milliways_bar | Mar. 14th, 2007

Mar. 14th, 2007

bartyjr.livejournal.com

[OOM: When the bar door opened one afternoon, Barty found that his exit had been transformed into a grey, roaring vista...]

renegade-enzo.livejournal.com

After the whole Black Oil business had been delt with, Matrix was once again sitting by the door.

Only this time, he was asleep in his booth.

Sitting up guarding the door for long nights for the past few weeks can take a bit out of you.

Care to come wake him up?

aerora.livejournal.com

[OOM: Millitimed to ~~a bajillion years ago~~ the moment right after the Great Big Snowball Fight -- Sora artfully confronts Riku about an embarrassing little thing he's seen, only to get embarrassment thrown right back at him on the subject of Kairi.

:D!]

3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com

Several hours after the other members of Alpha, Delta and Omega troop back, Goldilocks makes her return from the Black Oil mission. She saunters in through the front door, primping near-perfect locks, and makes her way to the bar. She looks unfeasibly clean, and remarkably unruffled, when compared to the states of nearly everyone else in the recovery crews.

Alien hair products and MiB laundering services are to be commended.

As is the hospitality of a certain quartet of night crawlers.

cheevy.livejournal.com

A Temporary Crisis

[ooc: This post is effectively a kind of bar entry. Anyone who has reason to be going up the stairs to the residential wing is free to notice Miniver sitting there and try to talk to him. He's coming out of room number 1, so he's as low as one can be without being in the bar proper. And because I'm feeling adventurous, I'm gonna say I'd like for only characters who have never met Miniver to tag him here. ^_^ And please tag the journal entry, not this post. Basically, this is an open invitation for anyone to come do an OOM here.

EDIT: Anyone who tags now millitimed to before April's thread.]

works-in-space.livejournal.com

[oom: Kirk gets ready for a trip he wasn't expecting]

oh-wowee.livejournal.com

Toki Wartooth was off in one corner, writing a song for...

Someone.

He hummed to himself as he plucked out chords on his guitar, working a melody in with the stringed instrument's harmony, something that suited how he felt, how he thought the song should feel.
Usually, he didn't write songs like this, so it was slow going as he wrote down the tabs for the tune, the tip of his tongue comically sticking out the corner of his lips as he looked over what he'd written, played it back, paused, and continued playing.

He'd never written a song which he felt was so important before.

But he'd need an audience before he played it for...

Someone.

Just to make sure it sounded good.

Would you like to be a test audience for a song?

7twistedwishes

[ Disclaimer ]

There is a businesswoman on a table near the observation window, perusing a file folder and snickering a bit to herself. She will probably not mind being asked what is so funny.

there-is-a-me.livejournal.com

"I'll talk to 'em about it- security, anyway. The rest of the Bar can go fuck themselves if they give you any shit over something that's doing you good."

Spoon isn't sure that Sarge has had a chance to talk to Security yet. On the other hand, he and Gheri have been stuck in his room for the last half hour trying to get the door to let them go to the practise circle instead of the bar.

So there is, briefly, the fairly absurd sight of an adult male with a hand-and-a-half sword and a giant puppy attempting to portray innocence and project an air of being "not here, really" while they head outside to find a place to practise.

Once outside, though, and once they find a good spot where only those wandering in the woods are likely to see, the shirt comes off so it doesn't get all over sweat and Spoon is in for his normal work-out. Gheri? He's taking the opportunity to nap. Watching Spoon do this is tiring.

boundxkitty

In the forest,
By the lake.

Look up high,
Or you'll pass her by.

Elizabeth is lounging in a tree by the lake. Jeans, long sleeved shirt, barefoot. The usual for a lazy lycanthrope.

Feel free to join, or poke the leg that dangles.

truequest.livejournal.com

Bounce.

Bounce.

Bounce.

Hop.

