milliways_bar | Dec. 26th, 2006

Dec. 26th, 2006

and-far-away.livejournal.com

The front door opens and Sharpe comes half-staggering in, a bottle in his hand, and several voices behind him raised in song, men and women but the louder being men.

He grins when he sees where he is, toasting the room.

"Merry Christmas, Milliways!"

spooky-shrink.livejournal.com

Two dead guys are sitting in a bar....

Malcolm Crowe and Wesley Wyndham-Pryce have managed to find a bottle of red wine that seems safely tofu-free, and they're sharing it in honor of the holiday. They seem to have an unspoken agreement about not bothering to mourn being stuck in Milliways. Instead, they're into some odd discussion of how demon physiology might work, medically speaking.

Which is to say, they may be in need of saving from their own geekness.

homeless-pard.livejournal.com

Midwinter feast day had arrived, as closely as Khemrys could reckon it, and so she descended from her stillroom with her heavy basket in hand to give her gifts to Bar's keeping.

Alongside the gifts, she also gave a soft, plush guardsman and his companion steed with am elegantly penned ( note to Knox )

That done, she smiled to herself and went upstairs once more to finish her own small feast preparations.

gotham-knocking.livejournal.com

Knox enters the Bar from the chill of the outdoors, wearing a brand-spanking-new leather coat. A coat which is every bit as good as he expected it to be. He drapes the coat over an empty chair at a table in the middle of the room, and gets some breakfast - coffee, eggs and a bit of the Lancre sausage he got from Shufti.

It was a good Christmas for Alex. A great Christmas. And that smile he's wearing is not likely to go away anytime soon.

Current Mood: happy

the-h-star-r.livejournal.com

It seems that Homestar is back to his not-calling-his-shopping-list-stock-options ways. He may call it a resume, but that's normal Homestar.

He's at The Bar, ready to eat some Decemberween dinner, but first he notices two presents for him.

The first is a book with a changing story and changing cover, courtesy of Dream and Del.

"Whoa... I never thought I'd say this, but I think I found a book better than television..."

This should be taken as a high compliment.

The second is a purple package from Guppy. Homestar rips into it as if it was a bag of Fluffy Puffs.

"Doc..."

He doesn't know the words to express his gratitude.

He puts on his new Santa hat and digs through his pockets in search of a CD player for his new music, feeling a way he's never felt before: gleefully spoiled.

Anyone who didn't get their presents from Homestar before (and people who don't know Homestar but want a present anyway) are weclome.

skidrowseymour.livejournal.com

Seymour comes in from the Door, push broom in hand. Dean Martin's "Goodnight Sweetheart" plays on the radio behind him until the Door shuts.

Seymour idly hums the song as he walks up to Bar. "Water, please," he says. A glass of water and a box appears. Seymour stares at it in confusion, then opens it.

And stares some more, shocked. He reads the note. Then he adjusts his glasses and stares up at the rafters, blinking rapidly.

Obviously he got something in his eye when he opened the box. That's it.

After a moment he brings his head down and wipes at his face. He takes his box over to a table with his water, and sips at it while he eyes what's inside. Looking rather glum, if truth be told.

faithful-slayer.livejournal.com

It's been a while since Faith was in the bar.

Stuff happens ~~and muns go out of town~~.

But she's there now, at a booth with very strong coffee, dressed formally and looking tired and slightly vexed.

Conversations are welcome.

sanguimmuno.livejournal.com

[OOM, milli-timed to whenever is satisfactory to everyone involved: Yesterday, many celebrated the birth of a child that millions believe is the 'Saviour of the World'.

Today, the muns of Salazar Slytherin, Rabastan Lestrange, Draco Malfoy and the Riddle Family (Tom, Door, Ingress and Gavoroche) present to you The SlytherBaby.

As is customary, there was an Official Presenting Ceremony with a surprise appearance from Master Draco Malfoy.

And of course, what Slytherin Bash is complete without an After-Party? Making Appearances were:

The Heir, Tom Riddle, accompanied by the stunning Lady Door and the very well-mannered Lady Ingress and Lord Gavoroche. The Lady Ingress, ever the charmer, somehow managed to wrangle the baby from her father's steel grip- a feat no wizard could ever possibly try to replicate.

After a time, Master Draco made his entrance, much to the glee of certain servant-girls. Rumour has it he was seen swinging from the rafters past midnight, spilling spirits over the throng of girls around him. (This just in: Video at 11!)

