milliways_bar | Feb. 11th, 2007

Feb. 11th, 2007

orgmemberxiii.livejournal.com

It seems Roxas has missed some sort of party; that's what he gets for staying up all night and sleeping in. Not to mention spending hours playing video games in his room. Still, he's down here for his shift, not giving in to the urge to rush outside and see the bonfire.

Anything you need, I'm your server for tonight!

Not that there are many people around tonight. Not indoors.

mop-jockey.livejournal.com

Coming back in from the Bonfire, Lenny collapses onto a stool at Bar.

"Could I get something that'll jolt me, Bar?" Bar obliges with a rather foamy concoction.

"This ain't gonna kill me, right?" A wink, and playful pat while Lenny chugs the foam down quick.

"Whoooa." He shakes himself hard. "Thanks B." He amends his own writing from last night:

And I'm still here. Just not outside here. Inside here. Hey, you try being coherent, clever and not sound like a dork when you haven't slept since... more than twenty-four hours ago. I got a sick chick upstairs, lighten up.

He looks up at what he's written, frowns and rubs some of it out.

"Alright. Let's do this thing."

[ooc: at this point, I must warn taggers that my internet connection is slow, but please do not feel discouraged from tagging. I want tags. I'll just be slower than usual at tagging back. Maybe. Possibly. I really don't know, considering my connection's track record of being a total spaz.]

mogget_cat

There is an Yrael in the bar, this morning. He's staring aghast at the pair of dark green swimtrunks and the white beach towel Bar has given him, accompanied by a note saying "Enjoy the Lake Party, Yrael."

...he's not getting out of this, is he?

Current Mood: dreading

unwraith.livejournal.com

Michael comes through the door, a tired but relieved smile on his face.
It's been a few days since the end of the fighting in his world. He'd opened the door for Rachel and Suzi to return, but he'd felt he should remain a little longer.

The nearly empty bar surprises him, until he receives a note from Bar saying, Go look outside, with a cup of hot cider and an oversized beach towel, the right size for two or three people to sit on.

the_lioness

[OOM: Alanna thinks Steph is made of awesome. They discuss Babysitting Plans, segue into a rather serious conversation and then come up with, er, an idea for Security. BEWARE, Security. These two are up to no good.

Parker and Alanna discuss many things, from art to Adam to what's going to happen when Alanna has to go to war. He is also assured that Alanna and Thom aren't obsessed with each other. Repeat: NOT obsessed. Honestly.]

gorgonfondness

Mia can't find anything she had with her when she first got here. All of the statements from the Magic Guild and the start of her work on a magic circle have disappeared. For people who have been at Milliways a while, they would probably come to the conclusion that the Bar has confiscated these things and will return them after they've had some fun at the Lake Party.

Mia, however, hasn't been told the Bar is a sentient being and thinks that her things have been taken or magicked away. She's understandably worried.

And a bit curious as to how her sun clothes and one of her towels got here.

3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com

((OOM. Having thoroughly enjoyed herself on day one of the Lake Party, Steph goes to collect Goldy for a second day of fun. The Fable is willing for a short while. Then... less so.

Millitimed to Sunday morning.))

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

There's no real sign that a party went on yesterday; the loompas made an exception and got busy outside once most patrons headed in to sleep.

It's much like it was yesterday.

Hot sun. Warm water. Abundant food. Unending drink.

And a certain air of lassitude that only an entire weekend of lying around in the sun can bring.

If you haven't yet joined the party, you might as well. We're only just getting started.

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

Sunshine Dust, the golden squid, frolics closer to shore today. There were so many people to play with in the lake yesterday! And squids need love and attention too!

There's a soft breeze coaxing the water into gentle waves, playing around the Black Pearl's sails.

If you didn't get a chance to swim yesterday, there is only today.

Tomorrow, it will be February again.

alwaysroomforhope

[OOM: Room 138. Steph doesn't want to come to the party. Goldy doesn't give her a choice. The phrase "don't be such a wimp" is put to good use. Millitimed to earlier today.]

misterparker.livejournal.com

Parker saunters into the bar and pauses to press a white napkin against his lip.

It's only bleeding a little. The guy had been wearing a football ring when he punched him. Parker sits with a sigh. Might as well stick around, since he's here.

slayer_fray

Some time last Wednesday, Mel left a note at the bar for anyone and everyone who might wonder where Makita was.

notjustatoaster.livejournal.com

She was all ready to join the lake party, she had even gotten a pretty blue halterneck dress from Bar with a matching Bikini for underneath.

Instead of heading outside she sits in a stool and orders a beer. Maybe it's the fact that she feels a little strange in the dress or maybe it's because she has realised that she barely knows anyone here but she's just not in the party mood at the minute.

over_europe

(OoM: General Taylor made a promise: three days and nights of hard fighting and they would be relieved.

