milliways_bar | Feb. 3rd, 2007

Feb. 3rd, 2007

Ray walks into the Bar from New York City. "Peter, if you're here I've been doing my research on-"

Nothing, thankfully, happens to him. However, he did just look up and spot rather a lot of visual differences from the usual run.

He looks left.

He looks right.

For a moment he peers up into the rafters, but that doesn't last long. He's looking back down again.

... yup. Still there.

"Enesùuda* Milliways," he mutters, and heads for the Bar.

*e-ne-sù-ud...dug4/du11/e: to rejoice; to copulate (with -da-) ('to play' + sud, 'to lengthen; to immerse').

yuppie-trash.livejournal.com

As far as sock puppets go, he's a damn handsome (insofar that he doesn't smell like Dr Scholl's footpowder) one in (red and yellow diamonds against grey with faint charcoal striping. It's Ralph Lauren.) argyle.

With the shades (Ray-Ban Wayfarers) and cigar (5 1/2 inch, 42 ring gauge La Corona made in 1937). The cigar is unlit. It isn't lit because he is missing his thumbs. The only hand he (doesn't) have is the one that might stuck up his ass, making the mouth move.

So. . .no hand? No talkies. Breathe easy.

scaredbybook.livejournal.com

The bar door slams open, and Kira comes in from outside.

She's wheezing slightly, in the manner of someone who's been running around in cold winter air, and carrying a dark felt bundle. There's odd white streaks over it. Kira looks around, heads for a booth, and puts it down. Now it looks more like a large, dark, hairy wolf.

Kira isn't really looking, though. She's shedding her coat and poking through her pockets for her emergency sewing kit. Somehow it's never been so emergency-ish as it is right now. And with the tone of a props doctor to a passing nurse, she summons a waitrat. "Hey! I need a cordless hairdryer and batteries, please?"

So. Witch, busy drying the stuffing of a puppet with one hand while she tries to thread a needle held between her lips with the other hand. It's very eyecrossy. Maybe she could use a hand?

tibetanmethod

[Out of Milliways, and into Twin Peaks, and elsewhere:

In Deer Meadow, Hank Jennings and Sheriff Cable take their hostages into the White Lodge, where a sacrifice has to be made. They don't stay in the White Lodge for long.

In the Black Lodge, things happen.

Afterward, Hank Jennings makes a government friend, Ben Horne takes a break, and the Log Lady is the Log Lady.]

a-fell.livejournal.com

[oom: Coming home.]

winterladym.livejournal.com

"AWWWYAN"

This sound quite helpfully extends from the mouth of the faerie who fell asleep in the rafters last night. She stretches languidly, or what would be languidly if she had legs, or longer arms. But she doesn't notice the change yet.

Instead, she flaps her wings and flits down to the bar. Where she pauses, her green eyes staring at the mirror behind the bar. Purple. Wings. And Dress. And... and... BLONDE HAIR!

"AHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHhhhhhhHHHHHH"

This is the sound of a faerie puppet flying back and forth along the length of the bar, screaming her lungs out.

What did they do to her HAIR?

misterbunny.livejournal.com

The back door slams open, as if kicked by a strong rear leg, but it only goes a couple of inches before stopping. Not really much of a slam.

"Oh, for fisks..."

There is grumbling, and some maneuvering, and a Bunny slips through the crack. A pink Bunny. Who's a hand puppet. And has an unopened switchblade in his hand.

"Right. This is it. Someone is gonna Fiskin die."

KA-CLICK!

And he stares in horror at the foam blade projecting from his weapon of choice.

"Oh, yer kiddin' me. Yer jokin."

He jumps onto a table, fake blade out, and pointing at anyone who dares to look at him.

"Puppet or not, I'm gonna kill someone. Kill starts with the letter K, just like Kombat! YEY!"

bloodandnicotine

Spike climbs down the stairs, and stops, staring at his hands.

"Oh, bollocks."

Not this again.

impulsivekid.livejournal.com

Bart is getting his apron and tray from behind the bar, when he actually notices them.

Puppets.

Dozens of them.

He steps back, staring at all of the multitude.

