milliways_bar | Jan. 30th, 2007

Jan. 30th, 2007

verymodelof.livejournal.com

"All I'm asking is whether I'm going to get my phone back at any point in the near future," Danny says as they walk out of the diner, glancing over his shoulder at Matt. "Something might... Cal might call me. What if something happens at the studio?"

Nice try, Danny, but the studio's currently empty, and Cal doesn't have that phone number. But at this point, he's willing to say anything to get his phone back. Matt shouldn't have this sort of power - that's not how their friendship works.

A moment after stepping out the door, Danny realizes he's not freezing. And it's a little warm to wear the parka he's got on. He blinks around him at the bar. Frowns.

"Well, at least it's not Ithaca."

cheevy.livejournal.com

Out by the lake is a somewhat scruffy-looking hippie of a man, kicking his feet absently through the snow as he manages somehow to walk and read at the same time.

He hasn't fallen over any rocks yet, nor wandered onto the lake.

He is, however, skirting dangerously close to the edges of the forest.

He could use company if he's going to get himself lost tonight...

iustus_rex

One thing about going for a long horseback ride in the cold, and then walking your horse dry and putting him away in the darkening shadows of evening: it makes sitting in the warmth with tea really, really appreciated.

(Other things about it: it's good exercise for you and the horse, and good training for him, and it's a distraction. From any number of issues.

Another thing: it's very Narnian. Always has been. In England, they never rode much after a few pony club rides as young children. Edmund missed it, after Narnia, and at the same time was a little glad he never had to explain why he was so good at it with never a lesson.)

At any rate, it's full dark out now, and Edmund is nursing the last of a pot of tea, and debating whether he wants more.

forge-fire.livejournal.com

Hephaestos hobbles in without his cane, if only because he's carrying a case and two sizeable bags. He uses one of the bags as a cane almost, leaning on it for support before reaching a booth. The bags are put in the other side of the booth and the case is put on top of the table and he waits for Harry to show up.

notagod-apollo.livejournal.com

((OOM: Sometime after this, where the muns utterly fail to keep their pups' relationship platonic, there comes this. Rated PS for Pilot Sex, and MC for the Meaningful Conversations that happen around the shagging.))

runmakitarun.livejournal.com

[OOM: We have passed down these lessons to our children.

Even after the fighting is over there is still work to be done. Dead friends to bury, dead enemies to loot.]

cf1.livejournal.com

Morning, early morning. Bar has some strange ideas, like catching Cait as she was just in the process of waking up, namely, exiting the bathroom after brushing her teeth. That explains why the tall girl is curled up in a couch, wearing PJ's and a robe, slippers on the floor.

At least Bar supplied the coffee with a generous helping of cream and sugar, so Kat is not really upset. And sure, she is botherable.

the-h-star-r.livejournal.com

Imagine that, ol' 'Strammy's actually awake for breakfast.

He had a good time in the Strong Badathlon, but now it's time to relax and refuel after the someteen days of glory with a pancake sausage on a stick and a mug of coffee.

Most botherable.

legendaryoutlaw.livejournal.com

It can't be.

But it looks like it. It's walking like it. It's whistling like it.

And now, it's basically confirmed it. He's just ordered a plate of donuts and some milk.

Vash is back.

slayer_fray

Mel spent a couple of days here, just to get her head around things. Then she slipped out and reported in at her other work, and checked out things that needed to be done.

Now she slips back in through the main door, and settles into a central table, feet up on the table, slurping from a toffee milkshake.

Security Deputy Chief on duty, as they say.

alorn-bear.livejournal.com

It's good to be the Bear God. The 'bear' part because polar bears totally rock, what with being the largest living land-based carnivore on Earth (and well positioned for a run at that title on Gara, now that the dragon is dead) and being perfectly built for the cold and running and swimming and all. And the 'god' part because if you're enjoying a good lope in bear form and decide to run out onto the ice of the lake and see how far you can slide? YOU CAN TOTALLY DO THAT. Because ice won't break if you ask it not to.

So. Cool.

(For those of you by the lakeside or above, there's a polar bear charging at the lake at full gallop, then skidding across stretches of ice on his butt. Occasionally he winds up spinning in circles before coming to a stop. Other than that he gives no signs of being rabid, really.)

benloserz.livejournal.com

Benjamin Winchester. Meet your life.

Well, it is not the nightmare of being at school in spiderman underwear, but it is a similar take, being in a bar while on sleeping garments. Lucky for him, it means shorts and a 'muscle shirt' (because wife-beater is a stupid name, gomen). Also, by some stroke of fate, he was dragging a robe behind him, on his way downstairs for breakfast, so, he can be pretty decently dressed quickly.

Nothing can be done about the bear-foot slippers.

