milliways_bar | Mar. 10th, 2007

Mar. 10th, 2007

alorn-bear.livejournal.com

Belar's been busy today. So busy, in fact, that he answered his people's prayers for the day before he ever came to the bar. So there's no sign right now, but that's all right. People who know the Bear God will recognize him anyway. And people who don't, well, he's a guy in a good mood with beer of his own and room at his table.

impulsivekid.livejournal.com

One Waiter, leaning against the bar, eager and willing to serve.

Drinks.

creator_raven

[OOM: Out by the lake, a vengeful bird attacks a poor, hapless young man. And then there is flirting. Sort of. And cookies!]

chelleuncurled

[OOM: An Interlude. Everything happens in an instant. Warnings for violence.]

mop-jockey.livejournal.com

Lenny Inchpot will be your Server this morning. Lemme know if you need anything!

A bagel, hot cocoa, and a stretch later, Lenny's wandering around, offering food and drink to folks.

Need him? Call him over!

forherlooks.livejournal.com

It's typical of House, really, to interrupt a pleasant evening of any kind.

It's typical of House to interrupt a pleasant anything, period, because "pleasant" and "House" don't usually go in the same sentence.

But this may be the first time, Allison Cameron reflects as she gets out of her car, hair still damp from the shower, that he's interrupted a pleasant sleep and managed to wake her (and Chase, and presumably also Foreman) with a page at four-thirty in the morning.

When Cameron walks through the front door of Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital, however, she's not greeted with what she expected.

Because this isn't a hospital at all.

"What the ..." Cameron says, mostly to herself, looking utterly gobsmacked.

[ooc: I know Milliways has had another Cameron before, but for the sake of my brain, this is an entirely different Cameron who has no memories of the bar. It didn't seem she'd made any hugely significant ties - please let me know if this causes any serious trouble for anyone.]

governor-swann.livejournal.com

Governor Weatherby Swann finds the door irregularly, at best. Time goes by strangely between the Governor's Palace and this strange tavern.

Not much time has passed since he was last here to visit Elizabeth. Not much time at all. There's no telling how long it's been for her, though.

Dinner here is much better than what he's getting at home, so he's seated at a table enjoying fine wine and a pleasant meal.

runmakitarun.livejournal.com

The door opens and Makita stumbles in. Last time she came through from a trip home she looked like she hadn't slept in at least three weeks. This time she looks like she's been getting a solid hour or two of sleep a night. She's walking with a slight limp from a spill she took in a fight, but other than that she looks fine. And fully armed again.

And she's not alone.

Miho's in similar shape, although she was fitter to begin with, so she's coped better with the lack of sleep and grotty food. She could do with a good bath, and she's probably going to burn these clothes, but aside from that, she looks pretty healthy. Pleased to see the bar though. She's run out of cigarettes.

Makita walks slowly over to Bar and seems to struggle with herself for a long moment. Then she sighs and unloads her arsenal. This time there's a rifle and a massive 12mm pistol in addition to all her usual gear, "Take care of 'em for me, okay?"

Then she wanders over to a booth with a mug of cocoa. She looks tired, but not sleepy.

[ooc: Miho and Makita are back in the bar, but Miho's mun is not around. Makita is, however, available for tags.]

do-not-falter.livejournal.com

After his talk with Zelda last night, Link figured that this morning would be a good time to write a note for Midna in hopes of finding her.

Of course, it takes somewhat longer than expected. He's not really the best with words.

( Midna )

He gives the note to Bar, asking her to give it to the Twili in question.

After, Link finds a seat at a nearby table and starts eating his breakfast, keeping an eye out for Midna.

He wouldn't mind conversation from anyone else, however.

cursedrider.livejournal.com

OOM The SoBe dome is proud to present the "TouchDown Jump" starring everyone's favorite daredevil, Johnny Blaze!

Milliways has seen it's fair share of patrons dressed oddly.

So maybe the man in the snazzy white jumpsuit with his name emblazoned on the back won't cause a stir. Then again, if you're at all familiar with motocross (in at least three worlds who owe their lives to Stan Lee) The name might raise a few bells and deserve a few whistles.

As it is, Johnny Blaze knows nothing about this.

