milliways_bar | Dec. 23rd, 2006

Dec. 23rd, 2006

twistedhealer.livejournal.com

She has been here for a day, the woman who calls herself Anath Dorje. She has heard strange things, and seen strange sights. It has been, in all aspects, a normal introduction to this place; although she is unaware of this fact.

If nothing else this is a respite. She may take time to think, and from thinking to plan. All after planning is ignored, time enough to consider the hows when the whats are more firmly in line.

She watches the Window through large, dark eyes, and allows the sight of the universe's end to sooth her roiling mind.

no-more-chianti.livejournal.com

You know what the thing about Boston is?

It gets damn cold in December.

Nevertheless, Clarice is braving the weather, because her roommate has gone home for the holidays and she, Clarice, is out of coffee, which means she's making her way to the little cafe down the street because she knows they're still open--

She doesn't mean to end up here.

She really, really doesn't.

"Oh, shit--"

Fortunately, the door doesn't disappear on her this time.

Needless to say, this is a relief.

tibetanmethod

Meg is off getting the chalkboard.

While she does that, Cooper turns to Bar and requests a slew of items, which he then takes outside, setting up right outside the building --

"Mountains." Cooper blinks. "Huh."

-- before going back inside and bounding up the stairs. They're going to need extra help. In this case, it comes from Moiraine. And since Moiraine was in her study with Lan Mandragoran -- the more hands, the better, for this.

Dale Cooper is about to demonstrate the Tibetan Method.

He holds open the lake door for them both, and casts an anxious look at the portrait as he follows them out. "We're just waiting on Meg, with the chalkboard."

latino_menace

Ramon likes Christmas, hence his good mood and relaxed appearance. He finds its a perfect excuse to lounge around and pretend to be benevolent, which makes it that much more fun when he shows that good moods are usually entirely fake when he wears them. But don't let that you get put off from approaching.

[OOC: ~~Probably won't be around for long, as mun has to work stupid breakfast shift in the morning, bah. But I miss my boy and slowtime or short threads are love.~~ And slowtime it is! Stupid work. *smites* Thanks y'all!]

verymodelof.livejournal.com

Note: Directly after "1x11: The Christmas Show". Because I... couldn't help myself.

Danny steps into the bar.

Pauses.

Frowns.

Wonders why it is he always ends up at this place after a show - and yet before the wrap party, which seems fundamentally unfair.

But that isn't enough to faze him right now. Because it's Christmas (well, almost Christmas). And Danny Tripp has gone to a place called "say it".

There's a bit of a smile on his lips as he heads to the bar to order an iced tea. Even bars appearing in his studio can't spoil his night.

didntseeit.livejournal.com

Ajedrez has been keeping to her room, and to the brothel, for one very, very good reason.

The yuppies.

Not that she's really talked to any, but she's been watching and her metaphorical hackles have been going up even as another part of her brain has been going 'what. the. hell?'. Today, however, she's a little tired of hiding and thus she is down in the main bar. She's dressed for work, as she's just come off her shift - comfortable shoes, black pants, with the bodice from Halloween and her thick hair has been pulled back into a high ponytail.

She is also wearing the leather jacket she picked up in Florence (in an oom that isn't finished yet). It's leather. It's brown, and orange, and green, and all patched together. It's mildly seventies and just this side of tacky.

Ajedrez loves it to pieces.

She is also arguing with Bar. If you can understand Spanish, then the subject of 'proper food' and 'real coffee' comes up fairly often.

madetomend.livejournal.com

It's getting to look a lot like Christmas! Sally's even getting into the spirit- she's working on some projects (gifts- that's what they're called!) and hopefully she'll get around to finishing them all.

At the moment, Skippy (the cross-dressing Kangaroo) is sitting atop the mountain of material scraps sitting across the tabletop from Sally.

No doubt, if she's met you (even if she doesn't know your name!) you'll be getting something.

foxy-l33t.livejournal.com

Laini has always considered herself a quick student. After talking to Suzi, and getting the note that said that the idea worked-

She is sitting at a table, leaning back in her chair, feet propped up. On the table is a sign.

Loved One acting Odd? Willing to do Anything to get them Back to Normal? Speak to the 7-Tailed Kitsune.

