milliways_bar | Dec. 15th, 2006

Dec. 15th, 2006

aerora.livejournal.com

[OOM: Sora dreams about returning to his home island--but is everything really as it seems? What appears to be a happy reunion between he and Riku turns into something darker, and far more mysterious...]

agirllost

[OOM: Millitimed to weeks ago and finally complete -

Everything you've ever wanted to know about Warders but didn't know how to ask

Kim tells Moiraine about her bond with Behrooz. ]

fighting_mad

[OOM: On Eiattu, the planet is on the brink of civil war, even if there's some good news. Millitimed to several days ago.]

tibetanmethod

[Out of Milliways, and into Twin Peaks:

Two weeks ago, after this, Moiraine and Cooper went on a field trip. It was supposed to be pie and Cary Grant.

It ends up being the Log Lady and zombies.

A few days later, Twin Peaks time (but yesterday, Milliways time), Cooper gets some alarming information.]

buddyofchrist.livejournal.com

Another day, another meaningless 24 hours of Maggie-free woe and tasty cheese sticks courtesy of Bar. So Biff has decided to spice things up a bit tonight. He's decided to go swimming. In the ice-cold waters of the ice-cold lake. He can do that, you know. He's a Buddhist monk.

Thus, as the back door of the bar is kicked open, the betoweled population of the clientel increases by one.

Ahem. Correction.

The betoweled population of the clientel increases by one dripping, muscular, Nazarene hunk of a man. Who just happens to have memorized the Kama Sutra. Oh my, is it hot in here, or is it just Biff?

Anyway, he walks through the back door, gripping his towel, waving to friends, grinning at ladies, making occasional East-side gestures that give him the appearance of someone who's having a minor epileptic fit, the firelight glistening off the droplets of water dripping down his muscular abs as he makes his way to the bar, leans on the tabletop, and -

Sees the front door. Right there in plain sight. And stops, mouth agape, towel a-droop.

. . . there are swim trunks on under there. Chill out.

burbonmilkshake.livejournal.com

Faye hums quietly as she gets out of the pool. She recently had joined the Y--she needed some way to get away from Marty and Dora's cuddling, after all--and had begun to swim regularly.

This time, she was wrapping a beach towel around herself and opening the door into the locker room. Instead she found herself stepping into the Bar--and when she turned around to get back to the Y, she found the door gone.

She pounded on the wall in frustration. "Damnit, Bar!" she yelled, towel slipping a bit to reveal a black one-piece bathing suit.

amanda-darieux.livejournal.com

Amanda walks downstairs with a huge stack of

( invites )

"Bar could you please deliver these when they come in?" the huge stack disapears. Each letter includes a return envelope and RSVP sheet.

And then she walks out the front door to do a little Christmas shopping.

futures_of_ash

Rachel hadn't been able to Catch Suzi the day before, so today there was a

( note and a package for her. )

Those delivered, Rachel dutifully ate what Bar supplied today, some version of scrambled eggs with unidentifiable, and inseparable, bits. Then she she was headed for the lake door.

sime-channel.livejournal.com

Now this is a note that Suzi could get down with. It translates, roughly, into Suzi Darley, you're going to New Orleans! and with time-differences between here and San Francisco she may even have them all delivered by Christmas.

All of her outstanding commissions are given to Bar, she's got them done, and she gets her normal cup of vitamin tea in return. Taking a sip she informs Bar, "Its a good thing I'm, um, I'm used to being obedient about health matters. This tastes terrible." but her voice is wryly amused, and she pats Bar with a couple of tentacles.

The note she gets in return says that she can have better tasting suppliments, but that involves being very, very careful not to share food with anyone else in the bar. And actually eating it.

This requires deep thought.

krisofvaldemar.livejournal.com

Kris is outside, walking along a track that leads deeper into the woods. He keeps an eye out for any wildlife, though he expects most would be hibernating or denned for the winter. He'd heard wolves' howling at least the once since he arrived at Milliways. A pair of daggers wouldn't be much help there,and neither would his particular mind-magic.

Hence his waiting for daylight to venture outside. He's not on familiar enough terms with anyone to ask to borrow a weapon, and it hasn't crossed his mind to ask Bar for one. If, when his door reappears, he means to try to be prepared. A little voice in the back of his mind whispers that he's fooling himself.

