milliways_bar | Jan. 22nd, 2007

Jan. 22nd, 2007

trustntheharper.livejournal.com

Re-digitizing Bob had been easy-peasy with the convenient plans for the lasers, but here was the part where it was a gamble--the second laser recognizing the bar as an enclosed system and properly releasing him into it.

Big gamble.

Two big brains set a cube on the floor in the middle of the bar and one of typed something on a flat handheld computer:

Go for it. Coast is clear.

"Pleaseworkpleaseworkpleaseworkpleasework..."

Now, kids, let's see what happens next!

corsec-jedi.livejournal.com

He's trying to stay awake. No, really.

But... profiling's boring. He'd forgotten that while flying with the Rogues. Which could explain why his legs are propped up on the table in front of him, leaning back slightly in his chair, nodding off. Next to his feet, an idle datapad sits, with a brief, vague ~~and incomplete~~ summary of Thyne's activities and crimes on Corellia as he can remember them from some 20 years ago.

So Corran's got a blank datapad and eyes that evidently just don't get enough rest. Right next to the bar.

Probably not his best planning. Anyone care to demonstrate to him why?

gentleprince.livejournal.com

[OOM: Room 771 - Winter's Breath In which April is very good at keeping Faramir from sulking, and Faramir is more maternal with her kitten than many women are with their human babies.]

cheevy.livejournal.com

[Sorta-OOM: Anyone walking up the stairs to the residential rooms is likely to see a book lying there enticingly on the way...]

kitchen_maid

[OOM: In Ambergeldar, sometimes, a family just has to hide out for a bit in the seventy-third best bedroom. Ask anyone.]

didntseeit.livejournal.com

Cold, cold, cold, outside is cold. So why was Ajedrez out in it, you might ask?

She doesn't know.

She just knows that the Bar is fully capable of selling hot things and as she is cold, hot is looking awfully good right now.

[ooc: only here for an hour, after that slowtime is needed]

maydaybrat.livejournal.com

[OOM: At some point, maybe last week, maybe a couple of days ago, maybe the week before that, Bran lets Mordred know about the upcoming fighting against the Dark.

It's hard to tell what Mordred thinks, really]

mendanddefend_archive

Getting split into one's component molecules and reconfigured as data takes a lot out of a person. After Ray went home, Bob went back up to room 503 and dropped off to sleep within moments of his head hitting the pillow. He slept solidly for almost twelve hours before finally waking up and heading back downstairs. Now he's in a booth in the corner, enjoying his first energy shake in two weeks.

He's here, he's blue, he's looking a lot happier than he has in a good long while.

callitavesper.livejournal.com

[ Keeping track of conditions. ]

The back door opens, and James Bond walks through in a long black coat and thick leather gloves. These he removes and folds over the back of an armchair by the fire, where he sits and orders a cappuccino from a wait rat.

[ ooc: ~~mun will be here until about 3:30 est, when she must get ready for work.~~ and mun is now gone for work. will be back later tonight to pick up slowtimes an thread an shtuff like that. ]

milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com

Wells went back to the school last night, for all that he has his doubts and questions about what's going on here at Milliways. He'd manage, he figured; he always does. For once he slept without any dreams that he could recall, which was just fine with him. He's had quite enough of that of late.

But morning came, and practise, and then work. Sirikit and the Scottish girl are going to be ready for the final test (assuming there is one- Andrew hasn't told him) sometime very soon, a fact evinced by the soreness in his ribs whenever he tries to move his right arm too far or too fast. Lucky thing an early supper doesn't require much in the way of fancy motion, eh?

hero-jack.livejournal.com

They haven't had lunch together since the day Aeryn joined them and it went to hell in a handbasket, with Jack running away with his tail between his legs. Metaphorically, of course.

So when Jack entered the bar today (first time in so long, and he was getting sick of Juliet and the food she brought and the cold cell and Ben and where were Kate and where was Sawyer and dammit why does he have to do the surgery?!), John immediately dragged him over to a booth and excitedly filled him in with all the good news.

So there they were, various bottles (beer and coke...though mostly beer) and plates of good old fashioned fried American dishes strewn about the table, talking about the island, space and most of all, sports.