He only knows that for the first time in his life, he took a wrong turn in the SoBe Dome.

I must be more tired then I thought "Mac? Hey Mac? Did I take a wrong turn? This isn't the dressin' room, this looks like a bar."

Pause.

"....And I thought those were all on the main concourse."

sime-channel.livejournal.com

Tomorrow Suzi is going to Zed's world. Today Suzi is knitting like her life depends on it. Eek. Eeeeek. Eeeeeeeeeeeek.

slightlymonkish.livejournal.com

Now here, ladies and gentlemen and other beings of Milliways, is a face we haven't seen in a while. (Read: About two weeks.)

Monk!

He's seated at a booth with a sandwich and one of those Blackcurrant milkshakes, doodling away on a piece of paper.

He looks content, which is a very good thing. (Read: He's not obsessing over the papers Bar gave him, not anymore. It's all out of his hands, for now.)

This cheerful detective certainly wouldn't object to company!

princess-midna.livejournal.com

Finding the note in the bar from Link, Midna stares at it for a long minute in disbelief.

First wondering how he came to Milliways.

Then wondering what she would say to him...

A sudden knot forms in her stomach as she pushes away a bowl of chocolate ice cream at the bar. Forcing herself not to crush the note, but to fold it carefully and tuck it away for safekeeping.

Would I risk losing him again? Now that I know that he's nearby?...

Maybe it would be better to leave him be... He is happy, after all.

At least I think he is...

With a sigh, the Princess stands from her stool and makes her way through the back door. A sheathed blade at her hip with her dark hand resting atop it. Practice would help clear her head some.

And she has found the fields outside of Milliways to be quite pleasant. Comforting.

It reminded her of Hyrule.

Current Music: Wake Me Up Inside - Evanescence

fortunateking.livejournal.com

[ooc: And here we have The Tiger of the Chinese Zodiac. He communicates by telepathy (even though it will appear as dialogue), and don't worry - he's not going to eat you!]

Outside, a tiger comes bounding down the mountainside, through the forest and stops, rather abruptly, at the lake.

With a tilt of his head, he leans back on his haunches and stares toward the mysterious building that seems to have appeared out of nowhere. After some thoughtful contemplation and flicking of his tail, he pads curiously towards the new spot, sniffing the air as he goes along.

On the breeze is an unfamiliar scent that grows stronger and stronger as he approaches the big wooden hut-or-whatever-it-is, which gives him even more of a reason to go closer!

He nudges the door open with his nose, and very slowly enters the new place.

"Well, then.

This is new."

prone-to-panic.livejournal.com

((OOC: Sometime after this, Archie leaves a few notes with Bar.

One is for

( Andrew Wells )

Another is for

( Friends of Mr Spoon )

The last is for

( Security members )

alorn-bear.livejournal.com

It's one of those extra-cold, extra-dry winters in Mongolia this year. Stupid global weather patterns. Funny thing, though: when you've had twelve thousand years to study one world's weather overall, and sixty or so to get the hang of Earth's specifics, it's remarkably simple to pull a couple of strings and start easing harsh conditions in your immediate area without messing up the world in general. It's not gonna be as bad for Mongolia this year as it would've been otherwise. This is what happens when you pick up a God, at least if he happens to be Belar. He's good that way.

And frankly, he thinks that deserves a little celebration. Here first. Party with the Mongols later.

brotherspider

[OOC: Okay guys, you know what this is about. Time for some trouble!]

The best way to get things done was not necessarily to do it yourself. You can say that the only way to get it done right is to do it yourself, but to do so when you needed to be in multiple places? Uh-uh. You need people to help you, people you can count on. Now, fortunately, he had managed to do that now. The stage was set, but none of the 'players' were in yet. Long story short, he expected Ray Stantz to be rushing in for some reason at some point, and for YT to be ready...as he's alerted her. The messenger would know what to do, when he was ready. Operation "Secret Notes In Class" was prepared. Now, if only that damn rabbit would show up. Anyway, Spider waited patiently in a corner booth, twirling a cane that he had gotten from...somewhere.

asar-suti.livejournal.com

Asar-Suti had a sign on his table today, saying:

Talk to me about gardening!

