milliways_bar | Dec. 27th, 2006

Dec. 27th, 2006

[Out of Milliways:

No more boots. Millitimed to Christmas night.]

Sneaking in late the day after Christmas, Duo sets a bag full of packages down on the bar. "Don't tell anyone I was late, huh?" He obviously receives no reply, but grins anyway.

A variety of gifts are stored for their recipients to pick up, including:

( For Nynaeve- )

( For Mary Lennox- )

( For Nita Callahan- )

( For Raven- )

( For Henry Wellard- )

( For Puck- )

( For Trowa Barton- )

He hesitates for a moment over the last, but sets it on the bar anyway. "Just for if she shows up again, okay?" ( For Hero Brown- )

Finished with his business, Duo folds up the bag and heads home for a day off.

song_tra_bong

Mary Anne heads downstairs with an armload of boxes which she sets down on the bartop.

"Bar darling? I've got some belated Christmas presents to send out. If you could get these to Parker, Patrick Bateman, Raven, River, Dworkin, and Random and Ramon please?"

The gifts vanish. Mary Anne beams. "Merry Christmas to you too, by the way." She gives Bar a final pat, then heads back upstairs.

loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com

Jason is lounging in a booth, as he is wont to do.
Oh he's been around...you just haven't noticed him. Really.
He even spent quality time with friends and loved ones.
Really.
So come and say hello, even though he's...been here all this time...

mollyprewett.livejournal.com

[[OOM: Molly and Cain have different reactions to her big news.]]

forbiddensailor.livejournal.com

It's not Christmas in the world where she lives. It just doesn't happen to be for another month yet. Therefore, there are other things on her mind when she enters the bar. "Darkness... consumed by light..." she mumbles to herself thoughtfully. She dodges a few chairs and tables with her eyes downcast in pondering the words of that singing person. She stops with some suddenness at one particular table and sits quietly, quickly.

"Who is she..." she mutters, brow furrowed.

Current Mood: curious

amanda-darieux.livejournal.com

Amanda is by the fire reading a book. Or at least she was reading a book, now she is sleeping. It isn't that the book was boring so much as the holiday party has exhausted her. That and the continous training with Mace. She could not show for a day or two but why not. Training gets more and more interesting every day.

She doesn't snore but her hand does rest by her jacket, old habits do die hard. She wouldn't mind being woken up. After all this isn't the place to be sleeping and she does have things to do.

goodbyesandusky.livejournal.com

Clive had been around, really he had, he'd just been laid up with a cold, but he was feeling much better now, even humming to himself as he made his way downstairs.

When he got his breakfast, he also got a package, a spiffy coat and a Goth Kangaroo plus warderobe.

He blinked, reading the note that had come with it, then grinned, asking for paper so he could pen a quick reply: 'Thanks Sally, the coat is fantastic, and Skippy's in good hands, hope to see you soon, I'll keep an eye out for you, Clive'

If you want to ask what the hell it is the Kangaroo is wearing, feel free, he'll be more than happy to tell you I'm sure.

slightlymonkish.livejournal.com

Monk's visit today is very, very short. He enters in a hurry with a bag in his hand, which he drops off at the Bar with instructions to distrubute to anyone he's met and if there are any extras to distrubite at will.

Yes, Monk is giving out gifts!

(That is, if you consider bottles of industrial sized Purell hand sanitizer to be a gift. They all have bows on them, at least!)

There are also a few things waiting for him, from April and Homestar. He scribbles (read: writes with precisely straight lines) a quick note to the two of them, thanking them profusely.

When he leaves, he leaves with a pair of pink bunny slippers on.

And that's that.

notjustnarrator.livejournal.com

Nick, thankfully, is done moping over his most recent encounter with that oh-so thoughtful gift from Bar.

He has decided that weird things happen more frequently than normal things do around here, and it's not something he should spend so much time wondering about.

(He'll go insane if he thinks too much.)

So Nick's sitting at the Bar today, drinking eggnog and looking rather content. Sure, he avoided Christmas altogether, but it never really was his favorite holiday, anyway.

