milliways_bar | Dec. 13th, 2006

Dec. 13th, 2006

[OOM: After talking to a number of interested parties and settling a few issues before they start, Ray briefs those who would come to his world's assistance up in Room 2342. Afterwards, he talks to a couple of people individually- Moiraine Aes Sedai, Wesley Wyndham-Pryce, and Dr. Donighal.

They are not reassuring conversations, no.]

explorertruman.livejournal.com

Truman came down into the bar, taking two of the steps at a time. Just for the heck of it. He chatted with a waitrat in passing, and went to find his favorite spot near Observation Window. Hmm. Hey, there's a face he hadn't seen in a while, and knitting on something. Also a lot of new faces. Always seems to be something around here. Why he liked it.

gonna_live

[Out of Milliways:

'Please understand, I never had a secret chart to get me to the heart of this or any other matter.'

When he talks like this, you don't know what he's after.]

http://users.livejournal.com/_righthandman_/

[OOM: Chase finally confronts Kim about her bond with Behrooz, and all the paranoia comes out.

It ends with cookies.]

futures_of_ash

The door(still running) opened and a red headed mutant stepped in with a few packages and a smile. The packages were soon set in her room, and upon her return to Bar she received a note from Michael. It made her pause, the smile fading into seriousness as she patted Bar's surface.

Bar, typically, responded with a bowl of something to be eaten, and with a sigh Rachel took it and the note out to the lake. It was blustery and cold, wet with the taste of snow in the air as if the weather couldn't make up it's mind...and of course, Rachel simply sat down at the lake edge.

She let Michael's note flutter out across the waves, he would do as he must, and she would hope for his return. The rest of the morning she spent nibbling at the oatmeal Bar had given her and eying a small stone in her hand.

[open post, but respsonses may be slow]

undignified

Wes wanders in through the front door, already clutching a half-full disposable cup of caf and rubbing sleep out of his eyes with his other hand.

He stops when he realises where he is, says, "Mmf," and turns to leave again -- then stares at the blank wall for a second before calling its mother (in Huttese) a lizard-like piece of scum that would only survive an ar'krai because the Bothans wouldn't want to get within the same system.

That done, he heads to Bar, downs his current cup of caf, and orders another (better) one.

His vocabulary may extend to more than mmf and Huttese curses, now.

Possibly.

[ooc: here all day; ~~learning~~ studying math. plz distract.]

goodbyesandusky.livejournal.com

"Oh come on" thump

That, patrons of Milliways, is the sound of a sulky teenage boy kicking the door, just once, because it won't open.

Clive sighed, shaking his head and dragging his box of supplies to an unoccupied booth.

Looks like the boy's Bound for the time being, apparently someone thought he was overworking himself or something, and, really, looking at him it's easy to tell. He's probably been living on coffee and snackfoods for the past ~~week~~ month.

Go ahead and talk to him, really, just watch out for the sulk.

gone_byebye

[OOM: After the briefing of last night, and some more research on his own, Ray gets everything as close to 'in order' as it's ever going to get. At which point. . .

Well, at which point, it's time to leave for Spaceport America.

The countdown starts. Four, three, two, one. . .]

alorn-bear.livejournal.com

"Okay," says Belar to no one in particular as he comes in from out back, "the fact that it snowed two days ago and there is still no snowboarding territory is totally not pleasing unto me. Not that I don't appreciate the snow, but Dad, that's annoying."

Having said his piece he grabs himself some breakfast from the Bar and sets up his ANSWERING PRAYERS- BACK IN FIFTEEN MINUTES sign at the table.

What? It's not like his breakfast is gonna get cold while he works. He asked it not to.

incoldwrit.livejournal.com

Truman is seated at the bar with two copies of Breakfast at Tiffany's. Since it's a little early for alcohol, he's settled for a cup of coffee. He's looking around for the people he owes books, but smiles at anyone else who passes by.