And they were very, very botherable.

[ooc: mun is insane, here for a very long time, 'cause class was cancelled and weather is too gross to try and get things done today. tag one, tag 'em both, just lemme know! john and jack want to meet new people! they don't biiiite, i swears it. ping wires going in if you have an questions. :D if an away message goes up, ignore it and ping anyway.]

pc-cooper.livejournal.com

It had been just another boring day for Gwen Cooper. She woke up, ate breakfast, kissed Rhys goodbye, went to work, called Rhys to tell him she'd be late coming home (something about paperwork and he sighed and was quiet for a moment and she whispered that she loved him, and she'd back soon, she promised), and went out to dinner with Andy and a few other people who worked that night.

She'd gone home, opened the door to her flat and walked into Milliways. She sighed, and took a seat at a table with a cup of tea. Time stopped here...she didn't have to go home just yet and come up with stupid paperwork lies.

She's quite botherable.

abar-starclog.livejournal.com

As much work as he's gotten done the last couple days, Carl figures he deserves a break. So he's staked out one of the couches and brought in I, Robot to reread (with a plain cover over it, just in case).
That's not to say he'll turn down company, if such should show up.

bohemian-mark.livejournal.com

Mark walks into the bar, slightly distractedly, then looks up, blinking. "Damnit. This isn't the subway station. Can't I get anywhere anymore?" He plunks down at a table and pulls out a book. "Didn't want to go to that meeting anyway."

princeinexile

Zuko came downstairs in a bathrobe. The door was there now; he peeked outside and-- yes, there had been a bathhouse on the other side.

Yep. Couldn't appear clothed in a damn bathhouse.

So there he was. Bathrobed. With a small bundle -- some things were requested of bar. Paper and pencil.

First, a note.

( For Wells, that is. )

And then, something harder.

Silver glinted on the bar as he put something down and wrote out words he knew were too simple, too flat, too unfeeling.

( This time, for Stephanie... )

With the latter, he included the dolphin-link bracelet, and the second of that set -- the ring that had been worked on, a band that became two dolphins, leaping against each other over one's finger...

And the final note was an after thought.

( This, for Suzi. )

With that note, he included the golden heart he'd made, and in the center, ruby carved into a three-pronged flame. Not the best of his work, he knew -- but she'd understand.

Bar took all the items, all the notes, and Zuko nodded. He went to the door, opened it and slipped beyond it--

--a moment later, he reached beyond and flipped the bathrobe away, leaving it on the floor. The door clicked shut, and vanished, leaving only the terry cloth to be cleaned up by the rats sometime later.

his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com

[OOM: Sometimes being captured by the bad guy means you have to face your worse fears. Literally. Spoilers for "The Sontaran Experiment."]

boundxkitty

Elizabeth is over on a couch by the fire. She's taking up as much as she possibly can. Which means that there really isn't room for anyone else on it. Yes she's a petite thing. No she shouldn't be able to take up that much room. It's a cat thing. Trust me.

She's got a bag of candy in her lap. What kind of candy? The Hershey's kind. It's a bag of Kissables, chocolate in a candy coating, and it's all red, pink, and white. February must be coming up or something. She's currently tossing them up and catching them in her mouth.

Play nice and she might share the chocolate.

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

Ace loves her iPod. Music from all over the multiverse at her fingertips, with a perfect source right here. What's not to love? Tonight as she orders dinner (curry and naan) she's listening to U2, bopping with the beat.

And then the song changes.

As does the singer.

...

Definitely not U2. In fact... someone a lot more... militaristic. And occassionaly furry. As the song starts up, a sort of '50's pop romantic cheery... thing... Ace stares at her iPod in blank confusion.
I wish was a spaaaceman, fastest in the sky
Then her expression changes to a mute sort of horror.
We'd take a trip to Jupiter, and maybe very soon
Then, as the song continues to the bridge...
My heart would be a fiiiireball... a fiiiireball
She cracks up, leaning heavily on the Bar to keep from falling over entirely.

(ooc: If you want/need more details re:song, contact me, or Wells' mun.)

hysteriaprone.livejournal.com

[OOM: Not hear it? -- yes, I hear it, and have heard it.

