milliways_bar | Dec. 31st, 2006

Dec. 31st, 2006

trustonewhosees.livejournal.com

Tersa's curled up in a chair by the fire, an untouched glass of rum by her hand. She'd stopped by Bar earlier to leave presents for a few friends.

( short list )
Just now, she was taking advantage of peace and quiet to do some nonmagical crafting with a needle, thread, and pieces of cloth. She found it soothing.

torch-reporter.livejournal.com

Before Chloe heads upstairs to her room, she stops by Bar to drop off a note and a gift. She pats Bar's surface and deposits the package. "Give this to Riley Poole next time he comes in?"

It dissappears and Chloe forces a smile on to her face. Now if only he would come back to get it.

kurosakiboy.livejournal.com

Not a fan of this kind of winter, Ichigo. All the snow and the cold and the ice and damn is it ever cold. Was the cold mentioned? He hates it. This is one of those rare moments where he wishes he was back in that god-awful cave with those lousy vizard getting his butt kicked. At least there it was warm!

Then again, it's not too bad inside either, but he's still got his jacket on while he sits at the bar, hot chocolate in hand, staring down at the steaming mug and wondering why it is that a magical bar cannot seem to create marshmallows that will not melt so fast.

Bah.

tall-dark-and.livejournal.com

[Pre-Milliways: Within the dark recesses of his mind, Riku recieves an unexpected guest -- Sora. Out of his control, Riku's mind plays tricks on his best friend, forcing him to face Riku's darkest and innermost fears... but to what end?

Set a few months before this post.]

Hollow Bastion was a nice place to go to when one wanted to get away from it all. Now that Riku can move between the two realms, he's having a little easier time of it - sometimes he can even ditch the stuffy cloak! He tries to make sure to go to Hollow Bastion at least every few weeks. Be there, be a civilian, and just drop the stress for a few hours. This is what he had planned on doing today.

But it seems life had other plans for him. For, instead of finding himself inside of the weapons shop, he has instead found himself...

...in a bar?

Riku gives the place a highly suspicious look, and glances back at the door behind him. "Okay," he says. "Either this is a kidnapping, or a really clever trick by the Committee."

Except that nobody was here to grab him, and half of the Restoration Committee wasn't clever at all.

So clearly, he had hit his head somewhere, and gone slightly insane.

It was as good an answer as any.

pc-cooper.livejournal.com

[Pre-Milliways and Pre-Torchwood: Her life is normal, and this is how it should always be.]

After her normal, normal day as a Police Constable for Cardiff, Gwen Cooper just wanted to go home. Maybe Rhys had some food done, if he was home yet (and if not, oh God, there was that delicious pie on the counter...and she could just have wee piece and he wouldn't notice, hopefully).

Of course, when one really wants to go home, that's when Bar pulls patrons in and makes them whirl about and lose all sense of...what the hell is going on.

The door opens and she walks through the door, with a look of "whut." on her face.

Huh. This...is not...her apartment.

[ooc: the mun may leave...but she'll let you know. s'just new years eve with the family, y'see.]

thebrokensoldier

There is a skittish kitty in the bar. Okay... he's not really a cat but the feline DNA is there. So that's good enough. Cat enough for us. He's curled up in a chair by the fireplace but he's really tense. It could be this place itself or it could be the fact that unless he's outside in the cold the scents assault his senses. A strange scent catches him by surprises and he gives a slight growl. Right... he's just got to remember that the Blue Lady is watching over them... him like she's always done. Kept him safe for the most part.

Bother him if you want, he won't bite.

sime-channel.livejournal.com

What Suzi knows about New Year's celebrations is pretty much limited to Some people celebrate with alcohol. She'll probably end up spending the night with Whistler, celebrating or not as he chooses to.

For now, though, she's curled up in a chair with a book on canning. This one? Is in printed English; she wanted to have pictures as well as the text. Her usual sign is on a table with her photographic display of jewelry for sale.

aint-no-kid.livejournal.com

[Pre-Milliways: It's business as usual for Mission as another chapter in her life begins.]