[ ooc: I'm here all day, but I will be baking cookies and brownies and will be watching a few movies, so tags will be slow. I do know around the 12pmish hour I will be AFK to go see a movie in an actual theater, but I should be back around 3/4ish. ]

missginnytonic.livejournal.com

Ginny is in the bar sitting at the bar. Shes sipping a coke looking around. come join her she'll buy you what ever your drink of choice is

works-in-space.livejournal.com

Shortly before this, Jim Kirk leaves a note for anyone who he considered a friend. He's not quite sure how the Bar will figure out who should see it, but by now he understands that the internal workings of the place, as frustrating as they might be, are reliable.

fallen-april.livejournal.com

April's in the Christmas spirit.

She's gotten some mistletoe from the bar and has stuck it up in a couple of doorframes, and over a few tables (balancing on chairs is hard, sometimes).

She's rather proud of herself, really.

She's now sitting happily on a couch by the fire humming Christmas carols to herself and sketching something Christmasy.

Beware - she has a sprig of mistletoe in her pocket.

sime-channel.livejournal.com

Y'know, Suzi could really start to hate notes. Two in two days saying friends have gone away, and while she was expecting the second one it still, well. Sucks. She settles into a seat with her knitting (still ring-tail lemurs, for the curious, and still in imossible colors), and the triple click of three sets of needles is only occasionally punctuated by the jingle of her anklet.

payshisdebts

There's mistletoe over the booth Tyrion sits in. He has not familiarized himself with the Yule customs here, but he is amused that someone's putting up poison berries on the eves.

"Is this a holiday for murder, or am I just lucky?"

sansa-stark.livejournal.com

[OOM: Sansa hates songs....]

misterparker.livejournal.com

Parker. Sitting on a stool at the bar.

krisofvaldemar.livejournal.com

Kris sits near the back door, having found a table out of the flow of 'traffic'. While it's warm inside, he's kept his coat on, covering his right side. He's bent over a small piece of wood with a carving tool in his left hand. The shape's still half-formed, but he's making progress slowly.
A mostly untouched mug of beer sits on the table. It's not his first.

Might seem as though he's too preoccupied to notice people nearby, but anyone who comes close will find out otherwise. Botherable, if dusty.

mendanddefend_archive

Bob's at the bar, drinking a glass of Ray's Green Stuff(tm).

He's unaware that there's a sprig of mistletoe above him. He doesn't even know what mistletoe is.

Anyone care to enlighten him?

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

Lyrae thought that festive little plant decorations with the red berries were rather attractive. The place could be rather gloomy so it was time for something tasteful. So, there was a rather pretty young woman in a black silk gown sitting beneath the mistletoe, utterly oblivious to its cultural significance. She has a book, and a cup of hot tea.

What could possibly go wrong?

dontlooklisten.livejournal.com

Whistler is at the Bar, with a message from Bar herself. For once, this does not come in the form of rising and falling dots of Braille in the varnish. This is one he's going to need for some time to come, so it's on a thick sheet of thermoform 'paper'.

"I don't get it," he says, taking one hand off the paper and putting his fingertips on the Bar. "How the heck am I allergic to eggplants and not the rest of the nightshade family?"

The response is apparently Bar's equivalent of a shrug, so he goes back to reading with both hands.

"... wait, I'm allergic to basil now? Jeez..."

giftedthom.livejournal.com

*Outside, Thom: leaning against a tree, arms crossed, shoeless, snow in his hair. He looks like he should be smoking.

But isn't.*

kurosakiboy.livejournal.com

There's a boy at a table, leaning back in his chair, a book held in his hand. He's not really absorbed in it, but it's a pretty good read, so it has his attention.

Hell, he doesn't ever notice the mistletoe hanging over his table...

[ooc: The mun should be shot for this. At dawn. Or right now.]

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

Ace has commandeered the comfy couch by the fireplace, to better come up with her next plan of attack. The pimp outfit went well, she thinks, but now she has to escalate things.