Not a bunny, just a Hylian princess coming downstairs for a little lunch at the bar, you're welcome to join her...

not-de-la-vega.livejournal.com

There was a young count off at one of the tables near the window. The normal window, not the observation window, given as how that one still gave him the heebies.

He was thankful, mostly, to have gotten away from his mother's first garden party of the spring, and was dreading going back to it.

For now, however, he had a glass of port and a book of narrative verse that he was blinking at in something akin to confusion.

do-not-falter.livejournal.com

Thwock!

Thwock!

Thwock!

That would be the sound of arrows being shot one after the other into a target acquired from Bar.

Link figured that it was as good an idea as any to practice his archery today.

So, there's a Hylian Hero of Time outside doing just that.

Care to join him?

blue_raz

Raziel was working on getting more Bunnies. He had stayed out here during the night mainly because he wasn't happy with the bar inside and it was easier to get the demon bunnies out here. He liked it here, no corruption, and no vampire hunters.

What was with that guy in the bar yesterday, he looked so hurt? Raziel shrugged and pounced on a bunny ripping it's soul out of it's little body.

command_dot_com

Right after the whole Black Oil situation had been cleared up, Dot and Bob had gone straight home. It was the best nights sleep she's had since coming to Milliways.

It was two cycles later that the Door decided to surprise her again on her way to the office. After taking the time to snag more paperwork to work on she went to the bar to write out some notes. The girl's night out would be coming up soon...

"Bar? Could you give these to Laini, Barbara and whoever Suzi's friend Rachel is?"

( Notes )

With that squared away she ordered herself a nice AMIGArita and settled down into a booth to people watch and do some more planning. Come Bother!

foxy-l33t.livejournal.com

Somewhere, there must be a DDR mix of "Favorite Things".

That said, letters and notes are certainly on Laini's list of such items, particularly when they are White Day gifts and Party Plans. So, you have one smug Fox sitting at the bar, drinking something cold, sweet, icy and highly caffeinated while she looks over them both.

La. Cue one silver fox tail swishing from side to side as she makes plans.

phineas-poe.livejournal.com

[Prior to Milliways, six months later. Warnings for poor philosophy.]

velocitygirl

[OOM: After Shalla lets Inyri run away, Inyri finds herself running out of options in her room. Then Wes shows up and tells her to fight, because he can't lose her. And she can't lose him.

And then they make mistakes together. Warnings for thinking of self-mutilation, kisses exchanged between those who shouldn't do so, and implied sex. Also some whitetext!]

the-h-star-r.livejournal.com

Here's an interesting sight. It's not exactly common, but it's not exactly new either.

Homestar is once again hiding beneath a table, safely guarded by the seats of a booth.

He's also eating a tasty lunch of Buffalo chicken bites and a tall, cold glass of milk, the latter he has just in case he starts breathing fire.

Don't come near him if you have grape jelly coming out of your mouth. He might start launching ketchup packets or, Heaven forbid, buttdance.

prone-to-panic.livejournal.com

Archie's in the bar, with a baby, for once not on duty. He's installed himself with the tiny thing on one of the couches near the fire and settled her into the crook of his arm as he reads. Svava's taking a nap, he thought they'd let her get as long as she could. So here they are, father and daughter, ready to take on the world. Or, you know, something.

brotherspider

A bizarre phenomenon began to occur as soon as the official time-date of Spider Nancy's personal chronometer said 3/14.

Calculators failed and computers cheered. Mathimaticians went hog-wild and students ran amok. And this wasn't even Spider's fault. Apparently, they did that sort of thing on their own, but the god-son himself had different plans. Oh yes.

There was a sign posted for all to see...

PIE FIGHT TODAY!
ALL YOU CAN DISH OUT!

