milliways_bar | Mar. 15th, 2007

Mar. 15th, 2007

ironside-pixie.livejournal.com

[OOM: Sharp as ice. In which a sword is found.]

[OOC: Well I guess this is an official ending to hiatus. Sorry it took so long, I had meds and all sorts of crazy wacky head stuff to deal with and so I ended up disappearing for a bit, but through the combined efforts of Miss Jackie and myself, this saga is almost over. Glad to be back, you guys. Millitimed to when it was cold XD]

Current Mood: hopeful

just-a-soldier.livejournal.com

[OOM: A girl's best friend.

Diamonds

are

over-rated]

[OOC:Millitimed to Valentines day]

Current Mood: loved

visible_sariel

A door swings open.

This is not unusual in itself, not in a bar that routinely plays host to uncountable patrons from innumerable universes--not odd, really, when a certain door on a certain wall swings wide.

Only this one carries the distinctive hushed swish of an airlock hissing, and for a moment the girl standing on it's threshhold is silhouetted against the activity of a bustling ship whose corridors are uniform grey and centuries beyond what a sailing vessel would be.

Then she's through, and the door bangs shut behind her.

It's a few more seconds before she notices anything's amiss. Blink. These are not her quarters. Not by *any* stretch of the imagination. This is about as far from twenty-fourth century Starfleet as a person can get. One hand instinctively lifts and taps a less-than-obvious arrowhead insignia pinned to her uniform. "Rager to bridge."

Static.

"Rager to bridge, come in please!"

Staticstaticstatic.

Her eyes lift, her mouth drops open, and that hand falls away from the communicator she's wearing. "What the hell...?"

Welcome to Milliways, Ensign Rager.

OOC: It's not only Sariel's first time in the bar, it's also mine. Hi all! Completely botherable, and very new at this.  Eep!

twiceahero.livejournal.com

Barbara's not even really looking when she rolls in the door this morning. A faint tinge of dawn can be glimpsed filtering in from the clocktower. It's been thirty hours since she's had any sleep, so perhaps her inattention may be excused.

As she rolls in she reaches to her left for the light switch of her room. When she doesn't find it she looks up and realizes where she is. She sighs and smiles weakly and rolls over to the bar.

"Can I get a light blanket and a pillow? Thanks."

Barbara takes her newly obtained items and rolls over to her usual out-of-the-way table near the door, then promptly proceeds to take a much-needed nap. She looks uncharacteristically peaceful.

Of course this is Milliways, she could talk to someone and still get plenty of sleep later.

poisonwine

Belle is in an unusual mood. Her life has been getting steadily better, and everything is starting to warm up. Spring is here, and her mood has thawed as well.

Which might explain why she's juggling darts instead of playing with them. But it seems to amuse her. Not that it's particularly difficult at the moment.

Definitely pokable.

sinisteressex.livejournal.com

Essex is in bar, reading a book. It might be a tome of scientific secrets, or it might be a Sherlock Holmes anthology. Either way, it has obviously engrossed him. There's a partially eaten bagel next to the book, which is shrinking slowly.

But nothing is as interesting as the patrons of the bar, from what he's seen. He keeps glancing up as they go by.

oh-wowee.livejournal.com

Rhythm guitarist...

At a piano!?!?

HOW CAN THIS BE?!

In fact he's tinkering out the same song he'd been working on since tuesday, trying to figure out if it sounds better on the guitar or on the piano. Unfortunately, due to his working so hard on said song, on top of band practice, amongst other things, Toki Wartooth was sleep deprived, and the song itself was coming one... note... every... few... seconds.

Wake him up?

jack_inthegreen

In a back booth, the bassist and the tree god are having an intense conversation. The tree god is saying things like "committment" and "free will" and the bassist is saying things like "course-corrections" and "tangled timelines." It can't get too heated, though: that would upset the children, who are already watching the conversation like a tennis match.

(Georgia is, anyway. She understands most of the words. Keiran just likes watching people talk.)

Finally Jack says, "Fine. Fine. Go. But I still say there's no such thing as fate."

"Only because you exist outside it," says Charlie, and goes upstairs to change into his island-clothes. When he returns he bends to kiss the heads of Georgia and Keiran, and tells them, "Be good."

(It's completely superfluous. Of course they're good. Being good just doesn't always equal being nice.)

"What shall I tell Darien, if I see him?" says Jack, and Charlie manages a smile.

"Tell him I love him, of course," he says. He braces his shoulders and opens the front door, and steps out into tropical sunshine.