There might be sketches for a glitter bomb in her notebook.

As it is, she looks utterly innocent, sketching away in her notebook, a mug of cocoa at her side, her pup sprawled across the hearth, and not a sprig of mistletoe in sight around her, the chair, or her dog (just to be safe).

That last bit actually took some work on her part. The stuff was everywhere.

Mistletoe smells nice when it burns.

not-british.livejournal.com

Chase is in the bar tonight. There's a cup of hot coffee in his hands; occasionally he takes a sip. There's a red welt--a bruise, actually--on the left side of his face, and he looks like he hasn't really been getting much sleep, but overall, he's in a pleasant mood.

Oh, and he's sitting at a table where there's mistletoe hanging above. He doesn't think much of it though even though he knows quite well what it symbolizes.

This is your chance, if you wish, to kiss a pretty Aussie.

balletrat

Meg's sitting at the bar.

It's been a while since she was in for an extended time, though if you mentioned that to her, she'd look puzzled. Time's hard to keep track of. (She wouldn't have any idea about any mistletoe, either; is Christmas really that close?)

But she's there now, carefully organizing several different kinds of chocolate truffles with colorful tops into a container. When you've got a cousin in prison, the least you can do is send them pretty care packages.

sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com

Boromir is sharpening his sword at a table.

He does not know about mistletoe. Educate him carefully.

slightlymonkish.livejournal.com

Monk.

By the fireplace, with green tea.

Under mistletoe. Oblivious.

The mun cackles.

Minimalism never goes out of style!

guppy_sandhu

The trouble with being in a medic-based pantomime, other than the part about being forced to do it, is that there are inevitably medical props involved. Like trolleys.

Unsurprisingly, Guppy has never attempted to ride a trolley standing up before, and is therefore less than keen at the prospect. With this background information in mind, he is currently out back learning to skateboard as a form of practice.

Tips will be gratefully accepted. Laughter at him having just fallen on his backside less so.

shufti

Once toddlers start being able to walk, they want to practice it all the time.

So Shufti and Jack are going slowly around the bar, the baby holding her hand and leading her to whatever takes his fancy. Because he can, and that alone is a good enough reason.

action-antihero.livejournal.com

Just like there can be an infinite number of dark, secluded cornersin the bar at any one time, there is yet another patron who jsut so happens to be sitting underneath a sprig of mistletoe. Jack's completely unaware of this of course. Even if he did, though, it may not change his seating arrangement, as at the moment he'd dare someone to come up and try and kiss him (with the exception of a few people, of course).

Any potential kissage isn't likely to result in violence, though. Just sayin'.

bprd_agent_red

The front door opens and Hellboy walks in from New Mexico and the crazy that went on there. Unlike Ray he seems pretty pleased about how things went. Got to go to space, got to beat up some monsters, and he now has a custom fit space suit as a souvenir, sweet deal.

He walks up to Bar and has a seat, resting his stone fist on its surface and ordering. "I want a beer, a bowl of chili an some of those little fish crackers." The bowl that appears is as big as his head and he sprinkles the fish onto it with a grin.

dragonofgrey.livejournal.com

Draco was sitting at a table. Actually somewhat prominent for once, nearer to the bar than to the back.
Still being watchful around the place for familiar or unfamiliar faces.
Also idly making his dagger spin around, and occasionally changing it to an adder out of sheer boredom.

No, he hasn't noticed the sprig of mistletoe over him yet. Anybody want to tell him?

new-moon-sucks.livejournal.com

Inuyasha has absolutely no idea what the weird plant is above his head... or the fact that it's probably where the mistletoe is coming from considering he's in the forest. Not in the least bit interested in the decoration but, those cookies looked interesting. He's holding one shaped like a tree... if trees were white and had about half an inch of frosting on it.

He sets it inside his hitoe for later and whips out the Tetsusaiga.

Time for some serious practice. Sword over the head and.......

