milliways_bar | Feb. 12th, 2007

Feb. 12th, 2007

allican-do.livejournal.com

OOM: Katara and Jet have kisses! And then-- talk? And then-- cuddle with a movie?

Not the best 'passionate girl' and 'headstrong badboy,' but cute nonetheless!

watchmakers_son

[Out of Milliways: Odessa, Texas. (Contains spoilers for 1x09, "Homecoming.")]

creator_raven

Raven enters by way of the lake door, with a little girl in tow.

Her name, at the moment, is Magpie.

Call her Maggie.

She's Raven's sister.

One of these things is entirely true.

Guess which.

They head over to the bar, where Raven helps 'Maggie' up on a stool, then orders milk and cookies, enough to feed them both.

It is a very large plate of cookies, really.

With good reason.

runmakitarun.livejournal.com

Apparently, Makita has more friends than she'd realized. There have been many visitors in the cells, and she's still got another two days before she's released.

Stepanie stops by, and Caitlin Fairchild. Then Shufti and Makita agree to stay away from each other until Makita is sure she isn't crazy. Lenny stops by and promises to bring her breakfast while she's locked up. Plourr and Makita talk before Makita shoos her away to the party. And Henry stops by twice.

Other visitors are always welcome. Makita's locked up until Wednesday.

ossin.livejournal.com

[oom: Not a dream.]

poisonwine

Belle is back from her job, and sitting on the couch, staring at the fire. She looks thoughtful, but she could also just be zoning out. She's also a lot tanner than she was before she left.

Tag if you wanna.

didntseeit.livejournal.com

[OoM: Millitimed to the night before last, Ajedrez trips over Orion. Of course, Mal is there to witness. Conversation goes up and down, but eventually the subject of 'knowing thine enemy via alcohol' comes up. Sadly for Sands, it is around about then that he turns up and is kidnapped (highly against his will). There is banter and tension and then a side-helping of woe.

Eventually, however, the subject of drinking games comes up. And, eventually, they start. There is, mixed up in the discussions of torture, murder, sex, and trees, a LOT of snark.

Warning for 350+ comments]

milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com

[OOM: An Official Visitor.]

The door opens, offering a brief glimpse of the interior of a farmhouse somewhere in Yorkshire. Wells closes it behind him a moment later and makes for the Bar. "Guinness," he says. "Bass isn't going to cut it today."

There's a pause.

"Oh, for fuck's sake, Bar, it's well after fucking dark in England."

All right, there it is. And a note.

"Thank you, I- what the hell..."

He reads the note over twice, runs a hand over his face, and mutters a few more obscenities before settling in with his pint. It's not as if Makita's going to go anywhere in the time it takes him to have a drink.

wired-thisway.livejournal.com

Alison has been, quite happily, out of the bar for a little under a week now.

She doesn't look too happy when she steps back into the bar. Or happy at all, really.

[OOC: Mun has until about 1 EST before slowtime will be needed for class.]

lissla-lissar.livejournal.com

Thirty legs of various shapes and sizes come tumbling through the door en masse. The attempt is for one white woman, one white dog, and a collection of fawn through brown puppies to make a somewhat orderly appearance, but with puppies this young.

She's tired. Even with his help, she's tired. She's tired, the puppies are so weak, and she may have offered the faintest prayer that this time she'll open the door and find that strange, strange place again.

Mouse kept his puppy alive. Maybe Mouse can help her keep Ossin's puppies alive.

((Connection is wonky where I am, but I'll tag as I may.))

notjustatoaster.livejournal.com

Sharon was feeling a bit down after being an outcast at the lake party. Even though she had been here over a month she still didn't know thta many people and it was getting her down.

So she had changed back into her green flight suit and was sitting in a comfy chair by the fire nursing a large whiskey.

She watched the flames dance in the fire oblivious to anything going on around her. Thoughts of home filled her mind as a tear rolled down her cheek.

lvpd_sidle

It's a shame that winter had to return outside.

Sara's reclaimed her spot by one of the fireplaces, examining a piece of metal.

She can be bothered.

brokenjilly.livejournal.com

Jilly! No longer a puppet. She's just your average cheery artist, with a sketchbook and a head full of dreams.

There aren't a lot of actual sketches, though. Mostly it's doodles and scattered words - thoughts, impressions, feelings. Right now, she's pondering Milliways. It's a big thing to ponder.

works-in-space.livejournal.com

[OOM: Back on Vulcan at last, Kirk gets back to his task, and calls an old friend for advice]

dr_temperance

Dr. Temperance Brennan is in the bar with her usual stack of files.