"Huh."

That would be the sound that Mission Vao made as she stopped in mid-stride and stared around in wonder. She had been expecting Glun's Cantina, a rundown sort of place filled with mercenaries and bounty hunters and the like, in Coronet City and not an uptown sort of bar.

Vaguely she wondered if she had lost more blood from the wound on her arm than she thought and she fingered the makeshift bandage that she crafted while on the run from the two Gamorreans. Or maybe she took a wrong turn?

She frowned in thought.

No, she was certain that the door she walked into had been leading to Glun's Cantina. She distinctly remembered the cantina rats and the foul smelling Rodian hanging around by the door outside.

"Huh?"

gone_byebye

[OOM: After Ray and company finally make it back to New York, the President and the Secretary of State consider their options.]

The door opens to a cold grey alley between two buildings, as it always does. Ray likes using the side door of the Firehouse for a reason; nobody much cares if something weird happens in the vicinity of the Ghostbusters' building. It's all good.

"Bar, it's been a long couple of days back home," he says. "Could I have a mug of Ovaltine and a grilled cheese sandwich on rye, please? I'm not in the mood for anything fancy after dealing with that many reporters. Thanks."

hcliffhuxtable.livejournal.com

Cliff spent the night, as he was tired on this visit to Milliways. He also didn't want to get into another discussion with Theo for a bit. The 'no problem' and that smile of his son's made him wish he could turn the boy into a frog for a few hours, on occasion.

He's in the bar with a cup of apple juice and a sandwich, tuna and lettuce. He'd tried for a BLT, but he's not surprised at what he got.
The sign-up sheet on the bulletin board has been officially taken down. He adds Richard Sharpe's name to the list, then folds it and puts it in his pocket. Any latecomers would have to be scheduled for a later class.

He eats, peoplewatching between bites of sandwich. There's books and a manual on the table that he has to read over again.
After lunch. Feel free to poke him at any point.

eiattu_pride

[OoM: Somewhere on Eiattu, inside the Priamsta base, Plourr refuses to cooperate, and suffers the consequences (warnings for violence and some disturbing imagery). Meanwhile, Rial desperately bargains for her survival, to no avail.

And then, the two days are up.

Rial makes his choice.]

unwraith.livejournal.com

Wraith inna bar.
Awake; he's slept almost two days. Michael doesn't have a hangover, which disproves the idea of that drink being Atlantean.

He's sent his pet Fiend to stay with an acquaintance. Just for a few days, while Michael takes care of other business, with any luck.
He has the cloak Suzi Darley left for him, and a travel pack. He pays up his Bar tab this time, and starts for the front door.
Which?
Visible, but locked.
What, NOW?
Michael mutters a few choice English and 'other' obscenities, and glares toward Bar before he heads for the other exit by the lakeside.

jawaswag.livejournal.com

See, there's a reason you haven't seen Gavin around the bar lately. It's because, believe it or not, the kid finally went home. Back to Coruscant to face his demons in the form of Asyr's death. It was a lot easier than he ever thought it would be. Maybe because all this time in Milliways let him finally move on. And maybe because he knew he had Atton back there waiting for him.

So, Gavin went back. But Gavin also came back here. After all, if Wes always goes back and forth between Coruscant and Milliways, why can't he?

He went home again last night, just for a few days. Just long enough to buy a couple of things that he knew he wouldn't find here (and to avoid any upcoming missions with Rogue Squadron).

