milliways_bar | Dec. 21st, 2006

Dec. 21st, 2006

politestpirate.livejournal.com

There are two things left with Bar, before Wellard heads upstairs. One is a small box, addressed to

( Mary Lennox. )

The other note took a bit more time to write out, and is addressed to

( Commodore Lyon. )

At the moment, that is the best he can do- so Wellard takes his leave upstairs.

mandercommander.livejournal.com

Bonzo is in the Bar, looking at a drink. There's something on his mind, but he's...well, it's buried deep in there and he's not sure what to do about it. So, mark him down as looking reflective, just deep in thought.

songofbullets.livejournal.com

When El walks, there's a musical jangle, the sound of chain links. He glances around the bar, blinking.

Setting his guitar case down, he slides into a booth, head tilted as he watches the festivities. El never looks welcoming, but he seems amiable enough to conversation.

pirate-gibbs.livejournal.com

Not long before Jack started Acting Strange...Er, he left instructions with Gibbs. And so, Gibbs is braving the strange lights and sounds of the Bar on a mission.

He leaves

( a note for Adam Young and Alanna, Will Turner, Elizabeth Swann, ex-Commodore Norrington, Tia Dalma, Wash and Zoe, Simon and Kaylee, Wellard, Archie and Svava, Rachel Grey, and Raven )

His handwriting is as atrocious as his spelling, and no doubt Bar will fix that as it has fixed the misspelled names. (Simon is not spelled with two Ms).

He places the note on the bar, and watches it vanish. He still can't get used to that.

This job done, Gibbs heads back to the Pearl, visions of rum-soaked fruitcake dancing in his head.

gone_byebye

Ray's been studying all the texts he can find, looking for curses, spirits, or influences of any kind that match up with the symptoms he's seen so far in the tofu incident. One more write-up on ergot poisoning masquerading as mass religious experience and he is going to hit somebody with an orbital guillotine ray.

He's taking a break at the moment for breakfast. Bar's still kind of unhappy about him insisting on PKE scanning his order every time, so while she's given him cow's milk, the cereal is Boo Berry rather than Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs.

One takes what one can get. Especially when one is wearing Incredible Hulk slippers.

amanda-darieux.livejournal.com

Amanda is sitting by the observation window taking a break from the holiday prep work. The party is a few days away. The invitations are sent out and the tent is ready to be set up. But most everything is ready. Still some presents to buy but mostl she is done. So before the next shopiing spree she is indulging in the Godiva chocolates she got at the store on her way here.

Come by she may be willing to share, after all, tis the season.

fallen-april.livejournal.com

April.

Bar.

Sketchbook.

Minimalism.

...Bother.

unique-moments.livejournal.com

There is a baby and a Samantha in the bar. Sam has a bag! It is large!! She sets it on the bar and it disappears. There are gifts for Wes Janson, Shalla Nelprin, Mike, Melaka Fray, Raph, Arthur Dent, Kenna, Jaina Solo Fel, Jagged Fel, Zekk, Tahiri Veila, Zoe Warren, Malcom Reynolds, Shufti and Jack Manackle, River Tam, Ben Skywalker, Kaye, Trillian and Fenchurch.

After that is done (and it's tiring work), Sam goes and sits in an armchair with Elliot, along with a bottle, a cup of tea for Sam, and the stuffed Ewok. Poke them!!

perfectblue.livejournal.com

It's anybody's guess as to how Illyria ended up drinking something with tofu in it, given that she doesn't, strictly speaking, have to eat or drink anything. In all likelihood she was simply curious, or even more likely, bored. All the narration knows is that one minute she was walking out the door to go kill things in her world, and the next, she was walking back in, screeching into a cell phone that is suddenly stubbornly refusing to work, and wearing a crimson velour tracksuit that says, appropriately, "GODDESS" across the back of the pants.

Apparently instead of killing things, she'd just come from tae bo.

While still blue, her hair now has subtly shaded highlights and lowlights, and the rest of the blue of her complexion has been toned down into something more, dare we say, subtle?

She's going to kill her mun for this.