Kris tells it savagely to shut up, NOW, and continues his hike. A fallen branch catches his eye. He crouches, picks it up one-handed with a pained grimace. Long enough, and not softwood such as pine. It may do.

He sits on a boulder, in a patch of sunlight, and sets the wood across his lap, a carving knife in his left hand. Botherable, if tired and in a snarky mood.

gone_byebye

[OOM: Ray's sister contemplates the untenable situation with her boys, and gets one hell of a surprise.]

Ray went home last night. Sanity time in your room at Milliways is all very nice, but eventually you really want to get back to New York. That, unfortunately, has not quite happened yet. It takes a while to get back to the city from New Mexico when one of the biggest weather systems in a decade is hovering over the Great Lakes area, waiting for its chance at auditions for The Perfect Storm II: The Wreck of the Robert MacKenzie. Even private government jets have to deal with traffic at O'Hare, it would seem.

Better Milliways than the waiting room in Albuquerque, he figures. The coffee's good, at least, and the company's probably better.

ninja-mountie.livejournal.com

[OOM: The Silver Corporal makes a discovery on the trail of a murderer.]

The door opens to the twilight gloom of a snow-shrouded Canadian forest. A gust of icy wind and snow follows the little man in the white rabbit-fur parka in, but he carefully closes the door behind him. "Looks like it worked," he says as he pushes back his hood. He pauses to look down into the space between his parka and his chest. Then he heads over to the Bar.

"Ma'am," he says to the Bar, "I know this ain't the kind of thing a man ought to ask for lightly, but if you've got any fresh mare's milk or something there- first day's milk- I'd be mighty grateful."

Bar not only provides a bowl of the stuff, but a soft rag and a small blanket as well.

"Thank you kindly, ma'am," says the Silver Corporal as he takes the tray and heads for the fire with the greatest of care.

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

[ooc: A Walk in the Woods.]

female-were.livejournal.com

Raina is in a booth. She has a large plate of pancakes, bacon, and sausage in front of her, with a nice size dent in all the food. It should really be wrong for someone so small to be able to eat so much food. She's multitasking while she eats though. Meaning that she's going through an herb seed catalog while she eats.

She gives a small glance around the bar while she takes a drink from her orange juice. Company, she might appreciate. Just maybe.

hearthethoughts.livejournal.com

This has been....a strange week for Matt Parkman. People in towels. Really messed up dreams.

So upon hitting the bar floor the next morning-he's a bit disgruntled to discover that there's no door-but what are you going to do? Such is life. Ce La Vie and all that. And last night with those drinks and that anti-california blond woman.

Bah.

So he slides into bar proper and shrugs, "...What's good today?"

Bar provides a Venti Mocha Frappachino that could just have easily come from Starbucks-if not for the plastic cup reading Milliways. It's a little whiter then he's used to.

Matt squints for a moment, "...K."

And a scone. With blueberries.

The cop shrugs before finishing it off.

".....If I find out that scone? wasn't gluten free?" Matt pokes the bar's top, "You'll be hearing from my lawyer. And next time use the Guatamala blend for the mocha okay?"

Sheesh.

"...And can I get a copy of the times? And Variety?"
Huh. He usually hates the entertainment newspapers.

goodbyesandusky.livejournal.com

Gothboy innabar, a bit more well-rested than his last appearance, and not quite so sullen.

He's still got his box of costume bits, though he's not working on them at the moment, he's working his way through the world's biggest plate of chilli-cheese fries ever.

If you don't mind the mistletoe, you're welcome to share the fries, and if you don't mind the chillicheese you're welcome to notice the mistletoe.

Clive himself hasn't noticed it yet.

thiefprinceremy.livejournal.com

Why, yes, he does know he's under the mistletoe. In fact, he put himself there on purpose, ~~playboy~~ ~~fandom bicycle~~ slut (let's call a spade a spade shall we?) that he is, and yes, indeed, he is shirtless.

This is mostly because he thought it would be a good idea to go make snow-angels and came in all soggy. He went up to his room to change and came back in pants. Apparently all his shirts are in the wash.