And now he's back again, sitting at a booth with a couple of wrapped packages, looking for someone in particular. Gavin, overall, rather likes this new freedom of his.

bohemian-mark.livejournal.com

Mark walks into the bar, wiping sleep from his eyes. "Roger, can't you turn that damned alarm down?" He blinks a couple times, then facepalms. Bar would appear when he's wearing pajama pants with dreidels on.

alorn-bear.livejournal.com

When the Door opens this time, the vista outside is of swirling, formless light and shadow. Belar steps out of it, clad in his usual dark blue, and closes the door neatly behind him. "That settles that," he says with some satisfaction, and sets up his sign before sitting down at one of the nearby tables. The sign reads:

ANSWERING PRAYERS
BACK IN 15 MINUTES

TALK TO ME ABOUT SNOWBOARD, SKI, LUGE, OR OTHER WINTER SPORT LESSONS

And the '15 minutes' part decrements every ten seconds or so.

mendanddefend_archive

Bob is in ur bar, drinkin ur shakez.

...I will never reference that meme again, I promise.

faithful-slayer.livejournal.com

Faith's in the bar, briefly, with coffee (which is laced liberally with Jack Daniels).

Conversation welcome.

skidrowseymour.livejournal.com

From beyond the Door, there is yelling.

"Seymour, you schlemiel!"

The Door half-opens. "I'm real sorry Mr. Mushnik! I'm—I'ma go get—-"

"I'd rather a plague of locusts eat up my entire store! Lord, you hear me? A plague of locusts rather than this schmuck! This—-"

Seymour scampers through the Door, closing it behind him. He leans against the Door and sighs heavily. Finding a table, he collapses onto it and stares at nothing for a while.

heads-you-live.livejournal.com

The door didn't bang open, really, and the girl with the gun and the flak jacket looked more confused than anything, though she wasn't entirely steady on her feet. You wouldn't be either if you'd just crawled out of a rolled Winnebago.

"Choco?" A pause and then, "Ed?" And even more tentatively, "Alf?" She was, it seemed, grasping at straws with that last name, just trying to find something, anything, familiar in the maelstrom.

Besides the confused expression and weaponry, she was also edging up on the peak of a mescaline high by no fault of her own, which may be part of her confusion. Though it would take a real expert to be able to tell that just by looking at her.

Domino Harvey, welcome to Milliways

the-silver-lady.livejournal.com

This face has not been seen downstairs for a while, though she has certainly been present.

Celebrían would not mind company, though for the moment she is singing quietly to herself, gazing out at the destructive starfield.

runmakitarun.livejournal.com

The door opens to the sound of automatic gunfire and a young woman rolling across the floor. She leaves a trail of red-tinged snow across the floor and has spreading red stains in her clothes from holes in her right shoulder and left leg. She's also demonstrating just how hard it is to clear a jammed pistol with only one hand.

"Vanya, come in! We've got a squad of Reds pinned down in the courtyard of the park! I need a fire mission now! Vanya? Come in, Vanya!"

She's a bit distracted with her apparently faulty comline and bleeding all over the floor.

no_justice

The sleigh is still there.

The boars are still there.

The smell is tisll there, and will probably be there long after they've gone.

The skeleton is still dressed in red, he's still there.

Have you been a good boy / girl / being this year?

[OOC: No, I will tag all slowtimes and tags from this post and the last one, when I'm not running around with holiday things. See this back room post and have a happy Hogswatch!]

stuck-mynock.livejournal.com

Atton's at a booth in the corner, smoking and fiddling with his lightsaber - Which inevitably involves lots of sparks and frustrated noises as Atton tries to adjust the crystal in it and ends up either moving it too much or too little.

Botherable.

fran-goldsmith.livejournal.com

[preMilliways:]Girl meets boy, girl goes for a walk

Cue Fran; tall, skinny, brown haired girl with a toteful of university textbooks and a ready smile. She thought she was on her way into the greenhouse behind the UME Campus Library. Apparently not!
"Ooops. Did I make a wrong turn at the punch bowl, or did they renovate while I was in hibernation?"
Then, she discovered the cold air, and holiday decorations. To say nothing of a
sled manned by the Bones of Santa Claus.

""Okaaaay..."