But for once, she's not likely to kill anyone else! Violence is so last year.

ninja-mountie.livejournal.com

Ordinarily he'd be outside on a day like this, roaming the landscape, maybe even investigating those odd dark shapes he can about see through the back-wall window of the Bar- but for today the bantam-sized Mountie has more important things to do. The bluegrey husky puppy is still far too small and weak to leave alone, or even to leave with a caregiver he doesn't know yet. Thus, there's a silver-haired man in the red tunic of the Royal North-West Mounted Police over by the fireplace, feeding a puppy that can't posisbly be more than a few days old and periodically glancing around the room.

undignified

Wes has fries and fruit juice; anything else to eat or drink seems a bit dangerous lately.

He's also got a table. Plus his notepad and pen, a note at which he's not sure whether to laugh or facepalm (perhaps both), and best of all, Christmas presents.

The Ewok sits on top of the films with the chocolate in front of it. It's guarding it. Of course chocolate needs guarded by stuffed Ewoks; it's their primary occupation.

(There might be mistletoe (or mistletofu?) in the vicinity too, but Wes doesn't know what that is.)

doc-venkman.livejournal.com

Here's another Ghostbuster in the bar, and giving Bar a *look*.

"Bar, I love ya, but don't you even think of slipping me that tofu crap. And I want coffee-flavored coffee. No bells and whistles, capisce?" Long pause, and then he got some plain lukewarm coffee. Eh, it'll have to do. He can drink it black if he had to. He downed it quickly, and went through his notes.

Beware Milliways, Dr. Venkman's in the bar, and he means business.

lastczarnian.livejournal.com

Lobo comes from upstairs, and to the Bar, hair still damp from his (morning?) shower. The season is a busy one for him, and Milliways is a convenient crash-place between jobs.

"My usual babe."

Instead of his normal double cheeseburger, well done, and ale, the Main Man recives a vegan burger with tofu, and a soy milk shake.

There is a drumming of fingers on the wooden surface... "Cow, and booze, babe..."

Bar quickly withdraws the zombie food, and it is replaced with the breakfast of maniacs. Tragedy averted, no Yuppie Lobo (even if mun has an icon of the Last Czarnian in a suit, hidden somewhere).

Bother at will. But we know it will not happen.

mendanddefend_archive

A long day at work for the mun translates into another rough night for Bob. After several hours of watching the doors and fighting to stay awake, Bob finally dragged himself back to room 503 and collapsed on the unmade bed. He awoke around noon, refreshed but no less worried than before.

Now he's back down in the bar, nursing a glass of the Green Stuff and carefully watching for a tall man with a white cane or a small woman with tentacled arms.

It's been nearly two full days since he last saw Whistler. It's been longer than that since he last saw Suzi.

Bob is not a happy sprite right now.

[ooc: ~~Leaving to finish up my Giftmas shopping. I'll catch up on tags when I get back.~~ Back. That took longer than I expected. Sorry!]

captainryan.livejournal.com

Ryan's had enough of the tofu-smelling bar for a while, so he's outside with a large black bin bag that's bulging with smaller black bin bags, each of which holds a set of shoes, trousers, and tee. He's walking around the perimeter of the woods and every now and then he disappears into them, only to reemerge about 20 minutes later with a slightly less stuffed bag.
It's all Wells' fault.
He's a bit grumpy that he has to do this at all.

[OOC: Mun ~~is folding laundry and~~ has to work with a ~~evil computer~~ slow internet connection. But she's here, so tag away.]

twistedhealer.livejournal.com

The appearance of a door where none was a moment ago came as something of a shock, and yet never let it be said that she is not capable of grasping opportunity where it might come.

She is taller than most men, and garbed all in black. Her skin is dark, her hair is wavy, and her eyes are cold. The woman enters the bar deliberately, closing the door behind her with a firm click, and then surveys the room with a dispassionate gaze.

nita_callahan

[OOM: Nita has an odd dream.]

nita_callahan

Nita's outside, appropriately bundled up, enjoying the snow and the quiet, and thinking.

It's too bad it's so dark; otherwise there would be snowball throwing at people she knows foolish enough to wander by. Oh, well. Solstice -- what can you do?

his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com

Today, Sarah Jane has discovered just how cold it is outside by the lake. It was her first time seeing the lake and really, it was quite beautiful. But oh, was it chilly, even when wearing her yellow rain anorak. She never did fancy the Scottish weather much.