Anyway, Ben knows better than to fight fate, so he moves to a couch by the fireplace, settling down. Let the madness begin.

Or someone could try explaining to him that this is not a hotdog-induced nightmare.

slayer_fray

A note has been left at bar for all friends and relations of Stephanie Brown and Melaka Fray:

( Mel's handwriting )

cheerychaplain

Father Mulcahy is in the bar today, sitting at a table with his hat tilted back on his head. He has a rectangle of cardboard, about the right size for a sign, on the table in front of him, along with a little tray of black paint. Paintbrush in hand, he studies the cardboard, tracing letters in the air with the tip of the brush, seemingly lost in thought.

[OOC: You all are wonderful, but homework calls. Slowtimes, please, and I'll tag as soon as I can, hopefully within the next few days.]

faithful-slayer.livejournal.com

Faith wanders into the bar from Antar, dressed in full Queenly regalia, looking frankly gobsmacked. It takes her a minute to realize where she is, and then she walks up to the bar, starts to order a drink...and then stops, changes her mind, and asks Bar for milk instead.

Faith. Drinking milk. Thousand-yard stare.

Something's up.

Feel free to ask her what.

shortofcrazy

Here's a face that has been around a lot lately (the mun swears, really). Riley is sitting at the bar, hair hopelessly mussed and glasses slipping down his nose, making very short work of a mug of coffee and a stack of waffles covered in syrup, strawberries, and whipped cream.

Once he has eaten, he's going to pay his usual bright attention to the rest of the bar. For the moment, though, he only has eyes for his breakfast, and does not notice the dab of whipped cream on the tip of his nose. Occasionally, he slips his fingers under his glasses to rub at his eyes. Riley Poole is not a morning person.

[OOC: You all are wonderful, but homework calls. Slowtimes, please, and I'll tag as soon as I can, hopefully within the next few days.]

mnt_mike

"Come on! Be a good sport."

Nothing.

"For me?"

Still nothing.

"I'll be your best friend."

The sound of the nothing is deafening.

"What we have here is a failure to communicate."

Bar doesn't budge, and as such...neither does Mike.

supaahiro

Hiro's family is very traditional -- so when it comes to being untraditional, Hiro excells to the point of being 'the nail that sticks up', as the saying goes.

He has yet to be hammered down, but he has benefited from a rather traditional upbringing. Samurai history, and certain honorable artforms; origami, for instance, is something near and dear to Hiro's heart... Charlie loved her cranes...

So there he is; pudgy little Japanese man who has littered the top of Bar with dragons, cranes, scorpion -- and somethnig that seems to only be taking shape -- pieces of it might be vaguely identifable as something not an animal, vegtable of mineral... but it'd take a very keen eye, and possibly intimate familiarity with the object of question to see it's parts and realize what it will be when it's whole...

gotapenny.livejournal.com

At one side of the bar a door suddenly bursts open with a resounding smack against the wall before George Luz comes flying through back first landing with a crack against his radio. Grass, dirt, and rock seem to follow him as he brings his arms up to cover his face. His helmet goes skittering across the floor loudly while tapping a few chairs in the process. The scene through the door is one of things blowing up and the sound of gun fire.

"Move! Get out of the open! They have us targeted!" someone can be heard screaming on the other side of the door as a mortar goes off spraying the surrounding area with grass, dirt, and rocks off in the distance. Twisting on his back with his hands up to protect his face he brings a booted foot around to hook on the door slaming it shut behind him.

Breathing deeply he lays there for a moment sort of like a turtle on its back, eyes closed and mumbling enough foul language under his breath a sailor would blush. Luz finally manages to raise his hands up enough to wipe dirt from his face and notices the familiar room of Milliways upside down. "God..I need a drink.."

Current Mood: dirty

the_man_in_the_box

Angier's Journal:

I am still at a loss to how Borden performs his newest illusion. I shall have to have Cutter along so he can determine its secret. Quite perplexing.

As is this establishment that I continue to find myself in at random intervals during the past few months. I have yet to figure how it is I come to be here - or why. There must be some purpose to this madness.

bob_the_skull

A bleached white human skull rests silently on the bar top. Nearby is a novel of the romance genre - impossibly perfect and pale flesh exposed around a flutter of lace on the bodice of the dress the cover-woman is wearing, her hair fluttering in the wind as she's bent, almost fainting over the arm of the muscled brute who also weilds a weapon to fend off the on-coming foes.

badderthanyou

Dawn has herself folded into an over-stuffed chair by the fireplace. She'd be maybe doing homework if they were still having school back home, but as that's been called on account of pending apocalypse, she's reading up on demons and trying to find information on "The First".

doctordoogiehowsermd

Teen doctor, hi-top sneakers fashionably untied, sitting on a stool at the bar. There's a medical journal open beside the plate covered in a pizza slice that hangs off two sides, at least, and the glass of soda.

captainryan.livejournal.com

Ryan is definitely twitchy at being indoors, but he has something for Deitmar and there's no guarantee that he would meet him outside. Thus, he's at a table with his back to the wall watching the room like a ~~trapped wolf~~ hawk.