Or, Roderick Has a Very Rough Night.

Warnings for creepiness and slight breaking. Millitimed to late last night.]

no-real-hero.livejournal.com

Well, shit. Even though in the back of her mind there's been this thought, this idea, that things would be different here, she never expected that Beth and Beth Junior and Spike just wouldn't... be around. Not in their room, not in the one she used here last time, not in the bar, not out by the lake, not in the goddamn greenhouse, not in the stables, and not in the woods (although she did hear things in the underbrush, but that didn't scare her). They're just not anywhere, and she figures that's that: they're gone. Just gone, not that they had made any promise to be here just in case she ever trotted her lean mean ass back into the place.

It's a shitty feeling, though. Makes her kinda sad, because Beth... Beth's her friend. And Beth Junior is her niece: they're family, and she doesn't have much of that any more. Just Yorick and Mom, and the world's such a goddamn mess, who knows when she'll ever get back to DC to see Mommy again anyway?

Hero sets the backpack down right next to her chair: Quinn's awfully sweet but she doesn't want to leave her pack in his room where she might not be able to get to it if she needs it. It's been a lot of years of having to be ready to spring into action at a moment's notice and that habit isn't going to go away overnight, no matter how warm and seductive his arms are. He's going to have to go back and slay dragons -- literally -- and she's going to have to deliver her package. And it's gonna have to happen soon.

"Shit." Stretching out, she rests her feet on the chair across the table, the heel of one boot resting on the toe of the other. For as long as she can, she's going to soak up the atmosphere of this place. It's not like anywhere else in the whole goddamn world, that's for shittin' sure, and she wants to remember every minute she gets to spend here. Because if her family isn't here and Quinn's leaving, there's no selfless reason to stay. It'd only be to satisfy her own stupid ego, and that would be at the expense of everyone else out there counting on her.

She just can't do that. She can't be that selfish.

allican-do.livejournal.com

Yesterday was too surprising. Today, Katara's looking for normal things to balance it out.

Outside, warm in her parka and boots, Katara is standing amidst the snow, practicing her Waterbending with it. It's nothing really impressive, waving her arms, moving her legs, unless you think advanced levels of Tai Chi are cool.

Or moving water with your mind. One of the two.

bard-elan.livejournal.com

"I'll be right with you, Roy, I'm just going to grab a..." Elan stopped and looked up at the universe through the window. "Ooo! Pretty! I didn't know there was a bar around here with one of those!"

He mutters to himself, "I thought I passed that bardic knowledge check... must have been a higher DC for details like this."

All smiles despite the odd situation, Elan (a rather handsome, 21-yr old, blond human, for those curious) looks around the bar at all the interesting people. "This is great! Roy, you've got to come take a look at this!"

Elan turns around to look at the door he came through, realizing nobody has followed him in. "Roy?"

agnes_nitt

Agnes missed her shift this afternoon. She was back in Tim's world... catching up.

So, it's a very rumpled witch who's coming in through the front door with her hair in a tangle and a smile on her face. She runs upstairs just long enough to put on some cleaner clothes and run a brush through the hair, then she's back down to grab the evening shift instead.

Maybe her boss won't notice?

captainryan.livejournal.com

Sunburned dead werewolf inna Bar!

While the average Milliwain would be hard pressed to figure out the last two, the sunburned part is fairly obvious. Captain Ryan's recovering quite nicely from his second degree burns to the point where it looks like a nasty sunburn. Today he's still red, but he's also peeling and it itches like mad.

Somebody, distract him. Please.

skidrowseymour.livejournal.com

Seymour enters the bar, a peculiar Venus-flytrap-seeming plant in a pot.

Seymour sets the plant down onto the closest table and collapses onto a chair. He closes his eyes, rubs his temples (three of his fingers have Band-Aids on them), and sighs. Then he looks around.

"Orange juice, please," he says to a passing rat.

The young man might not be interesting or unusual, but the plant certainly is. Feel free to remark on it.

[OOC: But please read this post first!]

gotham-knocking.livejournal.com

The door opens, and on the other side there is a nondescript hotel room. "Heh. Now that's what I call an adjoining room," Knox says to no one in particular. He props open the door, grabs his coat (just in case), and comes on through.