Otherwise, he was as usual - in his favourite chair by the fireplace, curled up comfortably with a fat magical book and a large purple mug of coffee. And some of Gil's nicest cookies. The cookies, though, he might share.

[[OOC: Locked to people interested in gardening or magical herbs, as per yesterday's note! Or Gil, of course. Slowtime welcome!]]

command_dot_com

So after talking to Suzi Dot started thinking. It would be a great idea to have a girl's night out together sometime soon...

And now Dot is planning things out, amid of a spread of several different catalogues several party planning tips and guides. So far, so good.

She is still open to suggestions for the party however...come by and drop a few?

misterbunny.livejournal.com

So, there's this Bunny.

And he's got what looks like a flame thrower tank opened up in front of him, on the table. His little paws are wrapped around a welding unit, and some kind of face plate covers his tiny head to protect from light and burns.

Don't worry, he made sure the tank was completely empty before he started working on it.

treading_dawn

[OOM: When a priest goes walking, a Lion goes walking with him. Sometimes the end is not a bad place to be.]

stubborn-annie.livejournal.com

Part of the routine Annie and Harry Wells have got into of late involving Milliways requires a measure of synchronization. He comes into the Bar from the school; she comes in from home; she opens the door and they leave together for Yorkshire. Sometimes one or the other of them is at Milliways for a longer time than they'd intended, thanks to the time effects at the Bar, but really that's okay.

It's just that she sort of expected to find Harry waiting for her straight off when she came in.

Huh.

gorgonfondness

It is not unusual for Mia to be focused on her work, but it is unusual for that work to be something other than paperwork. She is currently shaping a piece of clay into an animal from home.

Sitting by her hands are two boxes. One is for Simon, the other is for Zelda. She knows she can leave these presents with Bar, but she would rather give them in person.

There is also a pot of mild, soothing tea, a couple of teacups, and an empty bowl that looks like it contained soup.

You're welcome to join her, unless you're Garion or willing to tell Garion what his present is. No spoiling the surprise!

bloodyrockgod

Because it's been simply yonks since there's been a Charlie around . . . here's a Charlie.

He has his guitar, and is playing and singing quietly by the observation window.

( He is singing this. )

He also takes requests, and accepts tips, particularly if they're in the form of a pint.

obnoxiousadams.livejournal.com

[ooc: So here we have John Adams (again - he's been reset - let me know if you have any complications from his reset... ment!) from the musical, 1776. If your pup recognizes him as being the second President of the USofA, that's fine! He's going to pretty much think that he's lost his mind, along with everyone in this strange place, so I'm not concerned about such things. Just don't hand him a history book -- he might have a heart attack. ;D And one last caveat - British sounding pups beware! John may not take kindly to you much, at first.

And let's also pretend that everytime John said "state" he meant "colony". >_>]

[OOM: A very hot day in Philadelphia.]

Somewhere in Milliways, a door opens, revealing a man of shortish stature (height wise) in American colonial-era dress, complete with a cane!

And then the door closes.

... and then it opens again, with the same man in the doorway.

He pokes his head into what looks to be a bar, and his expression quickly contorts into one of complete dismay.

"WHAT IN THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE WITH CONGRESS?!"

Oh, he's a loud one.

truequest.livejournal.com

Frustrated warrior propped up at the bar.

Sheik is sharpening a twin set of blades, and concentrating intently on getting them as sharp as possible.

Why can't everything be as simple as combat?

puckishly.livejournal.com

... What is that lurking in the corner?

It's big.

It's shiny.

It's pink.

It has a glowing, strangely compelling screen.

Puck and the Evil Karaoke Machine are deep in conversation.

"Well, charm's no trouble," Puck is saying agreeably, "but I'm afraid I never had a halo. The maintenance of it shall perforce be rather a difficult thing to manage."

... Why, yes.

Puck's milkshake does bring all the boys to the yard.

waylostandfound.livejournal.com

There's a Millitimed politician in the bar. And it's clear he could use a break. His brother was suffering from a mysterious ideopathic fever back in his world. Been home a few more days at his bedside.