Yours Pastry,
Spider

Spider Nancy was nowhere to be seen, but that was only because he was standing behind the bar...which was itself surrounded by an impregnable wall of pie. Trays of pie-slots with tiny labels as to what kind of pie were here, as per his request. He had asked Bar to make possible a Pi Day Pie FIght by continuously producing pie for the occasion. Thus...pie. Spider stood and waited. Would people gorge? Or would they give in to...temptation?

fran-goldsmith.livejournal.com

The front door opens for Fran from her family's house in Bangor. She's spent the day with her parents, having had some unexpected news to give them...
It wasn't too friendly a discussion. She has a bruise on her cheek that's still sore, but one would have to look closely to see that; she does know how to apply makeup.

She has a nasty little smile on her face as she stalks over to the Bar, a traveling bag slung over one shoulder, and puts some money down. The tab board shows that she's cleared her tab, now.

The door out will still be there, when she looks, but she doesn't try yet.

will_scarlett

After a bad morning Will spends the next nights and day outside wanderering, using the pells and trying to get rid of the nightmare he met in the Bar. The demon bunnies were quite fun to hit, but also forced him to sleep up trees and he had some food in his purse, so didn't starve. Finally the desire for hot food and a night sleeping somewhere other than a tree proves stronger than the fear of meeting Sir Guy again and Will comes back into the Bar. He enters from the back, with leaves in his hair and looking cold and odd and sits down at a booth, and promptly stretches out and falls asleep. There are two booted feet hanging off the end, a small sound of snoring and a trail of leaves from outside to the booth. He might be talking in his sleep, but you have to get close enough to hear it, and his staff is leaning precariously against the table.

(OOC, the link is slowtimed)

milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com

Wells has had a hell of a day at the Academy- there's four girls coming up on testing time soon, from what he sees of things- and he could do with a little time to unwind. The smell of a packmate having passed through reminds him of something, though, so he heads for the Bar to leave a

( note for Security. )

Once the note vanishes into the Bar's surface he turns around and heads back out through the door, returning a bit later with his own sword- this one sheathed and visibly tied into place as he heads out back with it under his arm.

cursedrider.livejournal.com

Tonight, Johnny has goals.

Which means he's got (thanks to the magic of millitime) a section of field and his chain. The Chain's a big heavy thing. A normal man wouldn't be able to lift it.

Even as the Rider takes shape, he lifts the chain like it was nothing and thwacks it a few times in the direction of the tree trunks. The fire sputters out as quickly as it rises.

And then, his hands raise upward and fire explodes in a wall behind him.

And goes down.

Yes ladies and gentlemen, the Rider is practicing.

[The mun leaves for work in an hour. Tags go into slowtime at that point!]

dead-comrade.livejournal.com

((OOM: The Penance Stare is a nifty power that causes the victim to relive every way he ever hurt anyone, but through their eyes. A sort of forced empathy, as it were. Cool! Isn't it a wonderful way to rehab the wrongdoer?

Actually? No. It sucks. Especially if your job kind of revolves around killing people. . .))

old-lizard.livejournal.com

The woods behind Milliways seem to be the place to be tonight.
Chinthliss has come out, no weapons in evidence.

Aside from himself, that is.

He's found a spot near the border of the Dreaming, half-melted ice and warm soil slipping under his boots. Unlike most times, he's dressed much more casually; jeans, a short-sleeved, old shirt that has faint bloodstains and scorch marks.

He stops, turns his face up to the sky.

A bare gesture, more habit than any necessity for spell use, and a circle's woven in a tight perimeter about him.
It'd be visible even to mundanes as a softly glowing, transparent 'wall' of light that seems to pulse in time with the man's steps, while remaining in place, anchored to the earth. He won't mind witnesses but he's not --yet-- up for conversation. When he takes the wards down again, or before he starts work, he's entirely approachable.

Basics first, before he practices a few more advanced spells.

evryinchbut1.livejournal.com

The amount of pie Valerie has to edge around to get to the specials board is intimidating.

If she ever doubted she was living in a magical bar, well, she doesn't any more.

Your server is: Valerie

. . . Says the specials board, if you can see it.

Waitress making the rounds; feel free to flag her down.

cheevy.livejournal.com

What-ho. Hippie by the fireplace.