Speaking of those who don't really like Christmas...

Krycek's outside today, alone for the first time in a while. (Kazimir's been left upstairs; Krycek couldn't bring himself to wake the sleeping furball.) He's carelessly kicking snow around with his boot, spraying white flakes up into the air and watching as they fall back to the ground.

It's theraputic, really.

[ooc: Plz to be specifying who you tag! Thanks. :D!]

sime-channel.livejournal.com

Suzi (alive, yes, and not looking neaaaaaarly as stressed as she was last week) comes downstairs. Gifts show up and her big, blue eyes get even bigger. She's got to put a new pair of shoes on, immediately.

The tea she'll save for lunch with Whistler. Anyway, one Sime with presents making her beam settled down at a table with her flip-book of sample jewelry she's made set out next to her and a discrete little sign offering her services.

longlonghair

There is a definite spring in her step as Rapunzel bounds down the stairs and into the bar. Her hair is recently shorn, and she is in a great mood. It shows on her face as she takes a seat at the bar and orders a hot lunch.

She intends to go outside to enjoy the snowy landscape after she eats, but for now, she settles at a table and watches the other patrons while she has lunch.

un_fallen

[OOM: Raguel spent Christmas Eve working. But he’s trying his hand, at least, at a different sort of job.]

blue-star-badge.livejournal.com

It would seem that someone forgot to inform the Mostly Clockwork, assistant dishwasher's assistant that Christmas was over.

Spoon, the Mostly Clockwork dragon, was perched on the edge of a table, warbling carols tinnily and accompanying himself on... himself. There was the tinny warbling, and almost music-box plinking as he drummed his fork-tine fingers together, apparently having enough fun for everybody.

Adric was probably around somewhere as well. Likely nearby.

madetomend.livejournal.com

[OOM: Welcome Home Ragdoll.]

mendanddefend_archive

Sprites, as you may have gathered by now, don't celebrate Christmas or any of the other holidays that have accumulated around the winter solstice. Thus, when Bob returns to Milliways after several days' absence, he's a little surprised to get a small stack of wrapped packages from Bar.

The first one is from Suzi. It's a long white scarf with a picture of his icon on one end, rendered in black and metallic gold yarn.

The next one is from...Dream? Bob doesn't remember meeting anyone by that name, but the book inside, Numerals of the Apocalypse, looks like an interesting read.

The third and final package is unlabeled, but the size and shape of it is rather familiar. Inside is... yep, it's the Kitsune Sutra. There's a note on top, written in a feminine hand, that simply says "Thank You."

Things are back to normal. For a definition of 'normal' that includes sentient bars at the end of the Universe, anyway.

missginnytonic.livejournal.com

Shes in the bar its been a while. Shes missed her friends she has her and mostly just being around people that don't have to watch their backs for death eaters with out having to worry about the war.

Just being some where were being different is ok. is a relief after being home. this place was almost peaceful.

prydeful

[OOM: Four most beautiful words you've ever heard. Millitimed to Sunday.]

tokilltherose.livejournal.com

He was getting more and more tired of seeing...

He wasn't sure what, exactly, he was seeing. Maybe, he thought, he was fooling himself. Maybe he was just being paranoid as the time came closer and closer.

But maybe paranoia was worth it, too.

Either way, when he came into Milliways, he was wearing an outfit close to a suit - button-down shirt and a jacket and a tie, that he immediately loosened. Job interview clothes.

pointed-spoon.livejournal.com

Good God, he got a Christmas present.

Dworkin is sitting in a booth, savouring tea from his brand new tea-set, eyes closed in pleasure.

He got a Christmas present.

gondolin-noble.livejournal.com

He shoulders the door open, and once again, he is singing. Something soft, and slow, perhaps a song of the slow beat of sap in the trees in winter, or some small fuzzy creature sleeping the season away.

Or perhaps an older song, something to suit the longer nights, the shorter days, and the bone-deep cold of Imladris in the winter.

Either way, the singer lets the song fade away as he steps fully inside, his arms full of cut firewood, and looks around bemusedly.

agnes_nitt

Angie can't figure out why Bar won't give her the miso soup anymore, but she has settled for chicken broth in the meantime.

