milliways_bar | Feb. 13th, 2007

Feb. 13th, 2007

lichvell-r.livejournal.com

There we have a pale girl, with unusual features that include slightly pointy ears and red eyes.

There we have a smiling demi-lich. And there is nothing creepy about that smile, Ravin seems really, sincerely happy about something.

She has a book, a diet soda, and is hoping to meet a couple people, but would not be adverse to new company; seize the opportunity?

kayip.livejournal.com

[OOM: June 2012 - On the outside, there's an exercise in mutual deception.]

princeinexile

[OOM: At the end of the weekend, Zuko and Iroh ...sort of converse.]

His uncle fetched, Zuko does not look back as he leads his uncle toward the door with a grim sort of purpose -- the door is thrown open, and with nary a glance back, the boy (be-decked in apron and a servant's clothes) and the man (equally humble in garb) vanish through the door to their own world; beyond the noise of a vendor or some other place of employ rattles and clinks with noise...

And then the door falls shut and only the bar's roar remains.

slayer_fray

It's not an important day today. It might have been, in years gone by, but since Mel was fifteen, today's just been one of a series of painful reminders of what she's lost. Which is why no one in Milliways really knows what today is; she doesn't talk about it.

(Erin will probably call in at Mel's apartment later. Whether little sister will be there or not, she hasn't decided)

But for now, Mel settles down for a decent sized breakfast of bacon and pancakes. And when Bar produces a bulky package with a note alongside it, she merely assumes that someone found out surreptitiously about her birthday, and doesn't even read the addressee before eating. She'll worry about it later.

longlonghair

Rapunzel is a little sad to find that the weather outside did not last, but it had been a wonderful weekend, for the most part.

Meeting Goldilocks had been troubling. That would take some thinking over.

In the meantime, she was nursing a large cup of coffee and leafing through a catalog full of very pretty dresses, occasionally dog-earing a page to mark one she likes.

Feel free to bother.

pirate-gibbs.livejournal.com

The worst was over. The inexplicable recent events that changed things beyond Gibbs' imagination had receded. The lake and the Bar were back to normal.

The women once again were wearing clothing.

It wasn't that Gibbs didn't find the female form appealing. Quite the opposite. But its appeal lies in its mystery. In being concealed in fine dress and soft silk that made you guess as to the truth. Even the fancy ladies understand that. To show so much of yourself, that was just wrong. Improper. Even sinful. Didn't the Lord make that clear in the Garden of Eden? (Which isn't to say Gibbs didn't take a few peeks from on board the Pearl. He's only human, and he's committed far greater sins.)

But as he heads ashore, he is relieved that the difficult situation has resolved itself. Even if it means that the ship is once again embedded in ice and the warm weather he found to be a relief for two days has passed. But then, as a sailor he's seen the weather change this fast before. (At least, that's what he's telling himself.)

If you're near the ship, come greet Gibbs as he does his daily inspection of the hull, making sure the ice isn't causing undue damage.

[ooc: slowtime possible]

the-h-star-r.livejournal.com

Homestar is hiding under a table looking for giant feet.

Do NOT come near him if you've been by a toilet recently.

DO come near him if you're a wizard of any sort.

trustydriver.livejournal.com

From behind the front door, a woman's voice...

"Boss? Boss, you in here?"

The door opens and in walks a small, slender woman--more girl than woman, really--with brown eyes and short, curly auburn hair. Judging by her hairstyle and clothing, she probably just stepped out of the 1930s.

"Ya got a telegram from Mister Falconi," she says without looking up. "He's on tour in Scotland an'..." she trails off as she realizes where she is. Or where she isn't.

After a few moments of gaping silently, her expression turns sour.

"Th' boss put a bar in the parlor and didn't tell me about it?!"

Milliways, meet Kit Baxter.

runmakitarun.livejournal.com

Makita has had a few more visitors while she finishes out her sentence in the cells.