And last, but certainly not least, Master Rabastan, accompanied by an unknown woman of simple yet striking beauty, makes a show of it, playing Lord and Master of House in Master Salazar's stead when the latter must retire.

Note: We here at Slytherin Studios would like to fore-warn our viewers that included in our footage of the Son of Malfoy Manor (Master Draco Malfoy) we have managed to obtain a visual of the young man taking to a hot tub, completely nude, with a (like-wise nude) servant-girl. We do not like to draw conclusions, but we think that the only conclusion one can draw is that the two of them were having vigorous intercourse. We can not be held responsible for the content of said footage, btw, so if Master Draco's parents try to sue us, well, GOOD LUCK. :-P]

missginnytonic.livejournal.com

Ginny's late she knows. but she had to finish somethings and in her world she couldn't get back to the bar. But she's got Presents for her friends non the less she leaves them on the bar to give ot when they show up.

( Guppy )

( Sugar )

( Molly & Cain )

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

So, Christmas is over, and Jack survived it. He's in the bar, curled up in a chair eating a cranberry roll. Next comes New Years, as he recalls, where everyone just gets really drunk. (That's the only point of it he could find.)

He has two pairs of sunglasses on the chair with him. A normal pair that he's contemplating, and a red heart shaped set that are going to be someone's Christmas gift when he tracks him down. That's the only present he's planning on giving this year.

doc-venkman.livejournal.com

Peter entered with a big bag of gifts to drop off with the Bar, or the Christmas tree if it was still around. He dropped it off, and stopped by to order some coffee and lunch. Yay for no more tofu.

Giles, Draco, and Truman were also glad the tofu mess was over, and likewise were dropping some gifts off with either the Bar or under the tree. (Most of Draco's gifts, he dropped off already in the House of Arch for parties around there.)

All four pups were scattered around the bar.
Giles was sitting with a book and some tea at one table.
Venkman was at a nearby table, and munching on one of the cookies that Guppy had given him. Went well with the coffee.
Draco was sitting toward the back of the bar, quietly observing as he had a light lunch. The Malfoy crest ring gleamed dully on his hand.
Truman was over by the fire, with some egg nog today. He looked better than he did the last time he was around. But also thinking over some things in quiet reflection.

Any are open to distractions, just pick your pup.

captainryan.livejournal.com

Ryan wasn't expecting Christmas gifts last night, so it was with some surprise that he received several presents from various patrons. The book from Dream and Del was particularly interesting and Ryan sat down in one of the chairs by the fire to read it.

That's still where he is this morning, having fallen asleep halfway through the third selection, The Professor and the Madman, not something he would usually read, but interesting nonetheless. The book is laying open on his chest, while the two gifts from Suzi are sitting one on top the other next to his leg. Normally he wouldn't have fallen asleep in the bar proper, but Bob has him slightly concerned on the welfare of a certain someone.

He's a light sleeper, but caution is advised if you want to physically poke him awake.

[OOC: ~~Mun is again folding laundry and dealing with the dial-up connection. Replies slower than normal. Please be patient!~~ ~~Is away for dinner.~~ Back!]

twistedhealer.livejournal.com

After four days she still finds the view more interesting than anything within the bar. Perhaps better to say that after four days she still finds the view most beneficial to look at than anything within the bar.

A cup of coffee, black, is cradled in one hand with the other only brushing fingers across the rim in occasional, graceful motions.

krisofvaldemar.livejournal.com

Kris has found a seat by the fire, trying to warm his hands after a long run outdoors.
The Christmas tree draws a thoughtful look from him. Maybe once he's thawed out...but for now, he's just watching the room, and listening, with a tired smile on his face.

Botherable.

waylostandfound.livejournal.com

Nathan had been around, but mostly focusing on keeping things in order for his campaign, and keeping an casual eye on Peter. He barely gave the holiday trappings a glance as he found a table to sit at with some newspapers, and letters that he had been putting together. To him, it was still October, not December. As soon as that damn Door showed up, he was going to have a lot of work ahead of him.

sime-channel.livejournal.com

OOM: The Night After. Aftermath-Helplessness. Aftermath-Tentacles. Mother-Telephone. Its hard to be a puppy-Christmas

Whistler is proceeded in the door by Suzi. There are many reasons for her to come first, primary among them is to count the number of suits in the bar. If there are more than a handful, she's telling Whistler to hold the door, getting their vitamins, and leaving again.

She's got a bookbag (and a chiropractor would scream at how overloaded with books and such it is) on her shoulders and a large basket over her left arm. The basket is snoring, with occasional squeak as a leg hits a toy.