It's D-Day + 25 in Normandy.)

a1enzo

After enjoying food, chitchat, running around like a lunatic, some very careful head-above-water swimming, and this strange new phenomenon called 'weather', Enzo informed Dot that he was all tuckered out, and she gave him a spare key to Bob's room so he could have a little lie-down.

Fat chance, Sis.

There is a small green boy with a studied expression of total innocence wandering around upstairs, trying doorknobs, and making notes on a small datapad. Anyone else up here?

Current Mood: naughty

stuck-mynock.livejournal.com

Atton's grinning broadly as he heads in from the back, shirtless, barefoot, and evidently having just come out of the lake without bothering to dry off, and chalks the Specials up on the board.

Specials.
Water.
Water Moccasin.
Watercolour.

And with that done, he heads behind the Bar to wave cheerily at any patrons in the main bar area, quickly shaking water out of his hair and thus probably showering Bar and any nearby patrons.
"'Lo, peoples, I'm your bartender this afternoon."

sime-channel.livejournal.com

Suzi is still not outside. Whistler may come down later, and she meant what she said about preferring not to be out in huge crowds without him. So she's curled up on the end of the couch with a spread of snacks to lure people in for a conversation and a book for when nobody's biting.

agnes_nitt

The party's still in full swing outside, so the inside is a bit sparse. But Agnes is still on duty, despite Nynaeve's warning to her to take it easy. At least there's not likely to be a whole lot of stuff for her to do with most everyone having fun outside.

Agnes wouldn't even dream of going outside among all those people. All those swimsuit clad people looking better than she'll ever look in her life. No, she is what she is. The fat girl. And while she's coming to terms with what that means, it doesn't mean she needs to be outside around all of that.

So, she's back at her table by the bar, with the specials board pointing the way to her.

blue_ajah

When Raven had visited, he had left her with the knowledge of how to use the gift that he had previously given her -- one which was of far more value than she had originally realized. Tonight, therefore, she goes to the small garden and stands quietly, her head bowed over the feather as she focuses her concentration and opens herself to saidar. Golden light blossoms around her as she brushes a fingertip along the soft black, seeking, seeking--

--there--

--and then finding. Silver light mixes with gold as the air within the bar shimmers and then parts, as Moiraine steps through into Milliways.

The Aes Sedai smiles, and lets the light around her fade as she carefully returns the feather to her belt pouch, She then glides to the bar in search of tea.

What she receives first is a book with a note tucked in its pages, followed by a second note, and then a third-- this one accompanied by a small bundle of papers.

A faint line creases her forehead as she looks down at everything for a moment, and then Moiraine collects it all and carries it to her usual table. She settles there and begins to study, her tea left forgotten and cooling on the bar.

ossin.livejournal.com

It's been a long day, full of enough dirty work for a lifetime.

...No, Ossin hasn't been in the kennels. He's been entertaining, or rather clearly not entertaining, someone who he'd prefer never to see again. It may momentarily satisfy his parents to bring Trivelda around at regular intervals, but in the end it's a huge insult to his intelligence for them to think that just seeing her regularly will make her less repulsive.

Because she is. From her massive hair and huge dresses to her shrill voice and supercilious manner, there is nothing whatsoever about Trivelda that will ever induce Ossin to marry her.

Never.

Walking down the soft-carpeted hallway to his rooms, Ossin loosens his ridiculous cravat-thing and stupid ornate waistcoat that makes him look like some kind of oversized, ill-conceived present to be unwrapped, and finds himself thinking of the kennels.

Not in the way he used to, either.

Some time later, having dressed in more appropriate brown on brown on brown attire, he opens his bedroom door, and walks into...

A tavern, nearly deserted.

The door swings shut behind him, and stays a door.

Ossin turns in a slow circle, perplexed.

"...If some sorcerer or something is playing a trick on me, I'd like to know why," he declares to the room at large, his face crumpling into a unattractive scowl.

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

Night falls, and the air begins to hold a slight chill.

Winter is returning, slowly.

The bonfire tonight is bigger, and the bar serves hot tea, coffee, and chocolate as well as alcohol. S'mores fixings, as well as other sweet treats, are available.

Children light up the patchy woods with sparklers.

This is it.

Curl up with your friends, your lovers, your friends who are lovers, or your friends who may become lovers before the night is through.

The lake party is almost over.

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

The air is cooler, tonight. The water, too. The breeze that was rippling the waves this afternoon blows a little harder.

By morning, the lake will be frosted.

By this time tomorrow, it will have started to freeze again.

But for now, it's still warm enough to take a swim. Especially if you go with a friend.

You know you wanted to dip your toes in all weekend. Now is the time.

guppy_sandhu

Guppy enjoyed the party yesterday. He relaxed, let his hair down a bit, and had flopped on the grass to soak up the sun.

Unfortunately he fell asleep whilst soaking up the sun and got a little on the overdone side, which surprised him because he really doesn't burn all that easily. In any case, he's staying inside for the moment, doing the su doku from the paper. He'll go back out later when it's not hot.

And he's wearing a large hat.

Find out why?