt upward, and leapt toward invisible targets. He used his agility well.

deserved_it

It's really getting too cold for archery practice, and so, a couch and table by the fire have been claimed by Eustace, a chess set, and a book of chess problems.

Oh -- and tea. It wouldn't be an entrance post without tea.

Fancy a game?

payshisdebts

One wretchedly sauced up, disgruntled dwarf is in the bar.

There are a couple of empty wine bottles, one massively sauced dwarf, and no end to the abuse that one endures if they get too close. Tyrion has quite possibly been drunk since Sansa left the bar.

He's a mean bastard when he's drunk. Twice as ugly, too, for his face twists when he spits invective at the rats when they won't serve him anymore!

"Bastards, the lot of you. Why don't you just bring poison, then? Do my sweet sister the service!"

dragon_twin

[Not quite OOM: Melou and Angela go for a walk in the woods. Warnings for adult content.

Millitimed to November 11.]

futures_of_ash

There were always things that a person could not get enough of...oxygen being high on that list for most, then for some it was music or dancing, games, gambling, food...it didn't matter what, just that everyone had those moments of pure bliss in something common and everyday.

That would be why Rachel was outside, face upturned into the light rain with nothing but a smile on her face. It wasn't the winds, or the cool moisture really...more the tingling in the clouds above and the distant rolling of thunder, the sheer impact of each and every drop...

There wasn't any flame, not now, no, just a girl in the rain, dancing slowly in wonder.

collects_ears

George Cooper.

Tending bar.

"Tonights' drinks are: G. T. O., Galliano, Geisha, and Gin Swizzle"

"What'll it be?"

guppy_sandhu

Guppy is sitting by the fire, going through the jobs section of a newspaper with a slightly dejected expression.

Fancy cheering him up?

shufti

Over in one corner of the bar, Jack is standing holding onto Shufti's hands. He can't be expected to walk just yet, but it's all good practice, and he seems to be enjoying himself.

His mother looks somewhat distracted, but is trying to absorb herself in the task.

mogget_cat

A cat, its white fur spattered with drying blood, pads into the bar room from the lake area.

When will those demon bunnies learn that fighting back just makes them taste better?