Or they've been eaten by rabid gerbils, never can tell around here.

prone-to-panic.livejournal.com

There's an Archie in the bar tonight, nothing new there. He's in a relatively cheerful mood, he's got a place at the bar, and a basket of fried paradoxes he's picking at as he's watching the crowd. Come say hi, he'll share.

futures_of_ash

There were often signs of the End of the World in Bar. End of the Universe and all...it could rain frogs and people would giggle or some such...

Seeing Rachel behind Bar though? Now that was shiver worthy, especially considering the lack of spandex, addition of a nice, crisp apron, and the various machines surrounding her.

It certainly wasn't what she was used to, but everyone had to start small when opening their own business. It would do, though by her annoyed glance around her small corner of caffeine supply, one would think her upset.

The wise might wonder when she learned to make anything on the suddenly appearing price board. The wiser? Would hide.

For the rest though, well, it seemed she was open for business.

[Looking for a quick yupping? Character spazzing without drink in hand? Tag in! ~~Replies will be slowed when mun goes to work, but until then...~~ Mun is off to work. Anyone who tags in with get responses in the morning, but may certainly be Yupped in their next EP regardless!]

takiena_called

It would be foolish to say that Finn never leaves his mother and the little one, though it is something he is reluctant to do. But it is still light out side (as light as it gets, with the cloud-roofed sky), and his mother wanted him to buy some candles, so he enters through the front door wrapped up against the outside weather.

But-this isn't Korim Lo Ish's shop, and the nearest tavern is three streets from here.

Finn knows something is wrong, so he calls Leila? urgently in his mind, because if anyone knows why this has happened it would have to be the priestesses.

She's not there. He can't sense her at all.

There is a fourteen-year-old boy backed up against the door, trying to keep calm.

lvpd_sidle

"--can we hope that he rots in hell?"

"That would depend on--"

"Yeah, yeah, I know. I was being rhetorical--ow, Georgia, honey, let go of my hair."

Two CSIs. One bebbe Goddess.

Bother.

time-in-my-life.livejournal.com

December 15th, 2006 (Henry is 26 and 43)

HENRY: It's the future. I can tell, because the first thing I notice after I have finished vomiting behind a rock is that everything feels thinner than it should. I don't feel quite as...full, as I should. It's hard to explain.

The second thing I notice is that its cold. For a guy who is currently naked and carrying nothing whatsoever, that's an important thing. I do as I always do in these situations; namely, wrap my arms around myself and move on the spot a little to try and keep warm because I might just snap back to the library at any moment. While I'm doing this, I look around - there's a lake, and a forest and plenty of green. In the distance there are lights coming from a building and that'll be my first stop if I don't disappear again in a few minutes time. There's only so long I can stay here and hope to go home before it gets too cold to think anymore. But I'll give it a little while yet. I always do.

[OOC: Explanation from canon here. Mun should be around for a good long time tonight so please do tag if so inclined, even if its later on.]

puckishly.livejournal.com

Whoa. Is that ... Robin Goodfellow?

Why, yes!

I do believe it is.

He is, as it happens, sitting at the edge of a table, beneath a rather conspicuous sprig of mistletoe.

And a merry Christmas to you.

foxy-l33t.livejournal.com

Cue one silver, seven-tailed kitsune in the bar. Laini is currently perched on the back of a chair (precariously balanced), eyeing figure on the screen of her PDA with some frustrated concern. A larger display of those calculations are holo-projected in the air in front of her, (though unless you can read Nepalese Manticorian with subnotes in British Colombian-regional dialect Wendigoation, it looks like a bunch of alien gibberish), but at the moment she is not paying attention to it.

Right now, Laini is trying to figure out some sort of calculation where one of the factors involved is shrimp- and the recent scarcity thereof.

young_tmriddle

Tom is in for a little while this evening. He sits at the bar, drinking his usual scotch.

He can certainly be bothered.

neverswimalone.livejournal.com

Did you think that animals would be safe? Perhaps they're on the molecular level as tofu. Perhaps they can relate to the tofu beast?

Of course not!

Well...Not these animals at least.