Jack frowns and gathers his children to him. "He'll be back," he tells them gently as Georgia's lip begins to tremble. "His story isn't over yet."

futures_of_ash

One of the wonderful things about life was...recovery. The moment when everything in the body moved smoothly and properly again without a hint of jerkiness or shaking...

This was one of those days. Her bruises had finally faded to simple coloration and she felt good as she sank into her stretches. Odd as the comparison was, she felt much like a cat in sunshine, warm, liquid, and more than content to stay there.

So, security member on the floor, no, she wasn't encouraging being stepped upon.

[open to all, slow eventually]

l33t-mouse.livejournal.com

Mouse is seated at a table near the Observation Window, but she's not looking at it. Instead, she has her portable workstation in front of her, and she's staring at the screen, periodically hitting keys, sometimes nodding curtly, sometimes shaking her head. She's working on a new project.

Back in Mainframe, the binomes on staff at the Principal Office seem to regard her as an auxilliary Command.com, and while she initially found this flattering, it got old fast, because it meant she kept getting interrupted. She established her quarters as a do-not-disturb zone a while ago, which means she can't even be Vidwindowed in there. But in her quarters she could still be interrupted by Ray - and while she's not so averse to that it still means she won't get any work done.

She figures that at least if she gets interrupted here, it won't be by someone wanting her to do busywork, and she'll have more control over the situation. So here she is, hacking away, a cup of java and a plate with a couple of torii - sprite donuts - at her elbow.

Go ahead and bother, if you like. She might want to talk about her project.

Current Mood: creative
Current Location: Table by the Observation Window

truequest.livejournal.com

[OOM: Zelda returns to Hyrule to take care of some things...]

Zelda opens the door and walks through with a little difficulty as she carries a large bundle, a book, and her harp. She places the bundle on Bar. "Madam, could you save this for me later?" she asks politely. The package disappears, and Zelda settles onto the couch with the leather bound tome she brought back with her.

cursedrider.livejournal.com

Unsuspecting patrons on their way to the outdoors might find their way blocked by a very imposing motorcycle with a large streak of mud along the rear gas tank. Johnny rode the poor creature too hard.

Which would be why Johnny staggers in without his jacket and a large red scrape across his arm, sits at the bar, and stares wearily.

"...Bar. Darlin'." Johnny's a polite guy, "...If I could get a basic toolkit, a rag, somethin' to polish with....and an icepack? That'd be great."

With the items that Johnny requests, there is a breakfast of a plate full of scrambled eggs, tomatoes, chili peppers, onions, and cheese. Along with that, Johnny is delivered a hot cup of coffee and a martini glass full of jelly beans.

....Shrugging, he sits his arm in the icepack and begins to eat.

He could be bothered.

works-in-space.livejournal.com

[oom: It's 1986 and Jim is having a long day.]

"Spock, sta--" This wasn't the bridge of the Klingon ship. Or any part of it, for that matter. This was Milliways. Well, apparently the door is going to follow him. Through time as well as space.

Jim looked to make sure the door was still there. He breathed a sigh of relief. If he was Bound now, with Earth in the balance, he would have been very angry (if still powerless).

Well, if he had to be here, this wasn't the worst moment. A breather, a cup of coffee, maybe a nap might all help him face the rest of his impossible task. And he still had the pizza. Enough for two or three, in fact.

He went to the Bar, ordered a coffee, and opened the box. Mushrooms and pepperoni with extra onions over a thin crust.

[ooc: 1. Slowtime most likely. 2. Idea inspired by an aside in the text commentary for Star Trek IV, where the question of where the pizza went between scenes is asked (tongue in cheek). Special thanks to Michael and Denise Okuda, who write the text commentaries for the Trek films.]

thegreatmachine.livejournal.com

Mitchell Hundred has a headache.

His headache, as one might get from the slightly aggravated expression on his face as he looks at the mechanical wonder on the table before him, stems from the fact that there is a serious warp in the metal on the outside of his jetpack. It's actually bad enough that it's cracked in a couple of spots.

Now, Mitchell is an engineer. And he built the damn jetpack, albeit in a trance, so he's not really worried about the ability to fix it. Mostly, he doesn't think he can find the parts or the tools to fix it here. Which, really, isn't a huge problem. After all, he has a door.

It's just that he doesn't want to face Kremlin until the damn thing is fixed.

Hence Mitchell sits with his slowly cooling breakfast, staring at the jetpack as he silently begs it to PLEASE STOP COMPLAINING; I'M WORKING ON IT.

bannion_sight

They will be leaving Paras Derval in the morning, she knows. The castle is alive with preparation, enough so that Kim slips past both guards and hurrying servants like a white-haired ghost.