Whistler has his own collection of things with him, cane in his right hand. As soon as she's assure that the coast is clear, she drops back enough to take his hand.

It is down-right terrifying to be back.

mendanddefend_archive

[Millitimed to just after the Goth strip show: Dot Matrix is at high risk for yuppitude. Bob is looking to change that.]

and-far-away.livejournal.com

Sharpe is sitting at a table somewhere in the bar, baby Dominique perched in front of him (she's on the table, he's holding her upright as far as he can) wearing the tiny froggy pyjamas Shufti made for her.

As always, he'd welcome company.

guppy_sandhu

Guppy is sitting in a booth near the infirmary, wearing the blue jumper Ginny gave him for Christmas.

He's looking in slightly better spirits than last time. As terrible as events have been, he feels that at least if for some weird reason something horrible does always occur at this time of year, at least it is over and he can stop worrying about it until next year. Right?

He's burying himself in paperwork, with tea.

alorn-bear.livejournal.com

The door swings open in a blast of cold, swirling wind and snow. "A very joyous and belated Erastide, everybody!" shouts Belar, kicking his boots against the doorjamb as he enters. "Sorry I wasn't here on time, but I've been celebrating in Val Alorn. Damn my people know how to party!"

He's still shedding snow as he heads over to Bar and sets down several twelve-ounce bars of silver. These vanish promptly. A tankard and a jaunty red Santa hat appear; he jams the hat on, grabs the tankard, and plops himself down on one of the stools.

"Okay! So! Beer's on me tonight."

milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com

The Christmas party went all right; it's the night after that was the problem for Wells. Not that he wasn't expecting it, since he can check the calendar as well as anyone else, but really? The whole arrangement sort of sucked.

It's still going to suck when he goes home, but in the meantime he can at least unwind here.

puckishly.livejournal.com

On the second day of Christmas
dear Robin gave to me:
Two pathetic excuses about why he hasn't gotten his friends any presents yet
and some tofu! (It's very tasty.)

There is a Puck on a couch.

He has a small bowl of what look suspiciously like chocolate-covered lizards, and appears, on the whole, quite content.

Mmmmmmlizards.

stone-warrior.livejournal.com

Goliath walks in through the back door, taking a moment to shake snow from his wings and hair before walking across the room towards Bar. He orders a cup of tea and blinks when a gift appears. His smile is both fond and sad as he examines the picture and takes it and his tea towards the fireplace where he sits down.

blueeyedjohnny.livejournal.com

Johnny slept through most of yesterday, and woke this morning with the odd sensation of not really knowing what day it was.

He was highly annoyed to find that the bar had confiscated the uniform he'd been wearing ever since he arrived in the bar (well he'd washed it a couple of times), forcing him to wear a light blue shirt and jeans instead. He looks distinctly unamused by this.

Once at the bar, he gets a beer, lights a cigarette and flops onto a barstool. He glances down at a large pig eating an apple below him.

"I take it you're the pig that gets slaughtered at Hogswatch then." he says, giving Snowball a prod with the toe of his boot. The pig looks up at him.

"Not if you value your kneecaps, corporal."

Whilst Johnny jumps back in alarm, the pig takes his apple and goes off to a quiet corner. Having been unyuppied by a large helping of pig pornography (you probably don't want to know), he has a number of apologies to make.

underwater-owl.livejournal.com

Been a busy Christmas, and a tired out looking Random arrives in the bar and orders himself one very stiff drink.

Martin of Amber is the proud new owner of a tricicle, though, which is both hazardous and incredibly cute.

thiefprinceremy.livejournal.com

Remy'd been around, just at the moment he'd come back from a bit of shopping. Late? What? Of course not. He was a Thief, he was never late for anything!

Except sometimes christmas, but he had a perfectly good reason!

In any case, he padded across the room, setting down a pyramid of three boxes, tied together with red ribbon and a mylar holly sprig, "Make sure Suzi gets t'ese petit? Merci."

It was shoes. Tall ones, two pair of red pumps and one pair of red wedges because he knew she liked tall shoes. There was also a card of course, it said: 'I'm sure it's against some sort of unspoken rule to buy another guy's girl shoes, but it's christmas, enjoy.'

They were the right size, best not to ask how he knew, we'll just leave it at 'he's a thief' shall we?

bev-marsh.livejournal.com

Christmas in the Marsh household is never terribly exciting. Beverly's best present from her parents his year--just about her only present, aside from some 'new' clothes--was a new sketchbook and pack of colored pencils.

Which she's currently breaking in, over on one of the couches by the fire.