Of course, he's being subtle about it.

[OOC: Food! Because without it, we'd die. *nods sagely*]

command_dot_com

Someone has had a bad cycle today, as if the surveillance on Daemon weren't pulling off as planned, Dot's original little brother had taken to bullying some of the CPU staff into practicing with him, with LIVE ammunition.

And to make matters worse some binomes had been found tampering with the blocked off 'Net port. Today just has not been Dot Matrix's day.

So when this sprite storms into her office glowering at her organizer, it takes several seconds after the door shuts to realize she's in the bar. Again.

"Oh for the processing of...”

Sour green Sprite in the bar, someone cheer her up, please?

Current Mood: cranky

alwaysroomforhope

Steph has a book, and a tiny kitten, and a seat by the door. The book is face-down on the floor; the tiny kitten is hogging all her attention. It's tiny and cuddly and warm, and Steph's watching it try to walk straight lines with a vaguely adoring expression.

wingless-clan.livejournal.com

Elisa groaned and stretched her shoulders as she stepped into the bar, her coat left in her car and holster empty in deference to Harry's rules. Her badge was still visible on her belt though, in this place it was a matter of pride...

"Harry...a beer and pizza? It's been one of those week when...I..."

Her steps only faltered a moment before the calm cop mask was back in place, eyes scanning the non-cop crowd in the Bar today.

And lack of Harry.

It had been one of the strangest weeks of her life, and it seemed that it was only going to get stranger...so she did the only thing she could think of, she slipped into a booth and looked around, eyes narrowed as she tried, and failed, to place her surroundings.

[*facepalms* And mun...wanted to get this up, but got tackled from the side by need for sleep. Tag away?]

notagod-apollo.livejournal.com

Lee got a book tonight with his dinner from Bar, a copy of an old mystery novel he'd once snuck from his father's library. It brings back memories, though he's yet to actually open it yet. He just sits there, staring at the familliar cover as he finishes his meal. Apaprently Bar has decided he needs something to do while he's here, and she hasn't offered a Viper package for the sims yet. He'll suggest that next time. But until then, there's a pilot in the bar, more than willing to chat.

dalekity.livejournal.com

"Free of charge counselling sessions free of charge!" Says one screeching Dalek as it floats down the stairs. "Free Horoscope and palm-reading, as well. Find emotional well-being despite your frail human psyches!"

Dalek is always botherable.

wizard_dresden

Blue - the sky is blue, ocean water looks blue, sometimes even Lake Michigan looks blue. Blue's a nice color.

Blue is also the theme for tonight's specials - no reason really. I just like blue.

Happy Hour Specials
Any drink with 'blue' in the name

"What'll ya have, folks?"

[ooc: ~~mun is out for the next hour - tags will resume upon my return...~~ ~~back!~~

And now we close down the bartending for mun to do the sleeping thing... slowtime ahoy!]

sime-channel.livejournal.com

Suzi is settled down with brown fluff in her lap, attempting to untangle blue fluff. Fifteen minutes ago it was a hyper puppy and a ball of fluffy blue yarn. Now? Joy is asleep, and Suzi is glad she hadn't started on actually knitting anything. She's talking to the snoring brown ball while she works at the tangles with all ten fingers and eight handling tentacles,

"I thought cats were supposed to attack yarn, not puppies! And now you're going to be up all night, aren't you?" Her only answer is another puppy-like snore.

misterparker.livejournal.com

Here's a face that Milliways hasn't seen in a while.

Parker steps through the door and grins a little.

He sits down and orders a beer.

k_in_black

[OOM: After months of covert field operations, a few lethal confrontations, and some startling discoveries, the Men in Black finally gather for a high-level briefing about the alien manifestation known as Black Oil.

The briefing has only just started, and the MiB have already managed to canon-puncture themselves. And it doesn't look like things are going to be getting any better.

From a lost holo-datachip of the MiB Archives, this is part two.]

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

Ace is back at a table, with the badly charred sonic blaster, still scrubbing carbon away from what used to be nice, working, non-fused circuits. Considering what happened the last time she did this, she's seriously tempting fate here.

Sometimes fate needs tempting.

oh-frak-me.livejournal.com

*Kara Thrace saunters downstairs in civvies, smoking a cigarette. She makes for the bar and grabs a pint of Guinness. She turns around and leans on the bar, surveying the room and smirking*

inquisitivehero

Just after this...