So now, Sarah sits inside with a blue cap fitted snuggly on her head while her anorak remains on, covered by a warm fleece blanket wrapped around her shoulders. Her eyes watch the fire as she sips a cup of warm cocoa, enjoying the warmth. A much better alternative, if you ask her.

blue_eyed_lord

It is Midwinter's Day and the Black Rider is in the bar, a cold shadow in the warm-lit room. Subtle tension is noticeable in his stance, leaning as if at ease against an unoccupied table. That the tension shows at all is a measure of how great it is. Impassively, he watches the snow accumulate on the far side of the windowpane, obscuring the night beyond.

Tonight. Tonight, he'll be rid of this place for good.

explorertruman.livejournal.com

Truman came down the stairs, two at a time. Brief glance to the Door, still there, whew. He then found a seat near the fireplace. He was surprised how really cold a real winter can be. And he didn't remember seeing mountains over the lake before, but it looked beautiful. He figured it should be safer to ask the waitrat for orders, and asked for some hot chocolate. With specific instructions for it to be soy-free. He then scanned the bar, keeping an eye out for familiar faces. One particularly tonight.

hands-unclean.livejournal.com

Were you thinking of speaking with Lady Macbeth tonight? She has a look about her, an air of impatience, and of having already left this place behind.

If this is what you sense, you would not be far wrong. But, as chance has it, you may have other things on your mind. If you two speak, it will not be with farewells in your heart, nor will you notice that her usual manner of dress is altered. No queen's garb here, nor ornate jewels, but fitted jeans, a button-down shirt, a ponytail, and lace-up shoes.

That will not cross your mind, not now or later. But if you should come across her, before she comes across him, she will not begrudge a little time more for you. It is, after all, part of their illusion.

over_europe

There is a soldier sitting at the bar. It is difficult to say how long he has been there, but the amount of empty space in the glass of whiskey held in one hand might be a clue that it has been some time. His rifle rests on the bar beside his elbow, strap dangling, and his helmet (covered in camoflauge material) is balanced on the butt of the weapon.

His uniform, circa 1944, is battered and dirty, though Nix himself doesn't have a scratch on him. He may often be an observer rather than a fighter but he's right on the front lines alongside the men, as the well-worn quality of his clothes and equipment attest. The unobtrusive captain's bars are new; the look of amused bewilderment is not. This particular look is being directed at a note in his hand.

alorn-bear.livejournal.com

Belar's been outside for most of today, up in the mountains. It's hard work, making sure your creation is exactly the way you'd imagined it. Even in weather like today's you can work up a sweat.

This is why there's a large male polar bear paddling about in the lake, near the shore.

Well, that and there's fish.

guppy_sandhu

Guppy is sitting at the bar, waiting for Amanda and Sara in his highly fashionable new T-shirt (white, with a big red 'SHOCKED' on it), black leather jacket (borrowed from Abs 'why-the-hell-does-my-skateboard-have-teeth-marks-in-it-Guppy' Denham) and black jeans (which are... just jeans.)

And he looks incredibly nervous. As would you if you had been roped into doing a pantomime, received only ten days warning and had to do two fifteen metre standing up rides on a trolley whilst singing a solo.

action-antihero.livejournal.com

Jack's outside tonight, taking a walk through the snow, trying to clear his head. The climate isn't something he's used to, Southern California boy that he is; more a novelty, the kind of thing he'd see if he and Teri took Kim to the San Bernardino mountains for a vacation than something that was a normal part of winter.

It's the novelty, as well as the peace and quiet that's pulled him outside tonight, though. He needs the time to try and sort things out, to try and piece together the stories he's heard, try and figure out what people weren't telling him. Everyone he'd talked to--particularly those that knew him from his world, later on, had seemed to have something they were avoiding talking to him about, something they were uncomfortable with and trying to hide. The only one who'd been up front with him was Nina, and the news she'd given him wasn't something he enjoyed thinking about, even if he had no choice.