Of course, while looking rather smug, she is also humming something by Right Said Fred.

(Off delivering gifts- will bbiab)

Current Mood: smug
Current Music: I'm Too Sexy

stuck-mynock.livejournal.com

Atton comes down the stairs, placing a bag of very poorly wrapped gifts on the Bar and watching them vanish.

That done, he heads over to a booth to try and make a tower out of crackers. It keeps falling down, and for some reason, Atton appears shocked by this every time it happens.

Botherable.

undignified

Wes wanders down to the main bar area, a pencil tucked behind his ear and a blue exam book in his hand.

He places the book on Bar, checks the front is all spelt right, then grins to himself.

"Hey -- make sure Mike gets this, okay? And tell him I'm sorry it's late. But, y'know, timelines or whatever. Thanks," he adds as the book disappears.

This is what's inside.

(Along with, at the back, a not-half-bad pencil sketch of two Ewoks drinking elaborate cocktails; the mun just can't draw.)

That done, he orders some juice, then heads back upstairs to the sims.

jedi-exile.livejournal.com

There is a Kira in the bar, wearing a blue shirt with the words 'I saved the galaxy and all I got was this stupid shirt' printed on it, and a glowy purple crystal on a silver chain. Neither match each other, or the soft tan kneeboots...but all matched the black skirt [and who cares if a Jedi has fashion sense, anyway?!].

Two action figures stand opposite each other, one with a white and red mask, and the other looks like a five year old glued him back together.

Botherable!!

renevatio.livejournal.com

Milliways, as has been noted, is a weird, weird place.

Sometimes Lincoln can't keep track of how long he's been here. Time takes its own time between the Bar and the room he's stuck in. Sometimes he wonders if he's been here a year, stuck just on the other side of the door from the Merrick Institute. How many of them had died by now? How many had he failed to save from becoming mere products? It wakes him in a sweat sometimes.

Sometimes he dreams. There were holidays and he was dressed as something strange, wasn't he. One time he got covered in glitter. Another time his legs turned all shaggy. Still another, he was turned into a bird. And there were people, too: a dwarf dressed a sitar hugged him once. Those are better than the normal nightmares. Jordan gets mashed up in a car, and her sponsor smiles and thanks Lincoln and walks free. Tom twists his face into something mean and ugly, and reaches into Lincoln's abdomen to tear out his liver. Lima and Starkweather, cut up, wander through the Institute, and no one else notices that they're dead. Dr. Merrick keeps talking, in his strange, calming voice, and goes about his business with impunity and conviction.

Lincoln's got a watch that he took from Tom's apartment: he was wearing it when he and Jordan fled back to the Bar, after they realized who would be coming for them. It's still on time in his world. Every time he sits up in bed, he grabs for it and reads the face. The hands move slowly, here, perhaps, because in L.A., it's six in the morning, the day after they left.

Time here is all shite, he decides, in a voice that's part Tom's and part Mark Renton. But however it's working, he needs something to eat.

So, stop me if you've heard this one before: a clone walks into a bar...

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

Ace is curled up in front of the fire after a long day out in the snow outside. She's stayed off the mountains (for now), not entirely sure what the unexpected snowy peaks are there for. However, Magic still loves chasing snowballs as much as she did last year, and the two of them wore themselves out thoroughly. So now Ace is warming up with a mug of cocoa and a heavy-bound book, and Magic is... somewhere. Probably trying to make off with someone's dinner.

landlesslord

Guy is most definitely un-festive looking. If you could think of the most un-festive thing ever, dressed it in black leather and had it sat glowering over a mug of ale, you would have a fairly close of approximation of one Sir Guy of Gisborne.

Somehow, this was a trick of Robin's. Or some strange plan of the Sheriff, that had been convieniently not mentioned. Either way, it was doubtful that anyone in Nottingham would notice that he was missing.

young_tmriddle

A few minutes ago, Tom stormed through the door to the lake and into the bar, thanks to events concerning Door and a certain pirate captain. He spoke with Laini and then disappeared into the House of Arch.