Rachel comes by and they talk about friendship and fear. And Knox stops by to provide support and reminds Makita that she has people she can rely on. Sallie sends a lovely pie. And finally, Wells has something to say about guilt and responsibility which Makita takes to heart.

She's still in the cells until some unspecified time tomorrow, and visitors are still welcome.

badinlatin

Mal's only popping into Milliways for fruit. It's a day for pears, Mal decided this morning, and he orders three of them.

He receives a letter with his order, and he grins. "Can I get a pen, Bar?"

He sits and writes out the answers as best he can before heading back to Serenity again.

( Alex -- )

lvpd_sidle

"---so here's your driver's license, Angel's, directions to your hotel, keys to the vehicle, and spending money. You're at the Tangiers."

"Nice." Collins nods approvingly. "Anything ever happen there?"

A dry look. "Don't worry--I didn't put you anywhere near Murder Central."

".......what's murder central?"

"Do you really want to know?"

[ooc: Two for the price of one. Get 'em while they're present.]

oh-wowee.livejournal.com

In the mansion called Mordhaus, there's a bored guitarist. Actually probably two bored guitarists, but this one was actively trying to find a cure for his boredom.
Toki Wartooth was walking through the many halls of Mordhaus, looking into the many doors that were there that he'd never been through before. Because frankly, there were a lot of doors in Dethklok's mansion and the band maybe knew a half a dozen of them collectively. And this particular member of the band was intent on changing that, at least for boredom's sake.
Which is why, when he opened this door, he wasn't greeted with as much shock as most.
"Whoa wowee! Mordhaus has a bars!?" He stepped into Milliways with a smile on his face.
Please to be welcoming the Norweigian rhythm guitarist to Milliways.

princeinexile

[OOM: In his own world, the grind resumes -- but when a monumentous change occurs in Zuko's life, his spiritual health hangs in the balance. He is tested again and again -- and just... keeps... failing.

Spoilers for episodes 2 x 17 (Lake Laogai) + 2 x 18 (The Earth King) all over the place.]

teh-data-fork.livejournal.com

Adam comes stalking into the bar, laptop slung over his shoulder, stamping snow off his shoes and looking generally cold and wet and sulky. It's probably warmer in not'Scotland at the moment than it is in New Jersey, so he's not hugely annoyed to find himself in Milliways. (Then, Adam's definition of 'hugely annoyed' is different from most other peoples'.)

He sighs, stomps over to the fire, flops sullenly onto a sofa, orders a Kamikaze from a waitrat and pulls out his computer to get some work done.

gone_byebye

Ray's got a table under one of the brighter lights in the Bar and he's using every last photon of it. The whole table's covered in bits of electronica more complicated than it has any right to be. This is what happens when you try to replicate the technology Frank Herbert came up with for the Galactic Imperium of the Dune novels using the technology available on Earth in 2007.

This is Ray, though. Aside from possibly needing a few more parts...

... crud. Well, he knows where he left those last three K-14s. He'll be right back.

mitanarchist

Also following this are notes that Collins has left at the bar for anyone wondering where he is.

Basically,

Gone to Vegas with Angel. Will return in a few. Will leave Vegas standing. No promises on anything else.

atanycost.livejournal.com

You know, there's nothing like a weekend of near-naked fun with your girlfriend to put you into an excellent emotional place.

And then, you find out when you belly up to the bar... that your buddy's in the cells. This just doesn't make you happy anymore. So there's Jet, musing over the dichotomy.

Girlfriend? Great. Buddy? Not so great.

Dammit.

He'll have to shakedown a security member to get access to the cells or something. Maybe bring some dice so she doesn't get bored.... teach her some Earth Kingdom games or something!

Later. After food. And finding somebody with a badge.

wizard_dresden

Bob's a little upset that he can't actually tend bar, so I've made a little concession tonight.

Happy Hour Specials
Any drink with "Bob" in the name

"What can I get you tonight?"