So far, everyone he knew in the bar seemed to be friends with Ryan, and Ryan had seemed to be friends with him; something which still boggled his mind. So, there were a couple options. Either they didn't know what Nina knew, or they were hiding it, lying about it. Considering how friendly some of them had been, it's hard to imagine it's the latter; Elaine had been so kind, so friendly that he doesn't want to think about the fact that she might have been lying. Trying to draw information from her without letting on was bad enough, he'd felt guilty doing it, as he hadn't been able to detect any hint of duplicity in her tone, except for a couple times when she was avoiding talking about something. Lying and avoiding something weren't necessarily the same thing.

Jack lets out a long sigh, watching his breath plume in the air before fading. Nothing is adding up, and so far, it's only adding to his frustration.

[ooc: Just a reminder; younger!Jack is leaving the bar as of tomorrow, so if your pup would like to run into him, now's your chance. Feel free to tag after I've gone to bed; I'm completely open to slowtimes, though my schedule is going to be a little restricted for the next few days.

Also, all threads are millitimed to before this one. *cackles*]

shufti

Shufti is standing near the trilobite tank, holding Jack against her shoulder and rocking him gently. She sings quietly in his ear, softly, fairly tunelessly, trying to get him to settle and take a nap.

She may never understand how a baby can make so much fuss about having to wear his froggie pyjamas instead of his teddy pyjamas whilst they're being washed.

balletrat

*Meg's back in the bar, looking a little puzzled.

Things in the House of Arch have been . . . odd, lately. And now she notices it, there do seem to be more people in the bar in suits -

She's starting to wonder if the place has been handed over to a corporation.

She's also making lists, because with Christmas coming up faster than she expected, she needs to start thinking up presents fast.*

doctor-weir.livejournal.com

Elizabeth's in the bar, and she keeps staring at the space where the door should be, far more than she did before Kate Heightmeyer became another resident at the Bar and the End of the Universe.

She should be home.

She wants to be home.

Now she just needs to get there.

sheila-nagig.livejournal.com

[OOM: The miracle of an easy birth.]

An old lady proceeds to enter through the front door. Most people have probably never seen her before.

But they may recognise her. Maybe if they've visited Ireland, or maybe even if they just look closely at the face, they'll recognise something of her old self.

What they may not recognise is the small, still bundle that's wrapped in her arms. Or the way she hobbles, her shoulders hunched, to the chair beside the fireplace, her silver hair splaying over the winged back, coddling the infant in her arms.

And she knows that it'll be her last time here.

Sheila-na-gig has come to say goodbye.

Current Mood: calm

livewithrats.livejournal.com

Tonight, on the longest of nights, Krycek finds himself seated near the fireplace with a sleeping Kazimir curled against the crook of his arm.

The kitten's ears twitch every so often, although it goes unnoticed by his owner. Krycek is distracted, staring intently at the flames of the fire as they dance, as if hypnotized by their motions.

It's winter.

He sighs quietly, absently running his fingers against Kazimir's little head. "[Winter is cold for those with no warm memories,]" he mutters in Russian to the snoozing ball of fluff. Again, there is a twitch of the ears, but no further movement from the creature.

Krycek never really did enjoy the holidays.

argyle_princess

Hannah is curled up on a couch near the fireplace, with her hands wrapped around her hot chocolate, enjoying the fact that at the moment, there isn't anything at all that she needs to be doing.

She's also half-heartedly debating going outside. On the one hand, there's snow, which is not a given for Christmas (or any other time) if you're from Southern California. On the other hand, it's really cold out there.

ETA: [ooc: Bedtime. Slowtime on the morrow, if you wish.]

prydeful

[OOM: Bright spot, smart mouth.]

and-far-away.livejournal.com

Sharpe comes in, carrying baby Dominique very carefully, and heads for a chair by the fire where it's warm.

He'll be happy to talk to anyone.

bringnewjokes

Goth chick minor in the Bar!

With a salad. Being a vegetarian, Sam thrived on salads, bread, and most things that weren't meat. As such, her salad was loaded with chopped up celery, tomatoes, lettuce, spinach, tofu, cucumbers, carrots...

And more tofu.

Without anyone around to warn her for the time being, Sam recieved her salad and went to go sit down, eating the first bite and smiling happily. Veggies!