Except she's not so much working as she is staring off into space. Either her glass of water is very, very interesting, or her mind really isn't on the open file in front of her.

Impromptu family reunions can give you a lot to think about.

hcliffhuxtable.livejournal.com

Cliff's at a table near the Observation Window. He's trying not to stare, or not too often. Mostly he's people-watching, in between studying a checkerboard. No one's there, yet he has the pieces laid out as if for a game in progress.

princeinexile

Zuko is not tiny; no, he is not youthful -- he's still an awkward, confused teeanger with awkward, confused feelings and... well, you get the idea. Currently, he has a table, a plate of food, and a return of a familiar volume: The Count of Monte Cristo.

Yes, it's one of those days where he wants something comforting; the food is very, very Fire Nation (laden with fish and spice and veggies) and ...well, the greatest revenge story of all time.

Sometimes, he looks up at where the door should be-- and perhaps, for him, is?-- and then back at his book.

Moody rating: we've reached 11.

scrmifthishurts

[OOM: Gathering supplies for a friend.]

Abby had been home. Long enough to grab the bow, the quiver and the arrows. And a few special explosive head tipped arrows... copper. Not silver like what was on her arrows. She watched the door for a moment but didn't think much of it as she re-entered Milliways. It should've been weird to her but it wasn't. Not in the least bit.

She doesn't bother with going to Bar straight away to deposit the bag of items. She'll either give it to Bar later or go find Harry later if she can. But for now she gets herself comfortable in front of the fireplace and just stares at the flames... letting everything just slowly sink in. She'd deal with King later. For now... now was just... well, just a time for her to relax. That's what it was.

walker-cain.livejournal.com

[OOMs: - While relaxing near his home, Cain is hit by his Curse in a most insistent way. Molly is there, thankfully, to comfort him, and to help make plans. They set out by Gate, and even then, the curse urges them onward, forward, to the unknown... Events are afoot, and their lives are headed for a whole new level of interesting...]

is-he-isnt-he.livejournal.com

Yup, it's a Benry. Curled up by the nice warm fire, bespectacled, reading a book and sipping a martini. The only thing that's missing is a pipe for pretentious effect.

Come bother him before he goes back out to get smacked around by canon.

alwaysroomforhope

[OOM: In the infirmary, the Breakup That Never Ends takes another curve. Unkind things are said. It nearly ends in violence. (Shocking, we know.)

Millitimed to before the lake party, shortly after Makita shot Zuko. Posted now because of lazy.]

hungbyathread.livejournal.com

Geoffrey stumbles out the front door, plunger and all.

...it had to happen sometime.

evryinchbut1.livejournal.com

Your server is: Valerie

Waitress on duty; feel free to flag her down.

slayer_fray

Mel spent most of the weekend with Makita. Or out in Haddyn working and patrolling. Or in the bar working. She didn't have a lot of spaer time to be doing the whole lake party thing.

She wouldn't be in the bar now if it wasn't her shift, but it is and she is. Chilling out on one of the comfy chairs by the fire, facing backwards with feet crossed at the ankle on the back of the chair, and head and shoulders dangling over the edge of the seat. From here she can see the enitre bar, while eating fries from a plate on the floor.

argyle_princess

[OOM: Conversation. Millitimed to just after this thread.]

lady_moon

There is a Moon in the bar, flanked by a white wolf and a brown-grey wolf.

She's on the floor, moving her cards around, changing the pattern of the spread as needed.

The tarot card remembered she was supposed to be here, now, but she was bored. She picks up the cards, shuffles them again, and begins to deal them out. The spread is large, complicated, and again, she moves the cards about even after she sets them down.

She wouldn't mind distraction.

She never minds distraction.

stuck-mynock.livejournal.com

The door swings open, and a rather grimy, rather scrawny boy in his very early teens comes in, dangling a very shiny, surprisingly clean, given the rest of him, gold chronometer in front of his eyes. There's a moment where he doesn't quite realise there are people around him.

When he does, he promptly slides the chronometer into his jacket and looks very innocent, staring around at what he presumes to be some kind of cantina. Cantinas mean people with money, and that's good with him. They usually also mean getting thrown out for being too young, but details, details.

Moving a little way from the door, he starts looking around for anything shiny or expensive looking. Or food. Or anything, really, he's not picky.