Tonight Nathan was by the bar, quietly drinking, and trying to get his mind off recent problems.
Definitely looks like he needs a distraction, doesn't he?

landlesslord

[OOM: Guy returns to see Marian, bringing his own revelation and a gift.]

The door to the storeroom did not, as Guy expected, lead to the storeroom where the confiscated goods were kept. It seemed now to lead to the tavern that he had begun to think had been a vivid dream, partly influenced by an ill-advised late night piece of cheese.

The trader could wait for his belongings and Guy settled with a mug of ale at a table facing the window. After all, it had been a busy day and he deserved this well-earned, if unexpected, rest.

7twistedwishes

The door opens, and a woman in red walks in, talking on her cel phone. Because business is always business, and there is no lack of clients willing to risk everything for a good reward.

"Yes, I understand your dissatisfaction mr. Jacobs, but you knew you were liable to all losses incurred from your own actions. (...) No, mr. Jacobs, it not the supplier's fault if you were not specific enough when you made your order. (...) No, that is impossible. You will have to pay the penalty fees. Have a nice day."

The door swings closed, but does not disappear; acting like she comes to Milliways every day, the woman makes her way to the Bar, claiming a stool. "A bloody mary, please." Because it was a long day, and good workers deserve a drink. After the first sip, she looks around the room, noting the different people.

anotherlifebro.livejournal.com

Desmond's holding his head when he staggers into the bar, clearly in pain. He winces at the sudden light (this isn't the jungle, there are no trees to block it out), but doesn't stop, and veers around a table and chair to reach the Bar proper.

"Water, sister-- thanks."

After a large gulp and a few more smaller sips, he adds, "An' a couple aspirin?"

Hangovers just aren't fun at all. You'd think he'd have learnt by now.

his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com

Tap, tap, tap goes the pen against the wooden surface of the table, as Sarah Jane alternates between chewing on the cap and drumming the pen with her free hand. Tonight, she has a cup of coffee and a small plate of biscuits as a snack to keep up her energy as she works.

After all, she did tell Lilly that she'd give the Say True a shot. And so, good to her word, all the past issues she could obtain from Bar are currently messily scattered about the table surface of her booth. She has her notebook in front of her, scribbling down information on articles and ideas.

Someone, it seems, is very engrossed in her research tonight.

howl-alone.livejournal.com

There's a muscular, nine-foot tall Ronso with blue fur and a broken horn wedged into a booth; he's lounging, cat-like, as well as one can on furniture built to two-thirds one's size.

Kimahri looks very smug indeed; it must have been one seriously large canary.

He has a wooden bowl of shoopuf milk in front of him, and a halberd built to his size leaning against the wall within easy reach. He's watching the room with keen eyes, returning again and again to the main door.

button-masher.livejournal.com

Hey look.

It's Tycho Brahe, everybody. Tycho Brahe and his band of Merry Men--wait, no. It's just Tycho. And a beer.

And now he's taking a seat. Gosh, the brilliance of this man. HE IS SO BRILLIANT, ISN'T HE?!

(Much more brilliant than Gabe.)

Botherable! :D

[ooc: canon puncture rules apply, especially after all the hullaballoo...but Tycho's better than Gabe and he will just keep his enthusiasm to a dull fanboyish squee. just be glad he doesn't have the Fruit Fucker. Also, beware language and violence (if you make him maaaad). Also mun may disappear randomly to drive back to house, and will hopefully be back, if siblings don't eat computer.]

queenofmay

[OOM: Walking up to her room in Milliways one night, Marian was amazed when she opened her door to walk into her real bedroom. But time left her little enjoyment before throwing her right back into the fray of Nottingham. In the end, Important things change, Important things stay the same.]

prydeful

[OOM: And we move towards the end.]

steelartisan

[OOM: Promises are made to be broken.]

is-he-isnt-he.livejournal.com

Ben is not a stupid man, nor an impractical one, but if there's anything he's guilty of in that regard, it's sharing the rest of the Others' tendency towards putting himself in the way of bodily harm when he really, really shouldn't.

This is why, despite the stitches in his back, the still-healing injury to his kidney and the fact that he's still drugged to the gills on morphine, he has gotten out of bed and found his way to a door, and he's now leaning heavily on the Bar for support.