There are penguins in the bar, specifically Rico and the Skipper. Rico is gnawing on a fish whilst the Skipper lounges in his activewear! by Suzi. He's grown to like it.

There're these funny little crunchy things all over the fish, but the skipper? He's got a nice warm cup of coffee.

Bother at will.
You know you want to.

argyle_princess

Hannah, over by the fireplace, with a loop of string stretched between her fingers. She just wanted to see if she could still remember how make string figures. She's stuck on Jacob's ladder, and fast losing patience with the whole thing.

Distraction, in the form of company, would be lovely.

scourgeofpiracy.livejournal.com

Norrington comes downstairs and heads for the Bar. For once, he doesn't order anything alcoholic, choosing coffee instead.

The coffee tastes... odd. But not unpleasantly so, so after a moment of eyeing it warily, he shrugs and finishes drinking it anyway.

About ten minutes later...

"What do I look like?"

There follows a hasty demand for a mirror and horrified peering at his hair.

mitanarchist

There's an anarchist reviewing notes in a notebook.

There might be a sprig of mistletoe over his head.

He may not have noticed it.

Bother.

guppy_sandhu

Guppy is in one corner of the bar, guitar in hand, very quietly trying to work out the chords to Grease is the word.

He gets a cup of tea from one of the rats, and sips it, grimacing slightly. He tries it again, trying to work out why it tastes different.

"Is this UHT? Because if it is I'm not paying for it." he calls after the rat as it disappears. He plays one more chord then blinks, stops and puts the guitar down.

And this is a total waste of time, why don't I just buy a chord book? Or look it up on the internet. I shall schedule in to do so when I get home. I could get that report in early instead and impress Nathan.

He gets a giant stack of paperwork out of his bag and gets on with it, occasionally pausing to check his hair in the teaspoon.

shufti

It could have been a small exploding plate, or a low flying cooked potato impacting at several hundred miles an hour.

Or it could just be Jack Manackle having dinner, which is a pretty messy experience at the best of times. Shufti is going around him, picking up bits of mashed potato.

He might be flicking potato over the edge on purpose. One of the delights of being ten and a half months old is that things disappearing onto the floor and being picked up is intensely entertaining.

huntress-moon.livejournal.com

Quietly thoughtful goddess in the bar, a sleeping hound at her feet. Mug of hot apple cider in hand. Dressed in modern clothes, with outdoors style to it. She rather liked the mistletoe around. Handy poison for arrows at times. But she was not having with silly mortal traditions about being underneath some. That's 'Dite's department not hers.

dragonofgrey.livejournal.com

Depending on when you happen to notice him, there's either a pale wizard in the bar. Under mistletoe.

Or a fox sitting in his seat, ditto on the mistletoe. It's rather hard for him to avoid it. Annoying stuff. Only good thing about the holidays is the gifts.

prototype-karr.livejournal.com

KARR sits in his favorite spot near the back door, parked so that he can get the best view of the rest of the bar. The AI is displaying a distinct lack of holiday cheer; there's no mistletoe or other holiday items near him. What he's got instead is a scanner moving at a sullen, sluggish pace-it seems that he's got a rather grinchy approach to the whole holidays thing.

and-far-away.livejournal.com

OOM: The hard times begin here and now.

...and it works, as Sharpe sends up a hasty and wordless prayer of relief.

Then he's focused, desperately, on looking around for someone who can help, as he cradles the tiny blood-smeared - and far, far too silent - baby in his hands. A healer, a doctor from after his time, anyone...

"Somebody help me! Please!"

doc-venkman.livejournal.com

Peter stopped in the bar, and noticed something different. Some kind of mat? And a screen. What the heck?

He stopped over to study it.

"Dance Dance Revolution? What the?" He then made the foolish mistake of stepping on the pad. Very big, foolish mistake. The screen came alive with lots of songs swooping around, and a random one got selected. A very perky, and happy one.

"I'm a Barbie Girl, living in a Barbie world..."

Before Peter could even wonder about why there were arrows flashing on screen, his feet started moving to the chipper beat.

....

"MOTHERPUSBUCKET!"

(ooc: Can react to Venkman, or just the machine itself, it's up to you! Have fun! original link about this here.)