(ooc: hi. and apologies, 'specially to Caitlin's mun, for the screwup with the earlier post; I meant to edit that and deleted it accidentally. Sorry!)

beyondbatman.livejournal.com

There's a loud cracking sound from the door, as a couple of medium-sized pieces of concrete and rubble fall through, and something, big and black, stumbles into the Bar. It's impossible to see what it is, really, until a minute later when there's a short buzzing noise, and gradually the features of the thing--person--costume comes blinking into view.

Bat ears. Thick, pointy ones. A red symbol of a bat across the chest. Gloves with spikes. No cape.

The figure stumbles forward, walking unsteadily, trips forward to his knees... and then to the floor, appearing to have blacked out.

Batman, Bar. Bar, Batman.

This may not be the Batman people consider when calling the images to mind that word inspires--but this is a Batman all the same.

And right now? He's nursing a concussion the size of a semi.

jack_inthegreen

If you like parties, celebrities, fireworks, dancing, drinking, and wild times, Las Vegas is the place for you to be tonight.

Which explains why Jack has his two babies at Milliways. He expects it to be a long night for Gil, and if he's going to be ringing in the New Year with just his children and possibly their nanny, he'd much rather do it here.

So, tree god and two bebbehgods are playing in front of the fireplace, waiting for the year to turn.

fighting_mad

[OOM: On Eiattu, Plourr expresses her displeasure. Warnings for violence and potentially disturbing imagery.]

The door swings open and a barefoot Plourr Ilo is leaning in the doorway, clothing torn and her hair falling into her eyes. She stands tall, bloody and bruised, favoring her side; one arm held close to her body by a rough sling. Her face is haggard and pale under the ugly black and blue, purple and yellow bruises but there is something dark and furious in her one eye that hasn't swollen shut.

Plourr stares blankly at Milliways a second or two, blaster pointed up at the ceiling, and then she mutters something that sounds suspiciously like, "Shit," and she exits as silently and unsteadily as she entered, yanking the door closed behind her.

tokilltherose.livejournal.com

He was going insane. That was the only thing he could think about.

He kept hearing the whispers. Even at his (now) job. He worked, though, and he was good at his job, and getting paychecks. The paychecks weren't much, but he wasn't continually spiraling into debt anymore. A lot of the minor debts were actually paid off.

He was living on peanut butter cracker sandwiches, but so far, things were getting paid off.

"Water, bar. Please," he asked as he sat down at the bar's surface, and pulled his jacket off. It was going to be a long night.

fallen-april.livejournal.com

[OOM: Earlier today, April thinks about previous New Year's celebrations, and the difference between them and this year.]

April's downstairs a couple of hours before midnight with a bottle of cheap champagne and some plastic cups. One for her, and others for... the people she hopes she sees. Boromir. Angel.

Maybe Mark. She knows it's a vain hope, it's New Year's, he'll be back at the loft having a party. But she has a cup for him anyway.

Just in case.

She looks pretty serious, but not sad, exactly. Maybe just wistful.

Bother at your own risk. She's reminiscing.

emptiedstreets

[Wizards at War]

When the door bangs open, blowing a gust of leaves and stones into the bar--

oh there's surprise in his face, you can be sure of that, but mostly the expression Ronan Nolan is wearing can be described as an amused sort of resignation.

"Well, I'm back," he says, smirking, and heads for the bar stools.

jedi-exile.livejournal.com

She's only ever seen a little snow on Dantooine...and a lot of it on Telos. But she's never had time to actually appreciate it.

So what better way to appreciate it, than to build a snow gizka!? Best idea ever, in her opinion.

You might not be able to tell it's Kira Isek, however...she's under what looks like 23 seperate layers.

the_antiangst

It's not very often Angel leaves the bar, but if the duffel bag's any indication, he's intending to tonight. He leaves a note with Bar for anyone who might ask - heading hoe, back in a few days - and then tries the door.
...Huh. Mark said there was a door in an alley, but he'd never mentioned it was this alley. In any case, it's New York, and damn is it good to see. Being back for the party will be even better.

ariseinmight

[OOM: Up in his room, Melkor does some arts and crafts.]