[ooc: Sorry folks - got to shut 'er down and can't say I'll be able to reply to the tags that are here - f'ing ice storm is popping the transformer that the power company won't replace and it makes the power go out intermittently or something. So - if you're in, cool, I call slowtime until I can ~~beat up the power company~~ get to a more stable power source. If you're not in and you're just dying to talk to Harry, tag away - I'll pick 'em up tomorrow. I live in slow-time folks, it's nothing new. *scares the ice storm away*]

sime-channel.livejournal.com

Suzi wanders downstairs after tea, and gets a box. A quick peek of the note, and there is a channel making the most un-channel-like noise ever.

Well, actually, considering that the only channel most of the people here have ever met is Suzi Darley, it's a very channel-like noise. Whistler and the Penguins know this noise very well, it sounds a little like "Eeeeeee!" and is accompanied by several dance steps.

the_antiangst

Part of the last-minute trip preparation around Milliways: Leaving notes for the people who are still there. To that end, Angel's left notes with Bar for anyone who knows him, basically saying he'll be back in a few days.

There's a slightly more in-depth one for Suzi, but that's because she also gets a package. Angel finished that dress for her, and he wanted to make sure she got it before she and Whistler went back to San Francisco, so leaving it with Bar is looking like the best bet for that.
The last line on her note, attached to the package with the dress inside it, is Make sure I hear what Whistler thinks of it.

focusandcontrol.livejournal.com

( Look to the skies... )

skidrowseymour.livejournal.com

From beyond the Door, a gruff male voice shouts: "Krelborn! Get up here this instant!"

A scrawny young man enters at a trot. He looks around, briefly surprised. Then he closes the Door behind him, fumbling slightly due to his bandaged fingers. Patting nervously at his pockets, he walks over to Bar and deposits and some bills and coins. "Payment for Suzi," he instructs Bar, who accepts it.

He keeps what little money he has firmly in his palm as he looks around. Perhaps the person who stole his wallet will be immediately obvious to him!

Or not - but who does he see?

loveinalocket.livejournal.com

Shiori wanders in, looking slightly distracted. She's got a backpack with her, filled to the brim with textbooks. However, it's more than slightly unlikely that any homework is actually going to get done. One of the things that Ohtori was very very regrettably lacking in was Dance Dance Revolution. Fortunately, there's always Milliways. Apparently, there's an artist called Utada Hikaru. It's not a name Shiori is familiar with, but so long as it has a beat, she's happy.

http://users.livejournal.com/_jack_oneill/

"Well, it's not quite what I had in mind, Thor ... but at least it has a bar."

There are two new and mildly-confused patrons standing just inside the door -- as it shuts behind them, one might catch a glimpse of a desk covered in ancient -- and Ancient -- artifacts. The speaker is an Air Force general in full uniform; his companion, an archaeologist in a smart-looking suit. This is, obviously, not where they expected to be.

"...I don't think Thor is here, Jack."

"Well, who else beamed us to the restaurant? Or ... a restaurant."

"I don't think anyone beamed us, either."

"But this isn't the corridor outside your office."

"It's also not an Asgard ship or a restaurant in Colorado Springs. And I don't see Sam or Teal'c."

"All right, you explain where we are and how we got here, then."

This isn't something the archaeologist can do right away, and they both return briefly to peering at their surroundings and trying to work out just why they don't appear to be in Colorado anymore.

Say hi to Jack O'Neill and Daniel Jackson, folks!

[ooc: two pups, two muns -- expect both! also, we know these two have been in the bar before, and that millicanon still stands, so if your pup recognises either jack or daniel, go for it. they won't know about it though, since these versions haven't been in the bar before. but parallel universes (along with clones, robots, replicators, time travel, etc) = par for the course in stargate canon. FUN TIMES.