And then chalks on the board.

'Your Serve this shift is Bart. His special is:Anything you want, if you aren't poesessed by the spirit of a serial killer.'

He's seen childs play once too often.

princeinexile

It was a quiet day at the tea shop. There was no Jin (and there was no relief, per se, about her absence) but there was Mushi and Li -- or perhaps better known as Iroh and Zuko.

The evening's fair was wrapping up -- Zuko had the last load of cups on a tray and had just pushed back the curtain--

--to find Milliways on the other side.

Somewhere -- somebody giggled. Shortly following, there was a crash as a tray was suddenly high in the air, and then -- not.

There was also an indigant sound of childish pain, and a bit of thrashing. "U--uncle!" What the hell just happened! He -- he just fell over! And the world went dark! And there's something hard and flat on him. "Uncle the shop caved in!" At least, that's the only thing Zuko can think of, now that he's about eight inches tall and sort of -- softer and less offensive (marginally) then he was five seconds ago. Now if he could only get the goddamn tray off his soft, plush body, he'd be worlds better.

But he'd still be a plushie.

no-middle-gears.livejournal.com

A tall boy...girl...well, a tall, young someone with shaggy, dark red hair, dressed in a boy's clothing walks through the door.

And stares.

And says, very slowly and very confused,

"Ah...Tilda?"

[ooc: and mun has to go to lunch, will be back in one-two hours]

runmakitarun.livejournal.com

[OOM: Concentrate always on the inevitability of your end.]

Makita wasn't expecting to walk into Milliways today. It takes her a minute for her brain to catch up and figure out where she is.

When she first came into the bar she was in the middle of a gunfight: heart pounding, adrenaline pumping, every sense alert. This time she walks in after weeks of inadequate sleep and constant exertion. She feels worse than she looks, and she looks like she's about to pass out.

Her knees buckle and she sinks to the floor and just lays there for a bit. She'll get up later. Maybe. Perhaps she'll take a nap first. Perhaps someone will help get her out from underfoot.

nomorecyberarts.livejournal.com

[oom: It must be nice to have money.]

The door opens, and yelling can be heard behind it.

"No. I'm not going to get out. You're going to listen to me, and things're going to be made right, damnit." Mark steps backwards through the door, yelling rather furiously.

Benny steps through the door, focussed on Mark. "Who's not leaving the past behind now, Cohen?"

Someone might want to tell them that they're not in Benny's office anymore.

Welcome to Milliways, Benjamin Coffin.

thebrokensoldier

There's a transgenic in the bar, away from most of the patrons if only because of the scents. But his hazel eyes are watching the patrons... a slight growl escaping his lips. Though not at any of the patrons... not really at anyone. The boy just has problems with memories deciding to show up. Those of what Manticore had done to him.

mogget_cat

Aww, isn't it cute? Such an adorable little kitty puppet, lying masterless on the bar.

Yrael's just hoping to sleep through this most recent embarrassment.

Try to stick your hand up his butt and he will hurt you. ~~Rules be damned.~~

Current Mood: pissed off

try_corsets

Having recently assured themselves of their mutual -- if probably temporary -- sanity, Elizabeth and Will decide to spend the day together. They walk down the stairs to the main bar, hand in hand.

Something changes.

Several things, actually. Height is the most noticeable.

As well as... species?

"...I hate this place."

"Will... are we entirely certain that we didn't die and go to hell?"

"No... No, we are not."

"I thought not."

"I'm going back to my room until this wears off."

"And I to mine."

Very carefully avoiding each other's eyes, frog and pig turn and walk back up the stairs with as much dignity as they can muster. Which... isn't much, really, but they both get points for trying.

slayer_fray

Mel comes down into the bar from upstairs, heading for breakfast.

She sees the bar.

She stares.

Then she runs towards the door and disappears out into Haddyn.

She's overcome her phobia of vampires. Puppets will have to wait for another day.

ilko_skevuld

The Cheat doesn't change too much when he walks into the bar. But he changes enough to notice.

"Mah!" he snaps. If he were fully animated, his eyebrows would draw down in anger, judging from the tone of his cute li'l voice.

gentleprince.livejournal.com

...