She has to focus. Has to; they are leaving soon, although not all of them. Paul has gone to Darien, and Jennifer remains with the priestesses in the Temple. Jaelle will have told her by now, Kim is certain.

But the rest of them will be going, to Morvran, to Dun Maura-- and there she will make an attempt, she knows. Kim's dreams are becoming clearer, now, and she knows what she must try to do.

She knows also that she will fail if she cannot clear her mind of Finn, of the memory of the Hunt rising like smoke into the sky, of the inhuman look in his once-kind eyes...

...it's a relief, really, to find that the door to her room leads instead to Milliways. Kim straightens her shoulders, and steps through.

(OOC: Tags may be a little slow, as I'm a touch busy, but any and all will be answered. Promise.)

blue-star-badge.livejournal.com

There was a young man and his Dragon
With dishes all stacked in a wagon
The dishwashing crew
would like to meet you
And perhaps take your dishes to drag on.

goodbyesandusky.livejournal.com

Clive, the young fashion designer
Found that nothing was finer
Than finding the Bar
While getting out of a car
And onto a spiffy airliner

heads-you-live.livejournal.com

The bounty hunter named Domino
Was just getting ready to go
Just going shopping
And maybe bar-hopping
Anywhere her day wanted to flow

http://users.livejournal.com/_estsanatlehi_/

There was a whole flock of chickens
Who were seriously cute as the dickens
In all shades and hues
Pinks, greens, and blues
With Ana nearby, the plot thickens.

not-de-la-vega.livejournal.com

Zorro, a hero in mask
Had appointed himself to a task
To improve his parry
Because he was wary
His mother was going to ask.

there-is-a-me.livejournal.com

This time when the man and a puppy (big puppy. Biiiiig puppy) enter the bar it isn't with anything of the martial arts. It's with a pocket dictionary and a determined expression (at least on the part of the man).

Spoon, we're in the bar again.
The hell you say, lad.

He looks up, looks up at the ceiling, and lights a fag before letting himself be herded to the fire to settle on the ground to read as best he can.

((ETA: All other threads Millitimed to before Sarah sat down.))

thiefprinceremy.livejournal.com

He's been around, this whole time, I swear!
You just didn't know he was there.
And now the bored Thief,
To everyone's relief,
Is perched in the rafters with care.

dats-dildoes.livejournal.com

The blondest guitarist of Dethklok
Is totally lost without his flock
Of screaming fans
The girls and the mans
Or anyone who appreciates... good rock.

gone_byebye

Sometime after the smoke clears, Ray makes his way back to Milliways under his own power. He's grinning. He's humming to himself. He's generally looking far too cheerful for anybody's good, especially considering that he's carrying a black ripstop nylon roll of fabric under one arm that bears a powerful resemblance to the sorts of rolls certain chefs use to carry their knives and related equipment. "Bar?" he says. "Could I possibly trouble you for a book on grindstones and other tools for the sharpening of blades, or some other devices used in the making of knives? Thank you, I really do appreciate it."

Now to settle in at a well-lit table and start going over the contents!

not-lazy-steph.livejournal.com

A young girl dressed all in pink,
Skipped into the Bar for a drink,
Singing a song,
And dancing along,
She's really quite blinding, you think?

sime-channel.livejournal.com

Suzi is settled in a chair looking like she hasn't been sleeping well. This would be because she hasn't been sleeping well, yes.

Her hair looks pretty good, though. No longer covered in worm spit and bug guts and all. It does smell rather strongly of tea, however. Tea cures all ills. Tea even got the last of the yik out of all those masses of curls.

Her sign is up: Suzi Darley, Jeweler. Commissions accepted.
She's got another one, too, although smaller: Richard Ryan, Jeweler. Specializing in bracelets.

In front of each sign is a small picture portfolio. Richard may kill her if he realizes she's been taking pictures of his work, but he's got to start selling things eventually.

milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com

The top four girls at the academy are getting scarily good. Graduating them off in small bunches is sort of a peculiar approach compared to every other educational system or training method he's been through, but it's important to get the girls into the field and they can't bloody well wait for entire units to come up ready, can they? Right.

Damn, he needs a beer. It's been a long day at the school.

dead-comrade.livejournal.com

((OOM: Some nightmares end, eventually.))

Krauser's probably not very visible after he comes downstairs. Step one? Eat. Which, since his tastes are a little different than most, is done in the back of the booth he chooses.

Step two? Just be somewhere nobody's dying and whatever happens to them isn't your fault. Which is why Krauser's at the forward end of the booth, looking up at people who go by. He's primarily drawing something on the back of his hand with a marker. It takes a lot of concentration.