Draping his coat on a chair, he signals a rat, orders a Sam Adams - that room on the other side of the door is in Boston, after all - and sits back to relax.

Come say hi.

scrmifthishurts

There's a Nightstalker out in the cold. Except she isn't using her normal bow. Things are being thrown in the air and the ultraviolet arc is being used to slice through the things like butter. It's a deadly weapon. The string part of it as hot as the sun. Her vampire killer. But eventually that gets put away and her bow comes out and she starts practicing with it. One of these days...

No, its possible that with the clothes she wears outside (without a jacket) and such, she's starting to get slightly sick but she's ignoring it. She'll pay more attention to that fact later. Besides... if her body was working cold chills she wouldn't feel them being out in the cold as it is anyways.

livewithrats.livejournal.com

It's been a long while since Krycek had this (see icon!) expression on his face. A very long while, in fact.

For a short time, however, he did enjoy being nice!

But then he started to get a little uncomfortable, and all at once he remembered why he was such a bastard to begin with.

So, there's one brooding Krycek sitting near the fire, with a surprisingly untouched glass of vodka in his hand.

(And Kazimir is somewhere far away, as he does not enjoy it when his owner gets grumpy.)

evryinchbut1.livejournal.com

Valerie's looking thoughtful as she ties on her apron tonight and amends the Specials board.

Your server is: Valerie

Waitress on duty; feel free to flag her down.

hungbyathread.livejournal.com

[Pre-Milliways: "The lights go down..."]

... and when they come back up again, it is with one Geoffrey Tennant standing in front of the front door to the End of the Universe itself, his head tipped back in the ecstacy of the prose, his plunger raised high.

But he'd heard the outtage.

"Aw, nuts."

When he opens his eyes, it is not to the darkness of his ever-broken down theatre but a bar, second only to the stage in familiarity to any actor of quality. He was unaware of how he might have gotten to a bar from the stage of the Theatre Sans Argent. This had happened before, though. This had, in fact, happened to him before.

He'd been found attempting to strangle a swan the last time, but he wasn't about to complain as finding himself in a bar was much preferable to being wrestled to the ground by two of Ontario's finest.

"Well," he reflected as he headed towards the counter, plunger in hand, "at least this mental episode comes complete with alcohol."

Current Mood: accomplished

is-he-isnt-he.livejournal.com

See Ben in the Bar. See Ben brush up on his psychology with a textbook in the corner. See Ben drink beer.

See Ben look up. See the door disappear. See Ben be Bound in the Bar.

Talking to Ben right now...might be an interesting experience, as few people have ever had the chance to see Ben when he's genuinely freaking out. Not that his freaking is really noticeable, but yeah, he's having a shit fit.

[OOC: Responses will be slow-ish, since 24 is on in ten minutes, but do tag! Ben won't bite. Physically, anyway.]

collects_ears

George is behind the bar.

He's also humming. If you listen carefully, you might just be able to make out the soft strains of 'A Pirate's Life for Me'. He's likely not even aware of it. Perhaps it comes from living in a place with pirate in it's name?

Chalk in hand, he quickly makes his additions to the Specials board.

"Tonight's drinks are: Bairn, Bambi's Iced Tea, Baron Cocktail and Baroness."

The last is to follow through on his promise to Ginny Weasley to have a non-alcoholic special.

"What'll it be?"

guppy_sandhu

The pile of paperwork is getting smaller. And it has a large black cat sitting on it.

Guppy is currently trying to get something out from under the cat, which has decided to sleep with all four legs dangling over each side of the pile, in the most inconvenient position possible.

Because that's what cats do.

Since said cat has also consumed two rubbers and a paper clip in the course of the afternoon, Guppy is trying to keep him asleep.

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Shufti and Jack are near the observation window. The toddler is playing with one of the shiny toys that Molly got him for his birthday, whilst his mum is trying to get through various things she needs to struggle and read through.

All botherable.

janetsdaughter.livejournal.com

[OOM: Orion settles into the house and Cassie makes a discovery. (Millitimed to yesterday)]

[OOM: Cassie gets sicker, unofficially moves into their house, and makes another discovery.]