When he reemerges, he is a changed man. His tailored suit, robes, and tie are no longer in evidence. Tom now sports black eyeliner, leather pants, a clingy black shirt, and elbow length fishnet gloves with the tips of the fingers cut off. Atop this ensemble is a long, black leather duster (very much like the Marquis de Carabas', though he'd never admit it). Underneath all of these outer garments is another far more unusual layer, but it is meant for only one person's eyes.

He heads straight for Bar.

"I need a shot of Ogden's Fire Whiskey and a song suitable for, er, stripping. And something to play it upon, please."

A portable CD player appears with CD in appears alongside the shot of whiskey. He bolts the whiskey, wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, and grabs the CD player.

Then he heads back outside.

gabriel_tam

He'd told Regan what had happened, and the two of them had agreed that it wouldn't look well for him to be absent from the bar for too long afterwards.

Thus, Gabriel Tam is currently sitting in a corner booth, evidently occupied in enjoying a glass of whiskey -- and studying the screen of a datapad.

It looks as though he's rather deep in thought. All things considered, it's probably not a surprise.

milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com

He's got Christmas at home to prepare for, but frankly, Wells was not going to head home last night after the recital. For one thing, all the good beer is here. For another, Annie'd rented a room for the night. You don't go home in the face of that, oh no, you do not.

He's in the main Bar now and while his supper is vegetarian, it's falafel- he knows better than to trust Bar with anything else by now. He'll be heading home just as soon as he's finished and left notes for Ace, Zuko, Hephaestos, and maybe one or two other people to remind them that they're invited to Yorkshire for Christmas.

shufti

Shufti and Jack are outside, doing exercises together. This mainly involves her picking him up and running with him, which he seems to be enjoying immensely.

Good to practice such things before they're needed.

After a while they stop, because she doesn't want him getting too cold. They go inside and settle near the fire to warm up.

alorn-bear.livejournal.com

Belar's real proud of those mountains, now that the snow's finally settled in and everything's in shape for maximum winter-time use. Time to go see if he can't rustle up some interest in 'em, as long as they're out there waiting for people, hey? At least, once he's done with his obligations.

The sign on his table tonight reads:

ANSWERING PRAYERS - BACK IN 15 MINUTES

WILL TAKE QUESTIONS ABOUT SNOWBOARDING, SKIING, BOBSLED, LUGE, OR OTHER SNOW-BASED SPORT LESSONS AFTER THAT

NO, SERIOUSLY, THERE'S MOUNTAINS OUTSIDE, GO LOOK

That, he figures, should do the trick.

river_meimei

"Tea," River tells the bar, head tilted to the ceiling and both hands spread on the bartop.

What she gets is bubble tea (melon, with soy milk) and a small plate of tofu-vegetable dumplings. She beams, and carts them both off to a table.

They're very tasty. For the record.

(Were her dress and sweater and boots always so... J. Crew?)

badinlatin

[OOC: The night of the 17th:

O Captain, My Captain!

Or is that plural?]

foxy-l33t.livejournal.com

There is a sign up- discreet though well-placed.

Free Seminar on Maximizing your Shareholder Value and Profit Margins

hosted by Special Guest Lecture TONY ROBBINS

Millitime, Millidate, in Room 2342

First 5 arrivals receive free programming update for their Blackberry that is not due to be released to the public for 3 months!

... Y'know, if this doesn't bring them running...

Info about this right here!

action-antihero.livejournal.com

[OOM, Millitimed to last night: A younger Jack finally gets the chance to talk with his daughter and find out the truth about what happens in March, 2004. Coming back into the bar, he realizes he can finally see the door, and leaves notes for the people he's met before leaving.]

The door opens, and there's a Jack Bauer in the bar again--an older, more familiar Jack to those that know him. There's someone else coming in the bar, trotting along behind him--a rather familiar chihuahua, which Jack doesn't notice until he hears the jingling of tags behind him, once the door has closed.

Jack looks down, rolling his eyes as he spots the dog. "Coco, I told you to stay." Coco, naturally, just tilts her head, wagging her tail happily. Maybe he should add taking the dog to obedience school to his list of things to do.

That can wait, though; he wants coffee and the chance to talk to someone besides the dog. With Chris away at a conference, the condo is a little too quiet for his taste at the moment.

[ooc: ookay, fatigue just hit me so I'm heading to bed but feel free to tag and we can slowtime. :)]