Are you not suffering? Is it not his fault? Come tell him that. He needs to hear about it.

. . . and if you can answer his lingering questions RE: DEMONS WTF, that would be good. . .

torch-reporter.livejournal.com

The best thing about this whole crazy treasure hunt Riley's been on lately is the end result: all the articles that are currently opened on the computer screen in front of her. It's just about one of the coolest things ever, if you ask Chloe, and definitely not something she's going to grow tired hearing about anytime soon.

So she's sitting at a booth today, a copy of the Daily Planet on the table nearby and her coffee mug close to her face as she reads through an article from the Washington Post on her computer.

...Chloe will get to her own work eventually.

steadfastknight

When Kitt entered the bar, he was not, as one would say, pleased.

True that he wasn't as bad off as he had been in the past. Not by far. He was miffed, mostly because he knew too well what had happened the day before. It wasn't a pleasant thing to remember.

But he had time, here, before he had to go anywhere out there, and that was what he intended to do.

"Bar," he began politely, "I would like breakfast for two. Something a little more substantial than Pop-Tarts, but just as easy to eat. Please."

For now, the bar was a godsend.

becomingphoenix.livejournal.com

She needed to feel like she wasn't cooped up. Feel like she wasn't going to go stir crazy or end up with cabin fever or something. So instead of staying inside she'd headed out back of the bar. Once there she took to the skies so instead of being on the ground she was sitting on top of the building, emerald eyes looking out over everything before her. The cool breeze washed over her but she barely felt it. She was in need of relaxation and she planned on getting it, being up on the roof as she was.

She's quite botherable though. If you think you can get her attention.

undignified

Inyri didn't come back last night, to his room or hers. Wes started to look for her before realising she must have stayed with Shalla (and why does that make him feel a little bit jealous? didn't he suggest it himself? but that was before-- well).

Still, he didn't sleep very well last night, which is why he's been drinking caf all day, which is probably why he's so fidgety right now.

He's at the Bar, still drinking caf, and looking round every few seconds.

He never seems to see what he's looking for.

[ooc: mun still feels a little sick, so if she drops off the face of the earth, she probably went to sleep. but she'll try and stay awake.]

princeinexile

Eventually, he saw his suite. Someone had cleaned it. He knew the last person who had been in there with him--

--and the thought of her hands on all his things, moving and clean and--

To say the least, Zuko had to put himself at the bar again and tried not to look miserably tense. He was looking for Wells, but he wouldn't be too wary of anyone else.

At least, unless they were River or her friends.

doctor-bj.livejournal.com

A fourth-year veterinary student stumbles into the bar in sweats and a t-shirt, looking rather like death warmed over.

This, in point of fact, is not an unusual look for fourth-year veterinary students. BJ is a little unusual in that she cannot blame her raggedness on over-anxious technicians calling her in the middle of the night, or late-night research into some frustratingly difficult to diagnose case.

She could, however, use the sovereign cure for zombieism - a four-shot espresso with extra cream and sugar. Guaranteed to wake even the truly dead.

callitavesper.livejournal.com

Because his mun has finished capping his canon, there is now a certain agent 007 in the bar, at the bar, with what may become his customary lunch break props: a newspaper and a cup of coffee. Despite what appears to be an intense interest in today's headlines, he would not object to conversation.

his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com

There are two things one might notice if they saw Sarah Jane tonight. It's not sitting at the bar with a cup of tea - no, something like that is quite usual. The more obvious of the two would be the light blue dress with the peasant shirt top and swishy skirt, the way her hair is actually done up today - tied back in a silvery blue hair ribbon, and the make up job that took her a good half hour to perfect.

The other thing, much less obvious, is the quiet nervousness radiating from her. Sarah sips at her tea, glancing around the bar every five seconds as if looking for someone. Definitely looking for someone.

Dates, she has decided, especially first dates, are more nerve-wracking than they probably are worth.

truequest.livejournal.com

The Hylian princess has had a long day thus far, not that she's complaining.

Right now she's outside by the lake with a large bundle that she brought back from home this morning. She has already set up some lanterns and right now she's working on placing a dark purple spread on the ground.

She still has a lot of things on her mind...

mapmakerchur.livejournal.com

The door opens, and Chur walks through, straining as if against a strong wind while going up a steep hill. Once inside, with the door behind her, she leans against the wall in relief or exhaustion before limping over to the Bar.

"Bar, some plasm and a cup of gfi, please?" she requests. The plasm (some kind of gelatinous bandage) goes on her right knee, and then she sits down and drinks her gfi.