..."Oh dear."

Faramir walks into the bar. And then finds himself hopping into the bar.

Sock puppets apparently don't have legs.

"Oh dear," he sighs, and continues hopping until he finds a chair he can hop into.

Not too close to the fire.

He sits there rubbing his head curiously with his non-hands and hoping someone ELSE is on Security duty right now, because his sword is a glorified chopstick and his head is stuffed with what feels like a shredded schoolgirl uniform kilt.

Fucking Milliways.

forgoodorforawesome

Right behind The Cheat comes Strong Bad. He doesn't change much either, but he notices the changes in himself and his sidekick.

"Oh yeah. I forgot to tell ya. Sometimes, crazy crap happens in this place for no good reason. Like the time Carmen freakin' Sandiego stole the Bar. But, it'll all get back to normal sooner or later."

[OOC: Me an' The Cheat are havin' a chit-chat, but it's not plotlocked or nothin' in here. Tag your little heart out!]<

milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com

Dear God he's got a lot of rabbit fur stuck between his teeth today. Not that anyone in the Bar is going to notice, because Wells' habit upon waking after a full moon night is still as strong as always: wash off with the lake water or a few fistfuls of snow, then make for upstairs as quickly as possible without waking up Annie. It's just that he's never seen that much demon rabbit fur after a flossing in all his days- not to mention that his mouth has a distinctly petrochemical aftertaste clinging to it that even three rounds with the Listerine can't remove. Possibly real food will do the trick?

"... what the fuck is up with all the puppets?" Wells wonders aloud.

mendanddefend_archive

Poof.

There's a little blue puppet sitting on an armchair by the Bar.

Poof.

On the floor in front of the chair is a small pile of confetti.

Poof.

The pile gets a little bigger every time the puppet puts its hand out.

Poof.

Bob has been going through every function he's got, seeing if he can get anything to work.

Poof.

So far, all he's managed to do is produce various colors of confetti.

Poof.

He would probably welcome a distraction.

[ooc: ~~Off to Second Life for the weekly roleplay. Will be back later this evening.~~ Back!]

sime-channel.livejournal.com

Suzi has a puppy, a book, and a hangover. She's paying attention to them in that order. Suzi is not a puppet. Suzi is very, very much not a puppet. Neither is Whistler.

This is why there are no matches.

i_grenfelz

"C'mon, Neets, you are stressed out," Carmela is saying as she and Nita come through the door.

"And Milliways is going to help with that?" Nita retorts with a laugh.

"I think it's very unstress-- are those puppets?"

". . . Milliways," Nita says, succinctly, and looks for a booth. Carmela heads for the Bar, and Nita calls after her, "Don't blow anything up!"

Carmela on a barstool, sipping a soda and eying the puppets; Nita in a booth, flipping through her manual.

his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com

There is something very odd going on around here. When Sarah came down for a jog (she doesn't care if it's still cold out there, she misses her morning jogs), she noticed a strange surplus of...well, puppets.

The morning jog was quickly forgotten as she grabbed a glass of mango juice from Bar and a booth where she could watch everything closely. Occasionally, she makes a couple of notes down on a napkin, using that bracelet-pen contraption that's proved to be insanely useful.

This? This is fascinating.

Please don't mind the young journalist if she happens to be staring at you.

cheerychaplain

After a number of conversations, Father Mulcahy pins a new sign to the noticeboard.

In neat, clean black letters, it reads:

Offering services:

Catholic priest, for Confession, Masses, Communion, a friendly ear, or anything else that could be needed. Am more than happy to perform services for other faiths, including (there is a list here, featuring mostly Protestant Christian sects, though Judaism is also featured prominently. There is an asterisk next to ‘Southern Baptist’; the note at the bottom says ‘Intimidating, but I can try’). Willing to learn if the guidance that you need is of a faith not listed.

Father Francis Mulcahy (often wearing a hat and glasses, and always a cross)

It is signed with a little cross after his name.

It is also lined in pink fluff. Someone has gleefully painted sparkly silver spirals all over the cardboard; it catches the light spectacularly.