He comes downstairs and goes directly to the door.

Moment of truth time.

Melkor places his hand against the door, making sure the cuendillar ring comes in contact with the surface. His other hand slowly turns the knob. As soon as the bolt is free, the Vala steps back and swings open the door.

Before him is a lush green landscape. Warm sun, bright sky, open fields. What world it is, he doesn't know, nor does he care. Where it is isn't important, only what it is.

Escape.

He looks over his shoulder once, casting one final glance over his asylum, his sanctuary from the Void. Then, he slips out the door, out of the realm of the Valar, away from anyone who could imprison him again.

The door clicks shut behind him.

againstcovenant.livejournal.com

[The Hushed Casket is unsealed, The Battle Begins, and in the midst of all of this A Spartan is caught in a trap]

You are totally not seeing the very very large man in green armor throw open the door and slam it closed. There's a sound a bit like a puff

You are not seeing the same large green man grab a table and flip it up to use for cover.

Against nothing. The minute the chief peers over his makeshift barricade he does a double take before getting to his feet. Robot or man, he appears very confused. There is a pause.

And a longer pause.

Before the Spartan scrambles madly for a moment-clearly looking for something that he left behind. His rifle's gone missing.

The Spartan fixes the floor with an impassable look, his hand clenching into a fist, "....Am I dead?"

It's electronic, but it's definately a human voice.

last-king.livejournal.com

He's determined not to fall into brooding, tonight, but having a difficult time feeling very celebratory.

So, in an attempt at compromise, Tirian is at a table with wine, not currently engaged in any conversation, but with a look that says he wouldn't object to being drawn into one.

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

[ooc: A New Year.]

lightningbaron6.livejournal.com

In the Sanq Kingdom, the dawning of the New Year has come and gone. Most people are winding down and going to bed, while some of the more determined are still partying on.

The prince of the aforementioned Kingdom is doing neither. He is draped almost bonelessly over one of the couches before a fireplace, attired in a pair of tight, low-cut black leather pants over a pair of black leather kneeboots, and a tight, dark red t-shirt. You do not show up to a celebration in jeans and a sweater. A few stray pieces of colourful metallic confetti ("Happy New Year!" and "A.C. 199!") are caught in his hair and a colourful paper crown adorned with glitter, feather garland and the words "To A Fine 199" sitting on a cushion beside him.

He's not drunk. He'd been about as plastered as he's ever been in his life earlier, enough to get him to "party hearty," but that hadn't taken much - he's a lightweight, and it's since moved on. Zechs suspects that Sally's act of dragging him to a New Years party is going to become a tradition. But at least he enjoyed himself this year, which is a definitely improvement over the last time.

No, Zechs is decidedly sober and not even hungover. He's just flat-out tired, and it's kind of hard to blame him for that.

Poke him anyway!

action-antihero.livejournal.com

Jack's back in the bar and sipping coffee at a table near the Observation Window, his coat sitting to the chair next to him. He'll head out to see the fireworks by the lake later, but for now he's staying warm, watching the natural fireworks out the window. He's in a fairly good mood, thought the thought of everything that's happened since the last New Year's he was in Milliways isn't far from his mind.

Where else would you want to be on New Year's but Milliways, after all; particularly when it's May back home?

lastczarnian.livejournal.com

New Year's?

Not a special occasion to Lobo, since he knows thousands of different worlds with hundreds of different calendars. It is New Year's somewhere in the universe, every day.

The Main man, therefore, is sitting on a table by the observation window, drinking his ale, and perusing Armageddon Eddie's catalog.

Botherable, but we know it never happens...

song_tra_bong

It's getting damn close to midnight and Mary Anne is buzzed in a combination of excitement and alcohol.

Speaking of alcohol, there's plenty of wine left in the bottle at the table where she's sitting (or more acurately, sitting on). Company is very much encouraged.

[ooc: To all my lovely threaders--I must plead slowtime before I fall over asleep at the keyboard. Will catch you all tomorrow. Mwah!]