He doesn't look as if he slept well last night.

He has a cup of tea, which is being nursed inattentively and used mainly to keep his hands warm.

always-a-liar.livejournal.com

Out of Milliways:

Forty-Fifth Verse: Questions of Sin

Forty-Sixth Verse: A Funeral for Alley Cats

[Warning for violence, mild gore, William Shakespeare, creepiness, and craziness. The previous two kitty OOMs are Amongst the Ashes and Generous Deeds, as always, the full plot is here. Enjoy.]

Current Location: Tackleford, England

shining-mercury.livejournal.com

There is a familiar-seeming stack of books making its way through the bar. Behind it is a blue-haired teen, dressed in your fairly standard Japanese schoolgirl uniform.

(It is worth noting that Ami's universe does not have lascivious tentacle monsters, and therefore this choice of outfit is not so much a statement of kinky fashion sense as it is dress code-compliant.)

She sets down her books at a table with a good view of the window and drops into a chair.

"Whew," she sighs. Ami being an anime character, this is less an actual sound and more a state of mind.

Those books are heavy!

Also she wants tea.

necessary_child

There is a young Lucifer in the bar. Actually, he's sitting on Bar, kicking bare feet and playing with magic as he people-watches, so that he looks as though he's surrounded by a tiny personal galaxy of multi-coloured stars and nebulae.

mnt_mike

"He didn't!"

"He did?"

"So what did you do?"

"You didn't...oh no, of course you did. MapleBaby, you've really got to learn to say no to people."

"HEY! That was uncalled for. Don't get snippy at me for just stating the obvious. Sheesh."

"Okay okay okay. Think, Mike, think.....I've got it."

Mike pushes a tower of pie to the side, making a space just large enough for him to stand on Bar's top. His eyes just barely clearing one of the towers of pie.

"This isn't going to work. Can you get rid of these?"

"No I know, just do what you can. What you can't get rid of I'll take care of....one way or another"

He clears his throat.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, I'M NOT SURE IF YOU'VE NOTICED, BUT WE'RE SORT OF INUNDATED WITH PIE HERE. NOW SOME OF YOU MAY NOT REALIZE THIS, BUT STUFF DOESN'T JUST COME FROM NO WHERE. PIES DO NOT, IN FACT, GROW ON TREES. AND THESE? WELL THEY'RE GOING TO NEED REPLACING. SO STEP RIGHT UP AND DO YOUR PART.

THE GREAT PIE OFF OF...um...TODAY HAS BEGUN."

Mike jumps down, nearly knocking over a pile of pies in the process. Soon the great boxing of the remaining pies will begin. Followed quickly by the labelling of the pies in the native tongues of the worlds from which they came.

kayip.livejournal.com

[OOM: July 9, 2012 - Keeping faith in a time of doubt.]

iustus_rex

It's been a while since Edmund took an evening to sketch people in the bar.

And it's been a while since he had dinner here. No insult at all to his sisters' cooking, but that in itself is a good reason to make it out here every so often. (Edmund is well aware that his own cooking can be insulted somewhat, which is another reason to do so.)

Tonight there's a special on, it seems. So Edmund has the remains of a meat pie pushed to one side -- leftovers make lunches the next day -- and has turned his attention to his sketchbook, and quick character studies of the people and scenes around him.

pwyll_twiceborn

[OOM: After the awakening of the Hunt, Paul has a difficult task to perform, and an even more difficult choice to make.

But in the end, his is not the choice that really matters.]

pwyll_twiceborn

Paul had broken the news to Vae. He had been intending to stay another night in the house, with Brendel.

He can't sleep. Not there, in Finn's bed. So he rises and walks towards the door - to go where, he doesn't knows - and finds himself in Milliways.

It doesn't much matter, he guesses. At least he can sleep upstairs, which is a blessing. But for now he goes to a booth, orders a coffee, and just sits, head in his hands.