ETA 1am(!!!) -- sleep time for the muns, we love you all, and we will tag slowtimes. ♥]

captainryan.livejournal.com

Due to ~~an absolutely CRAZY weekend that spilled over into Mon. & Tues. (involving work, homework, studying, exams, and papers)~~ a fit of solitude, Ryan hasn't been downstairs much of late. However, he's here now with a sketchbook and pencil, half-heartedly drawing something. He's people watching the rest of the time, taking particular note of the wall with the Door again and the glimpses he sees when people enter or exit.

Botherable.

callitavesper.livejournal.com

Despite all of its paradoxes, Milliways has provided James with little challenge. His idea of fun, besides his hedonistic exploits with women, is to throw himself into a puzzle, devoting his mind and his body to a challenge. Teaching Vesper what he knew about self-defense was a welcome challenge, a welcome change to the too-complex oddities of Milliways he wouldn't bother himself with contemplating.

Presently he is by the fireplace, a notepad perched on an armrest, and a book and cooling cup of coffee on a table by his elbow. He's writing down lesson notes. After all, it isn't enough just to teach Vesper how to punch a back or kick him in the stomach. There's a philosophy behind self-defense and a state of mind required. He knows Vesper's willing, but he's not sure she fully understands just yet.

Current Mood: working

bring_a_sponge

Zed is sitting in one of the booths, and the table in front of him is covered with printouts. "Blueprints" doesn't quite seem appropriate. Better to call them "blackprints."

Zed is both studying and not studying them. Not studying them because, really, he knows the layout of MiB Headquarters by heart. But it's been a while since he had to retake the facility from an enemy force, and he's never had to do it against something as insidious as Black Oil.

So he's studying them. Planning tactics. And drinking whiskey. But mostly planning.

milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com

Wells ducks into the Bar with a folder under one arm; he's been collating all of his research, and now he's trying to work on it somewhere that he's not likely to be noticed by anyone who might have any sort of connection to Colonel Farrell. Milliways qualifies. Plus, if Ace turns up, he can finally give her the down-and-dirty facts about the place as he knows them.

Beer first, though.

fighting_mad

Plourr is at a small table, looking tan and fabulous -- and extraordinarily cranky. The lake party was a nice break over the weekend, but it's back to reality now, and reality, unfortunately, includes a whole lot of diplomatic functions and charter-drafting. She's working on the latter at the moment, head in one hand, mug of caf in the other, and a datapad open on the table. She's tired. She's tired and she wants this charter to pass so she can be done with it; exhaustion has sunk in down to her bones.

From the thousand-yard stare she's giving the datapad, the way that she has been holding her mug up in the same position for the past seven minutes, and the fact that she does not have a stylus in hand to scroll on the datapad, there is a very good chance that she is not actually doing anything.

[Gone to bed! Only have computer for the night, so as warning, it may be a few days before any threads that go into slowtime get picked up. ~~Tags are welcome, though!~~ Slowtimes, please!]

guppy_sandhu

"Just leave me alone, I'm not doing anything to you."
"You're in the way Sandy."
"Let's put him out of the way."

The door swings shut - a gym locker door today - with an eight-year-old Guppy with his coat and jumper hooked neatly onto the peg so that his legs dangle. He looks surprised to say the least that he's ended up back in the bar he was in the other day, but right now is more concerned about what his mum will say about the stretched jumper. He squirms, trying to lift himself up on the peg so that he can unhook himself.

And then sighs, because being stuck on the inside of a locker door is just plain embarrassing.

Little help over here?

truequest.livejournal.com

The soft, plucked sound of a song on a harp can be heard coming from behind the door. A last note is struck and it rings, the sound hanging in the air.

The door opens and a hooded figure slowly walks through.

The woman lifts her head and pushes back the hood of her cloak, revealing plaited blonde hair interwoven in an ornate gold coronet. Her large eyes survey the room curiously, finally resting on the bar. She perches on a stool and breathes a deep sigh as her figure visibly relaxes.

The perpetually lost princess has found her way into the bar.

Meet the Princess Zelda, friends.