An addendum, in sloppier handwriting, the i dotted with a heart, says:

Decoration by Princess Powerful!

Father Mulcahy looks at the sign a moment, and the corners of his mouth twitch upward. Then he tips his hat and heads back to the 4077th M*A*S*H, humming quietly to himself.

[OOC: Now with accompanying backroom post!]

destroy_restart

Tower was smoking a cigar in a corner, and observing the world.

Or, the part of it that he could see. Which was remarkably entertaining, small as it was.

[[OOC: Warnings still apply!Read the old backroom post, and his user info!]]

sweepergirl.livejournal.com

When Nisha orders her lunch from Bar (veggie curry with a glass of milk and an orange), she gets something else along with it - a book of yo-yo tricks.

"Hey, thanks Bar!" Nisha picks up the book and reads through it while eating her lunch, looking up every so often to look around the room.

"What's with all the puppets?"

the_lioness

[OOM: The best midwife in history brings Alanna a carving knife to clean. They discuss children, witchcraft, kings, and... magic in the bedroom. Not surprisingly, Alanna quite likes Nanny Ogg.]

lilbridgetjones.livejournal.com

Had the most awful dream last night. There were-- there were-- gosh, I can't even think it; must get tea from Bar--

Did I just think 'gosh' instead of--

OHMYGOSH!!!

"I don't," cries an exceptionally squeaky English voice, "have any elbows!"

captainryan.livejournal.com

[OOM: Pre-puppet plot, Ryan gets some memories of the first full moon night, and for the first time is thankful that Wells is around. Not that he'll be telling the other man that any time soon.]

scourgeofpiracy.livejournal.com

Norrington missed the outbreak of puppeting yesterday.

It didn't miss him, though. He barely takes one step into the main bar today before he's suddenly viewing it from a lot further down.

"Oh, for the love of - "

He has claws. Yellow ones. And a tail. He hasn't even discovered the rest of it yet.

He wants a drink. Now.

captainryan.livejournal.com

Ryan flailed upstairs. He's good now, honest, if strangely and forcibly happy. Life is good! He's made of felt and stuffing and can't seem to get upset about it, but it's okay! Apparently, he gets to turn into a wolfman puppet again tonight! Yay! Afterall, how many people get to turn into fast bouncy happy puppy creatures?

He should count himself lucky! Yes! He's very lucky! And happy! Have we mentioned the happy?

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

It has been a long time since she took time to go to the bar - her thesis won't write itself, after all. Thus, Romana is smiling as she walks into bar, looking for a certain ghostbuster and a cup of tea... not necessarily in that order.

See, now she isn't smiling, not that you can tell.
"Who thought that this would be a clever prank?" She asks, highly irritated.

gris_bug_man

Georgia is laughing delightedly.

Keiran is gurgling.

Grissom is looking around with a raised eyebrow. "There are puppets."

Would someone care to talk to the little family?

just_the_doctor

He comes in from the front door instead of the back. That's the first unusual thing.

He's sporting shaggy hair and an enormous scarf. That's the second unusual thing.

He's followed in by a mechanical dog. That's the third unusual thing.

He's also only a couple of feet tall, and both of them are made of fluff and cloth.

This, perhaps, is the most unusual thing, and the most notable upon first glance.

The Doctor looks down at his hands, then over to K-9, then up (and up and up) at his surroundings.

"Oh, dear. This is quite intolerable."

spooky-shrink.livejournal.com

Malcolm Crowe is coming down the stairs to grab a quick cup of coffee.... to find puppets running around the bar.

He's had years of experience at concealing reactions of shock and surprise, even when his patients tell him the most disturbing things. And he's been around Milliways for over a year-and-a-half now.

Doesn't matter. Malcolm stares. Then slowly turns around to head back upstairs.

But first, he pulls out his little scheduler and puts a line through everything he'd been planning to do in the next two weeks.

Something tells him there are going to be a LOT of requests for counseling after this one.

princeinexile

There is a problem with being a plushie.

Okay, there are about a thousand problems with it, but Zuko's is currently large and hairy.

No, not his uncle.