( It was a day like Any Other... )

musical-muse.livejournal.com

*Tere is at the piano. Right now, she's just noodling around, improvising jazz, but there's (almost) nothing she likes better than taking requests...*

hellooooo-mcfly.livejournal.com

Scraggly-haired boy in a jean jacket, life jacket-like vest, and sunglasses, drinking a Pepsi at a table near the door.

He looks only slightly depressed, tired, and homesick.

Have at!

velocitygirl

Sometimes time flips when one walks out the bar. Like...you walk out in your twenties...and you walk back in again at age seventeen. You don't look all that different, your hair's a little longer, the front is a bit blue, and you're a bit thinner, your clothes not fitting correctly perhaps.

But some habits stay the same. Heels and a cigarette dangling from your fingers (only the skirts are shorter and you're shaking too, because how long has it been since your last hit, gods, how long?? and is that a bruised lip? have you pissed someone off lately and gotten put back in your place?).

But one thing is sure, this isn't your apartment in lower level Coruscant. Not.

At.

All.

capt_angie

Angelina is sitting cross legged on a sofa, building a house of cards on a coffee table. She's being very... very... careful because if she makes one wrong move then the entire thing will-

*BANG*

...

...

Do that. A cloud of smoke and cards floats to the ground around a slightly shocked and singed young witch.

verymodelof.livejournal.com

There is a Danny in the bar, sitting at a table by himself - he's got no idea where Matt is, but he assumes if Matt needs him, he'll find him. Matt's good at that.

There is also a very expensive cellphone sitting on the table in front of him. He's glaring at it, as it's fairly useless now - not only did Suzanne remove Jordan's number from his phone, but he doesn't get reception in here.

Danny doesn't react well to having nothing to do. Neither does Matt, but with Matt it's visible - he paces or something. With Danny... Well, he ends up sitting here staring at a cellphone.

milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com

[OOM: Wells and Ace aren't the only ones who had an interest in Wiltshire Plastics.]

This is not Harry Wells' idea of a good week. Any week that has Autons in it automatically fails. Unfortunately, this one comes with the added bonus of a full moon on the way. Even the thought of setting foot indoors right now is enough to set his teeth on edge. The claustrophobia'll get worse as the moon gets closer. For now, though, he can just barely manage to step inside and get supper.

He's just got to take it outdoors and head away from the building, Hephaestos' gifts in the bag slung over his back. At least there's his firepit out by the lake.

caleb-temple.livejournal.com

At one of the smaller tables, there is a great project in progress.

Oh, yes, a great project indeed.

Caleb is making a birthday present for Doctor Matt. He's making him a real nice box that he can put his stuff in. Well, some of his stuff. Like, maybe his smaller stuff. Maybe like a watch or something? 'Cause it's kind of a small box.

And he's making it out of popsicle sticks. And Elmer's glue.

Lots of Elmer's glue.

Beware of sticky fingers!

janetsdaughter.livejournal.com

Cassandra comes in from walking around outside for the last time. It's..partially to say goodbye, but mainly to calm her nerves. She sits down at a booth with a slight sigh and pulls out a bundle of letters. Carefully, she rereads them, makes a few changes, and begins to rewrite them.
She looks at the band on her wrist anxiously.
The waiting game is almost over.

No going back now.

[OOC: If anyone wants to thread with Cassandra, this is their last chance.]

janetsdaughter.livejournal.com

[OOMs: Millitimed to their respective days: There is preparation for exams, interesting medical emergencies, introduction of new powers, and moving out and into places.

And for today: It is The Fourteenth Day, and there is An Accident.]

janetsdaughter.livejournal.com

Cassandra, Sam and Janet come downstairs from Room Seven. Janet looks like she's been hit by a bomb, and is being helped along by Sam. Cassandra is leading the two and they all seem anxious. They choose a booth by the door and wait..glancing at the door every once in awhile.

janetsdaughter.livejournal.com

The front door opens and Captain Marvel enters, carrying a Cassie wrapped in a sheet.
Cassandra, standing right next to the door, walked up to them, beaming. Cassie's smile is replaced by a concerned look. Cassandra becomes translucent and disappears. Nearby, Sam and Janet begin to move forward as the Captain staggers.
Then the Captain, Cassie, Sam and Janet all disappear.

naminemory.livejournal.com

Naminé likes coming back to Milliways when she does.

This is now her third time entering the bar in the span of a few days and she quite enjoys the experience. This time she has a sketchpad and pencil with her, ready to observe and draw whatever she sees. The last time she was here was merely to pay a very dear friend a visit (she'd promised him, after all) but now she is just here for herself.

She has sort of gotten the hang of this place and is sitting by the fireplace, just people-watching, pencil in hand.