"Kaze no Kizu!"

vaapadmaster.livejournal.com

Having totally forgotten about holiday traditions, Mace sits under the mistletoe, drinking tea, and reading a book.

Dare you...

http://users.livejournal.com/_righthandman_/

Now there are two Chases under the mistletoe.

This one happens to be fresh from an unpleasant encounter with a certain someone who does not enjoy being kissed, so he's now back in his own booth, shamefacedly sipping his coffee.

He's not Australian, but he's still pretty! Come say hi.

gonna_live

As Mal would say, here's how it is:

Simon is better. Going to be fine, if he isn't already. He's being...understanding.

Kaylee is curled in an armchair with something warm and very, very alcoholic. As the evening progresses, there's probably going to be more where that came from.

Kaylee doesn't know whether she's trying to think, or whether she doesn't want to think about anything.

creator_raven

[OOM: The art of losing isn't hard to master, but it has no place here.]

gone_byebye

Outside of Milliways, long ago and far away, things happen...

The door swings open. For once in his life, Ray is not covered in slime. nor is he giving off smoke.

He is, however, just ahead of a small knot of people, since Admiral Kirk, Hellboy, Romana, and the man in the grey suit accompanied him on the way out. They'll be in as soon as they wish. Ray just wanted to get the hell out of New Mexico.

"Bar," he announces, stepping away from the door, "I am going to find those Cthulhu slippers you gave me. And I am going to BURN THEM. With NUCLEAR FIRE."

Bar gives him a mug of Ovaltine the size of his head.

"BRIBERY WON'T HELP."

[For those of you not especially looking forward to trying to sort out the chronological order of the 200+ comments in the linked threads above, may I suggest a visit to this summary and link post instead?]

stilljustandrew

*There's an Andrew sitting at a not-particularly-secluded table, with a large slice of pizza and a large reference book. He's munching on the former while leafing through the latter, stopping every so often to compare illustrations or descriptions to a sketch he's got nearby.*

*Wonder what he's up to.*

lichvell-r.livejournal.com

Ravin comes downstairs, carrying... well, really almost nothing just a drawing pad. Without a word, she drops on the counter a

( note for Suzi Darley ), and makes a straight line to the door... opening it, breathing deep, and heading out.

Demi-Lich has left the building.

captainryan.livejournal.com

One of the first things Ryan notices when he comes downstairs today is that somebody's put up mistletoe. Everywhere.

He doesn't like the smell of it.

He's frowning when he sits down at the Bar and requests a book that will help him with his new job, some anti-histamine cream, and bandages. Bar kindly obliges him, adding a cup of particularly fragrant tea as well. He thanks her before applying the creme to a nasty looking rash on the palm of his right hand and bandaging it. He had thought it would be healed by now, but that doesn't seem to be happening.

"Cheers," he says a bit grimly to Bar, before fumbling the book open with his left hand.

[OOC: ~~will be out for the next hour to hour and a half. Tag anyway!~~ Back!]

sgvy-yuuki.livejournal.com

[[ Edda Two - I Am Woman ]]

Yuuki re-enters the bar; a blink, look around, and... a sigh.

Milliways actually is a welcome sight. She slips back out for a moment, then heads to the counter; first thing, pay her tab.

Second thing, hot chocolate. Care to ask why she has right hand, wrist and forearm bandaged?

hcliffhuxtable.livejournal.com

(millitimed to yesterday after the end of Cliff's and Guppy's conversation)
There are

( notes )
left for the Barmen, and to Dr. Simon Tam, yet again.
Then there is a drowsy Cliff inna bar, who's picked a couch by the fireplace to doze off.

verymodelof.livejournal.com

There is an executive producer sitting at a table alone, chin resting in one hand and staring into space with what is either deep thought or extreme boredom - it's a little hard to tell.

There is a mostly untouched iced tea sitting in front of him, making a ring on the table. He's a bit too preoccupied with whatever he is thinking about so intently. Or maybe the boredom. Boredom can be oddly distracting too.