Not having meant to end up in Milliways, he'd appreciate it if you all ignored the pajamas.

a_poor_guardian

Archibald Craven pushes open the door to Milliways. The bar (and certain businesses associated with it) can be a pleasant change from the monotony of the long winter at Misselthwaite Manor.

misterparker.livejournal.com

Parker stands in the doorway of the bar, a jacket hanging off his fingers.

He steps inside with a shrug and looks around for someone he knows.

un_fallen

Raguel comes hurriedly through the door, not exactly in a temper but looking very, very close to it. He gives the room a once-over out of habit, but the flat glare likely doesn't make for effective reconnaissance. Thom trails in after him, wearing a plaintive expression.

"It's just called the "Chinese Theater" because it's decorated that way, Thom," Raguel is saying as they enter and he makes a beeline for the bar. "I guess they thought it would make it look palatial or something. And for the third time, Scientology is not the worship of science."

night-hibiscus.livejournal.com

Yuna enters the bar--from the back door, not the front.

Her cheeks are pink with the cold, and less attractively, each hair on her head is trying to avoid the others. Her sleeves are sticking to themselves.

Stupid static electricity. Stupid failed summonings.

She's got a bright smile in place, but to someone who knows her well it may ring a bit false; there's real frustration lurking underneath.

takiena_called

[OOM: There are some things Finn cannot protect his brother from, however much he wishes that he could]

monk-with-mask.livejournal.com

There's a hat on the table of one of the booths, straw, a wide, short cone shape. And obviously, this hat is Completely Innocent and Normal. If it seems, at times, that it moves across the table, then that's just because the table's shaking.

And if it seems like sometimes a suspiciously fox-like face looks out from under the hat, then that's just a trick of the light.

And if there's occasionally muttering from it's general direction, that's just because Milliways is noisy, and it's easy to get sounds confused.

Because, of course, nobody could fit under the hat. It's just too small. So, it's perfectly safe to eat at that table, because nobody's going to suddenly jump out if the hat's accidentally moved by someone. Right?

heads-you-live.livejournal.com

Domino was back again, looking tired. It had been a long day, not only had she had a job, it wasn't her usual fare, no, it was lecturing police recruits on what it was she, as well as other bounty hunters, did.

It was something that Ed had done before, and now that Ed was gone, well, she was the best in the business, which meant it fell to her.

Just at that particular moment she was perched on the windowsill, watching the destruction outside, a mug of mostly-coffee in one hand, tracing the paths of the explosions against the glass now and again with the other.

maxwellsdemon02

[OOM: What could have been a pleasant morning (and make-out session) deteriorates into a rather nasty argument.]

dr_temperance

Studying digital photos of dismembered human remains over dinner isn’t everyone’s cup of tea, but Brennan honestly can’t remember the last time it bothered her. Which is a good thing since, given the work hours she puts in, she might never eat otherwise.

She’s sitting at a table, scrolling through the pictures on her laptop with one hand while neatly wielding chopsticks with the other (pad Thai is always good, even at the End of the Universe).

Occasionally she pauses to magnify an image. Judging from the photos that had been beamed to the Jeffersonian, there were some very unusual cut marks on the bones. The remains themselves had been shipped and are due to arrive tomorrow. In the meantime, she wants to get all the information from the images that she can.

guppy_sandhu

A doctor walks into a bar... in a toga. And a red nose.

Actually, it looks suspiciously like a bedsheet that has been rather inadequately clipped on him, but the thought is there. Having now officially been sold as a slave for a day in aid of Comic Relief*, Guppy is wondering what his temporary mistress has planned for him.

Particularly since she decided she wanted him to keep the toga on. Hmm.

[ooc: *For the benefit of any non-Brits who haven't come across this - a biannual national fundraising event where both public and celebrities alike do silly things for money.]

naminemory.livejournal.com

Naminé is by the fireplace tonight, eyes closed, her arms hugging her sketchpad while she is somewhat curled up against the cushions of the couch. There is a vague sort of smile on her face, and she looks to be having a peaceful dream.

She isn't actually sleeping, though. She's just thinking. If one were to approach her now, there is a good chance she'll hear you.

Care to find out what she's thinking about?