See, he had two big dogs. The big dogs smelled the little plushie Zuko. They, you see, missed their daddy. But they didn't quite grasp that, when they got let into the suite, that the little plush Zuko in his very big empty bed was really Zuko. THey just thought it was like Zuko's little yarn turtleduck -- which got snuffled and occasionally taken off with to lay on.

So, next thing you know, Zuko was gone from the suite. He was slobbered on, chewed a little, and now he rests face down under one of Gifr's massive paws over by the fire place as the dog snores loudly. Gheri waits his turn patiently next to the other dog, whing once or twice.

Not sure he wants to be rescued, Zuko endures. He may die from the humilation as it is, so, really.... why further it by calling attention to himself?

necessary_child

Sam was asleep upstairs last night, when Delirium did- whatever it was she did.

He's spent the past few days somewhere on earth, doing... whatever it is Sam usually does when he's not at the university and is putting off another visit to his kingdom in Hell. So he hasn't slept much in a few days, and didn't get up very early at all. So when he appears in the bar, he's still mostly asleep.

This changes when he catches a glance at his reflection in a pane of glass. And looks--

--down.

Rather less far down than usual.

"...Milliways."

e_dahling

The bar door opens, revealing a fashionably sleek, spartan room. Beyond the door, several ridiculously skinny supermodels (with poofy lips) are perched on the very edges of fashionable but incredibly uncomfortable chairs, bitching politely at each other as they peer at designs.

But look down.

Yes, way down.

There is a diminutive black-haired person peering fascinatedly through thick round glasses at the bar that has just appeared where her design vault should be. She steps through, allowing the door to shut quietly behind her.

"...FAHscinating, dahling."

Milliways, look out. You're about to get re-designed.

pig-transcends.livejournal.com

Being nearly omniscient and potentially omnipresent has many advantages. For one, if you know when the most amusing things are happening, you can always make sure to show up in time. The Transcendent Pig wouldn't miss the grand puppeting of Milliways Bar for all the sake in seven universes' versions of Japan.

forced-pilgrim.livejournal.com

There is a puppet of a monkey made from a paper bag on the bar. When no one is looking, it edges closer and closer to a bowl of peanuts.

It's anybody's guess if Monkey is doing this voluntarily or not.

ten-feet-below.livejournal.com

It is a sad fact that when the dreaded Tofu Plague struck the bar, not all of the tragically afflicted citizens were cured.

No, one at least remained infected, roaming the forests of his Kingdom, attempting to spread political correctness and good business practices, and driving his confused new wife (already mentally tottering due to recent traumatic experiences) ever-closer to the brink of insanity.

Now, however, his wanderings have brought him back to Milliways, where he is greeted by the sight of -

- dwarves?

An infestation of dwarves - and not only dwarves, but terrifying, toothless, cloth dwarves at that.

It might be a while before the Prince moves from his horror-struck position blocking the doorway. However, it does seem conclusive that, for one patient at least, puppets are an effective treatment for tofu syndrome.

fallen-april.livejournal.com

Here, against all semblance of common sense, is a Boho.

She's sitting on a couch, wrapped up tightly in a blanket, and looking rather worse for the wear. If you didn't know better, you'd think she was sick with a fever. If you did know better, you'd notice she's shaking and occasionally (though mostly under the blanket) scratching at her arms.

Ah, withdrawal. So fun. Note the sarcasm.

She's been downstairs most of the afternoon. She managed to get down by herself. She's... probably not going to be getting back to her room without help, though.

Be warned - if she doesn't know you, she may ignore you or (politely) tell you to fuck off.

wheelsy_sheriff

"Heyyyyy boys and girls!" Says the puppet Bill Pardy sitting at a table with a bottle of Wild Turkey stuck to his hand in that creepy way puppets have of holding onto things. The puppet takes a drink and waves his arms around in that equally creepy way puppets wave thier arms around. "Today we're gonna learn about *hic* about traffic safety!" And...he seems to be talking to an imaginary audience.

"Ohhhhh...look both ways 'fore you cross the street
cross the street *hic* cross the street!"

And now he's singing to an imaginary audience.