The place seems different than before... less upscale or something. Happens to all popular places before too long. They attract the wrong sort of crowd, and then they just take over the place. Angie just tries to avoid them.

Instead, she's in her chair by the fire, huddled up under a blanket with both her new sweater and her new scarf, drinking her broth and trying to stay awake.

gravity_shifter

There is a petite alien sitting at a table looking rather pensive. She should be eating, but she's not. She does, however, have a steady stream of milkshakes coming, alternating strawberry and chocolate.

On the table is a shiny, silver bracelet and a note. Sikozu received both earlier today and she's been a little confused ever since.

She'll figure it out eventually.

unwraith.livejournal.com

Michael is off to one side, watching the Observation Window. He's been scrupulously avoiding Bar for the past day or two since he came back. Notes or anything else won't be picked up anytime soon.

The Wraith could manage all right for some time without alcohol, or food, and he's not so sure he'll be trusting the menu here for a bit longer.

Fi's curled up in a contented ball next to him. There are a few bits of
paper and circuitry on the table, marked with various glyphs and a few technical terms in English. He seems distant, but that's nothing new.

(botherable but slowtimed as, sadly, usual)

http://users.livejournal.com/_romana_/

The back door opens, and two rather wind-blown figures come through, one rather shorter than the other, both looking terribly pleased with themselves.

Vacations are, they both know well by now, very good things.

guppy_sandhu

The busy season continues in Holby Accident and Emergency department, from babies (accidental ingestion of Christmas tree star) to middle aged women (eight person fight in the Sales queue).

With all that on top of the entire department mourning the loss of a friend, it isn't much surpise that Guppy is draped over a sofa asleep. Not that he will be for long, whatever he's dreaming about will likely wake him sooner or later.

dontlooklisten.livejournal.com

Suzi came down earlier. Whistler had to spend a little more time in his room getting himself in order than usual; there's people he's going to have to speak to, and he's not sure of their response. It's not going to be salutary, though. He knows that for sure.

He's about prepared to deal with that, though, so he comes downstairs very slowly and carefully. The order he places with the rats is only for soda. He's not all that hungry right now.

mistressmaryquitecontrary

The problem with keeping a secret kitten of mysterious origin in your manor house: it's remarkably difficult to take her for walks without being seen.

Therefore, Mary's back in the bar, with Angel the kitten trotting at her heels. She sits down to order a milkshake . . .

. . . and is rather surprised to see several presents plop down in front of her.

"But it is not Christmas nor my birthday yet!"

his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com

Today, Sarah Jane has opted for a change of scenery. As much as she loves the comfort and warmth of the fire place, today the lights of the universe ending attracted her fancy instead. It may have something to do with the book she's reading - The Martian Chronicles - or a slight longing to be back in the TARDIS and travelling through time and space again.

She'll be going back soon, she knows it. Holidays can't last forever, after all. But until then, there's mango juice and books, and scenery almost as spetacular as anything the TARDIS could provide.

simon_doctor

Simon Tam is in the bar, seated in a booth. On the table in front of him are the remains of a chef's salad, a tall glass of iced red tea, and his datareader.

Come say wei.

iustus_rex

[OOM: In the House of Arch, the gathered Narnians celebrate Christmas. Millitimed to, uh, Christmas.]

colour_girl

Iris hums under her breath as she enters the bar with a small bag hanging off her arm. She immediately claims a bar stool and takes two small boxes out of the bag, which she places on Bar. As the boxes disappear, a bigger one takes their place. Tilting her head, Iris opens the package.

You know that long wondered question about if goddesses squeal? No? Well, they do. At least this one does.

Beaming happily, she holds the dress to her and twirls. Oooh. Twirly.

Oh, the boxes she left? They were for a not!cat and a girl with a secret garden. ( They contain... )

stilljustandrew

Andrew, at a table, with a notebook and a heavy volume of demonology.

[Not plotlocked, but will be focusing mostly on one thread (you know who you are). Willing to slowtime others, though!]