Current Mood: shocked

stuck-mynock.livejournal.com

[OOMs: Atton infiltrates Czerka, only to find that they've been expecting him. General unpleasantness ensues.

First OOM is rated O for outrage. Second OOM has warnings for violence, blood, fire and crazy people.

Also warning for odd colours due to somehow wrong HTML.]

Atton comes flying through the door, into the bar, landing sharply as the bar's gravity reasserts itself. He might not be immediately recognisable as Atton - The black, orange, white and very red attire isn't normal for him, and he's face down, coughing and hacking and bleeding all over the place.

Occasionally, a blue haze settles around him, vanishing shortly after. And occasionally, he tries to get up, and fails.

Botherable.

[OOC: Please be pinging or catching in chat before tagging? AIM SN is Stuck Mynock.]

janetsdaughter.livejournal.com

Cassandra's sitting at the bar eating something that looks cross between jello and yogurt. She also has a book on chemical engineering and a red pen.
Looks like she's correcting a few things.

...or a lot of things.

nottwinkletoes.livejournal.com

He wasn't the type for notes--a bit flighty. Had he known Katara was in the bar, that might have been different, but he fully expected to be back sometime soon.

He also hadn't brought anything with him, so he had nothing to take back, other than what the Bar had given him. Those things he couldn't take with him.

So he shrugged of his t-shirt and the strange shoes (every time he stepped, there were glowy lights in the heels!) and put them on the bar, where they disappeared, and his tab went down slightly.

"Thank you, Bar. Uh, I promise I'll bring money for the food when I meet up with the others again, because I didn't bring any with me."

Why would a monk need money when going to learn from a wise old man? (Unless the wise old man was greedy?)

And off to learn more from that wise old man he went, barefoot and shirtless, politely closing the door behind him.

***

He learned.

It wasn't that much later (you can thank wonky time differences for that) that he came back through the door, still barefoot and shirtless (it was a monk thing), looking sweaty, a little tired, but slightly exhilarated.

He walked back in just a little bit braver, too.

"Bar...can I have those sparkly shoes again?" They appeared on top of the bar and he put them on, looking positively gleeful. Simple monk or not, sparkly shoes were WIN, and he deserved a reward for chakra-clearing, right?

dragonofgrey.livejournal.com

There was a wizard who was seeing about sending an Owl, and also leaving a letter with Bar.

( Addressed to Harry )

That part done, he found a quiet corner of the bar to sit, and observe the place quietly.
He might welcome distractions.

bothbutneither.livejournal.com

( Room 44: an unexpected visit proves that things aren't always what they seem... but sometimes, that's all they can be. )

and-far-away.livejournal.com

[OOM: He tried.]

The door opens, and Sharpe comes in for the first time in almost a week. He looks haggard, and blinks at the bar as if he wasn't expecting to see it.

Then, slowly, he moves to the Bar and orders what will probably be the first in a long series of drinks.

Nobody's seen him look this broken since Teresa died. Not that anyone here was there to see him then. But the point stands.

brokenjilly.livejournal.com

This certainly isn't her closet.

For one thing, her closet was still dark. She didn't have so many pairs of shoes that she couldn't find the ones she wanted by touch, after all. For another, it certainly wasn't a - a -

"A bar."

Jilly says it out loud, thinking that if she does, it will be more true, somehow. Or at least more comprehensible.

It doesn't really help much, though.

She plops down into a conveniently located chair and mutters, "A bar."

kayip.livejournal.com

[OOM: On the outside, Behrooz has a far too familiar sort of dream that he'll hope is only that.]

Behrooz wanders into the Bar, rubbing at his eyes. His clothes are wrinkled like he's clearly slept in them, and his hair is sticking out at random ends. He stops when he realizes that this place is far too bright and smells to weird to be his apartment.

He doesn't look around very much, though - he just walks straight up to the Bar, where a very strong cup of coffee greets him.

undignified

Wes has a booth, a drink he's not really touched yet, and a datapad that is the reason he's not really touched his drink.

He's got this cool game. It involves shooting bad guys. So it's kinda like real life, only animated on a tiny little screen.

Also with a time limit that makes him swear at it occasionally when he dies.