[This be a tiny!Atton. Bear in mind that he'll likely try and steal from any and all pups.]

wellthrownstone.livejournal.com

There are two small children, one blond and one red-head, playing with some blocks. There is no adult watching either of them or even anywhere nearby... but there is a small, bluish white bunny sitting next to the little girl; she pets him every few minutes and seems delighted by it. The little boy has a wolf sitting behind him, occasionally turning his head to look at what the boy had made with the blocks.

allican-do.livejournal.com

Katara is a little less smiley than usual. The lake party was good, fun, and she looks worlds more relaxed for the swimming part of it, but the social aspect kicked her up and down pretty well. Oh, Jet and Stephanie were perfect, wonderful--

And then Zuko. >(

But then Jet. < 33333

It had pretty much evened out, but still - left her thoughtful.

One Water Tribe girl, doodling on a bar napkin while she waits for her dinner.

guppy_sandhu

"Stop it, go away, leave me alone!"

An eight-year-old is pushed into the bar, with his trousers around his ankles and his nose bleeding. There is the sound of laughter behind and the door is slammed shut.

Guppy pulls his trousers up and scrambles to his feet, wiping his nose on the back of his hand. He picks up a tatty schoolbag and checks to see what's missing.

"Why did they have to take my homework?"

And then he looks around. Some sort of pub. He didn't notice it before. But he can hide in here, and there's tables, and he still has some time left before school starts if he's really quick. And Daddy won't have to know then.

He drags the bag over to the nearest table, wiping his bleeding nose on the back of his hand again, then sits down and starts to frantically redo his homework.

jianhuo.livejournal.com

It's not every day in Milliways that she is completely and totally pleased with herself. But things went well - amazingly well - and the redhead comes down the stairs with a smile and a bounce in her step.

Both of these things could be attributed to a kiss by a bonfire the night before. And it would be a true attribution!

Let's just pretend it's as innocent as that and leave it there, mmk?

collects_ears

George.

Check.

Red apron, that may or not be a specific colour choice?

Check.

A wide variety of Specials to choose from?

Check.

"Tonight's specials are: The Valentine, Chocolate Covered Martini, Heartbreaker's Special and The Vibrator."

Can you guess what date is on his mind?

"What'll it be?"

gramarye1971

[OOM, and outside Time:

Matthew 18:20 -- 'For where two or three are gathered together in my name, there am I in the midst of them.']

necessary_child

"But, Mother, I don't want to be 'nangel!" complains a small voice.

Said voice appears to belong to the small boy of about ten who's just appeared in the doorway. The small boy in question wears a tunic and trousers in soft moss green and black respectively, and goes barefoot. After all, who needs shoes in Heaven?

Possibly-familiar intense black eyes peer curiously from under a mess of black hair as he shoves his hands in his pockets, staring about himself.

That mischievious small smile is definitely familar.

Bebe!Lucifer in the bar, folks. As has been pointed out before, you should probably be glad this isn't one of the evil ones.

veryvorkosigan

The front door opens to reveal a darkened hallway, and in steps a woman in late middle age with greying red-roan hair: Cordelia Vorkosigan, in a loose green robe over the grey ship knits she wears as pajamas, frowning down at the book-reader she's holding.

When the sudden noise registers, she looks up in surprise, and turns to look behind her.

Where the door has vanished.

"...Oh, crap."

callitavesper.livejournal.com

The beverage of the day is decaffeinated coffee. The seat of the day is a booth. The entertainment of the day is another game of solitaire. Of these three only the game fails, partially, at its function. James can't stop himself from indulging in occasional people watching. People can be more interesting than cards.

the_lioness

[OOM: Bernard checks up on Alanna, who is clearly lying down on the job. He brings lemon bars, conversation and assurances that pregnant women really are overly emotional and eat everything in sight. Seeing the boss man does Alanna a lot of good.

It should surprise no one that Meg and Alanna decide to reorganize Indy's career and wardrobe. They believe it makes perfect sense, and Alanna feels the same about her decision to entrust her babies' feet to no one but Meg. Sorry, deportment master.

Indy is back, and Alanna is thrilled to see him. Shockingly, he doesn't need his ass healed, but that doesn't stop him from reaping the benefits of Alanna and Meg's plans. Adventures are recounted, and bar news discussed.

The inevitable Thom visit. It goes about as well as expected. Alanna assaults her twin with questions of Ozorne. Thom isn't *gasp* very forthcoming about much else. But Alanna does confirm how he wishes to get the news, and the next time they see each other, Thom will probably be an uncle. Ha.]