"Look both ways 'fore you cross the street or uh...*hic*" Drink "Else you'll end up roadkill!!!"

The last part is slurred and he wavers in his seat, righting himself just in time to keep from falling out.

a-fell.livejournal.com

The door opens to admit a tallish, blondish, tweedish, bookish fellow. He steps in with a warm, glad smile... until he sees what Bar seemingly has wrought in his absence. "Oh, my giddy aunt." Sidestepping several cloth-bound patrons, he stops at Bar for tea. "My dear, could I trouble you for a largeish mug of Earl Grey, the Daily Prophet, and a pencil?"

Bar obliges, and Aziraphael thanks her, stepping around several more puppet people to settle at the usual table and open the paper up to the crossword section.

Free; able to be bothered. 10 Letters.

He sips his tea and half-nibbles on the eraser, stumped.

talkstohats

[OOM: In which the Royal Wizard catches a cold, and Sophie acquires a dog.]

alwaysroomforhope

Steph's sitting cross-legged on Bar, chin resting on one fist, wearing a peaceful - if faintly bemused - smile.

Puppets! Everywhere! Puppets!

It's pretty much hilarious, really. Although Steph's carefully not eating anything produced by Bar, just in case.

viridian-hue.livejournal.com

When Isaac stumbles through the door, he curses colorfully in Spanish. He has not been having the best day in recent memory, and the door to Milliways cropping up just is icing, like tuna icing on top of an asparagus and vanilla cake. When he turns to get back out, there's nothing, and it seems he's here for the time being. He can deal with here. His head is throbbing and his mouth feels like the Sahara, and he's starting to get the first twitches, blood starting to itch under his skin, under the ratty, paint-spattered sweater that used to be white, but he can deal.

He asks a waitrat--rats, whose idea of a sick joke is this?--for water, paper and a pen, and when those things are brought to him, Isaac all but curls up in a chair to sip at his glass and doodle, passing the time until his Door appears again.

In other words, he's quite free to be bothered. Whether or not it'll be pleasant, that's something else entirely.

dontlooklisten.livejournal.com

Whistler is really, really, really glad that neither he nor Suzi got felted the other night. He's had plenty of excessively wacky time since coming here, and another bucketload would just be too much.

He's going to sit down at the Bar for once instead of one of the tables, because frankly? The number of voices emanating from shin level doesn't leave him too sanguine about his chances of getting to a seat without somebody going smoosh.

un_fallen

Barely OOM: Outside, Lucifer and Raguel finally complete their promised sparring match, and Raguel is recruited ~~to the dark side~~ for a journey with puzzling implications.

captainryan.livejournal.com

The black puppet werewolf bounds out from underneath a booth table, already hyperactive and ready to play. He's just as inquisitive as he was last night. New people! New scents! New things to explore! What's that? And that? Is that a toy? Sniff!

He won't bite! And if he does, his teeth are all foam anyway, so no harm done! Come play with him! Pleeeease?

[OOC: Last night for the werewolf puppet! All tags will be responded to even after I go to bed. Tag away!]

command_dot_com

The thing about drinking a 404 error, they're incredibly strong drinks. They're like a sprite version of a Long Island Iced Tea. So far Dot has been in enough of a fit over seeing someone with a disembodied hand up their.. you know and the rest of the puppet event that she has consumed three in the last two microseconds/hours.

~I'm a little source code, short and stout
This is my input, this is my out~

Which is why she's dancing on top of the bar and singing rather wobbly. She points to her face and her non-existant tush and doesn't feel the slightest embarassed.

404 error, drink one and you won't be able to find where your homepage is!

~When I'm all compiled, hear me shout
Write to file and print me out!~

Make your requests, she's not a bad singer.

Current Mood: giddy

guppy_sandhu

With work settling down to almost its level of organised chaos, but still a busy night all round, Guppy is looking forward to a nice bit of sitting relaxing with tea.

He enters the bar, then stops abruptly and staaaares.

Puppets. Lots of puppets. And they're moving on their own. And they look like some of the patrons...

Okay, calm down, they're just puppets. Just people made of material. Nothing like that one at your fifth birthday party that threw a custard pie in your face or the one they brought into school that you got chased around the playground with. And there is nothing, I repeat nothing, to be scared of apart from letting on and being mocked for all eternity.

He gets his tea and goes to sit in a corner, doing the Su Doku from his newspaper and Not Looking At the puppets.

capt_angie

The first clue that Angie had to something being wrong was waking up and realising that her bed suddenly seemed so much larger than it had done the previous night. The second, and much more disturbing clue was when she looked in the mirror and saw that she now looks like an overly furry doll.

So it is, that an annoyed puppet girl bounds down the stairs brandishing a stick in her right hand and glaring, as much as a pupet can glare and swearing that if she ever finds out who did this to her, she will make them suffer.

Seeing other puppets walking about the bar mollifies her a little bit. A very little bit.

Current Music: Lamb - Gorecki

b-a-summers.livejournal.com

Okay, so maybe getting drunk with Spike had been a really bad idea. It had been, however, followed by finding out that all that stuff at home? Was being done by some big wimpy red-skinned, veiny-winged demony type thingy.

She wasn't quite sure what it was. Giles hadn't figured it out yet, so she didn't know.

As is, she walks through a door at the Magic Shop, and finds herself -

"Ooh, must be bartend-y time."

And she manages to get behind the bar, scribble up the Specials (Four Horsemen, Four Twenty, Four Roses Cocktail and Two-by-Four in honour of her fourth shift) and lean an elbow on the counter before she finds...

Good God. She's staring at the jar of cocktail cherries.

At her eye-level.

"Okay, what the hell?"

She should count herself lucky. At least she has joints.

Current Mood: confused

gonna_live

Simon is studying for his relicensure exam. Studying hard. All the time. Kaylee hasn't really ever seen anybody study before. There's a difference in what Simon is doing and in what she's done -- medicines and things are a hell of a lot more complicated than your times tables.

Watching was interesting for about the first two minutes. That was a week ago.

So there's nothing to be done but to leave him to it. Right now that means that Kaylee is, in fact, drinking alone tonight -- beer in hand, boots propped up on the ottoman, chin in hand, watching the snow fall out back.

rigthegames.livejournal.com

…

“You have got to be kidding me.”

Sands.

Puppet.

Trying to look completely unimpressed, inasmuch as it’s possible for perpetually cheerful googly-eyed cloth… things to do so.

At least he got a cowboy hat.

snowy_river_man

[OOM -- You win some, you lose some.]

cheevy.livejournal.com

Miniver may be one of the few to have been spared puppetization, but that doesn't mean he has any objection to watching. He finds it to be delightful.

In addition to eyeing the puppets and chuckling to himself now and then while hiding behind his hair, he also has some papers he seems very focused on, in the sense that a person with ADD may be intently focused on something for spans of time measurable in fractions of a second.

shining-mercury.livejournal.com

Ami went into the Milliways ladies' room to fix her hair. She only meant to stay a moment-- fluff it up, maybe polish her glasses, and then come out.

That was twenty minutes ago.

The reason she has been so long fixing her hair is because she was neatly distracted by the graffiti on the walls, dryers, mirrors-- it's incredible.

"Oh my," she murmurs, frowning. "Did Merlin really have the clap?"

un_fallen

Raguel comes in and heads furtively to the back of the bar, choosing a dark corner booth he hasn't frequented in months. He has a glass of Atlantean in front of him but he's hardly touched it, favoring a cigarette instead. Looks like one of those days.

He's staring around the bar, though, rather than brooding into the glass. Maybe it's a good sign.

q_in_training

[OOM: Watch me rise up and leave. (Contains spoilers for VMars 3x10, "Show Me the Monkey.")]

bigredbeak

The front door opens.

And a plushie dragon flops on the ground as if it had been thrown inside.

Brooklyn sits up, looks down at himself. Turns his head and shakes one of his tiny (PURPLE!?) wings.

"...I hate magic."

flybywash

Wash walks into the bar.

Wash suddenly finds himself about four feet closer to the ground.

Wash would wonder how he's going to explain this to Zoe and Mal, but that would involve getting past the fact that he's made of felt.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!"