Anyone interested in talking to an alien?

do-not-falter.livejournal.com

There's a mildly thoughtful Hylian young man sitting by the Observation Window, watching the display beyond.

Link has quite a bit on his mind, but he promised Zelda he would be here today.

He wouldn't mind a distraction. Hell, he'd probably be thankful for the excuse to think about something else for a moment.

talkstohats

There's an elderly woman sitting by the fireplace, sewing and warming her feet.

It's a little odd, these days, to have a fireplace that doesn't talk back - but Calcifer and Howl both are so busy with trying to move that getting a moment's peace anywhere near the fireplace in the moving castle is out of the question.

She's trying not to mutter to the pieces of fabric as she works. It could have dangerous results.

cursedrider.livejournal.com

Johnny Blaze is outside.

His hands lost the ability to use fine motor skills a while ago, but he's sitting.

Just sitting.

Trying not to thing of (The evils that men do)

Just focusing on (Keeping me contained)

Every night! Every Night. No hope. Nothing.
No. He has to believe that helping this guy out will do some good. Helping people. He could help people!

(How? By hindering them?)
Shut up.
(By driving them mad?)
Shut up, Shut up, Shut up

Strangely, when Johnny draws in a breath it's filled with the scent of Texas BlueBonnets. It's wrong. So very wrong here in the wild green. In it's scent he sees her face, and in her face he finds a shred of humanity.

There isn't only the devil. There are men too. And angels.
He had loved one of them once upon a time, he still did. It is this thought that keeps Johnny Blaze human at night, watching the lights from the bar.

He is human.
Just. Barely.

there-is-a-me.livejournal.com

Spoon had a fuckin' naff conversation earlier, which led to his current position. Said position being with his back against Ace's TARDIS, his shirt torn open from collar to belt, and more than one fag butt carefully piled next to him while he attempts to catch his temper. It isn't going terribly well. There's reasons and that...it wasn't on.

But he didn't change, and he did get out of there, and Gheri is warm against his side, and the area over here smells like Ace and Magic and Gifr as well as Gheri and woods and freedom. So he's just going to sit here. And smoke.

wine-women-song.livejournal.com

In with the rain and the wind sloshes the dark haired god, surprisingly not as soaked as he should be judging from the weather out the front door. It closes behind him, leaving a few puddles that dry away rather quickly. Whether from the bar's magic or his own?

Eh, that's not important. Chin up and a grin on his face, Dionysus walks over to the Bar, sits down, and gives her a loving caress.

"Heya hon."

A tall glass of atlantean appears on the top of the bar.

"Good to see you too."

Turning, glass in hand, 'nysus leans back against the bar and observes the crowd.

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

There is a man, seated on a barstool.

He has a young boy on his lap, if one takes 'on his lap' to mean 'standing on one of the man's thighs and slapping his hands against Bar whilst shouting.'

And one should.

The man is whispering, "Come on, monkey. You can say it. Come oooooon," in the boy's ear.

The boy turns his head to regard the man craftily, then slaps his hand on Bar and chirps, "BAR!"

The man sighs.

That is not what he wanted Anthony to say.

fighting_mad

[OOM: On Eiattu, sometimes Plourr being pregnant isn't so bad. Sometimes, it's a little worrisome.]

abar-starclog.livejournal.com

Carl's been around, really.
Well, okay, he did stop off in San Francisco to add the stuff Val found to what he's got in progress for Suzi's paperwork, but other than that, he's been around. It's just that when he has been, he's mostly been occupied with that laptop.
For now, though, it's nowhere in sight. Instead, he's got a book (Stranger in a Strange Land, in another of the plain covers - no stick-figure battles so far) and dinner.

wheelsy_sheriff

Bill is in the bar tonight finally feeling clean! After being covered in worm muck and dead Black Oil it took awhile to get the stink off, and the stuff out of his hair.

After that and some rest he feels good enough for food and socializing. Bar was even good enough to give him a new uniform.

So, Sheriff Bill Pardy sitting at a table with a basket of fried chicken and a beer. There's plenty of chicken if anyone wants some.

teh-data-fork.livejournal.com

Adam has been dealing with an increasingly dire national crisis lately, working loads of overtime at CTU, not getting much sleep and constantly worrying about the possibility of getting blown to small unidentifiable shreds.

This is nothing, nothing at all, compared to the horrors currently occupying his computer screen.

He has spent the past half hour or so trying to figure out why, in the name of all that is holy, people who are not themselves delphine think it is all right to have sex with dolphins. And write how-to manuals on the subject.

Come ask him why he's looking so very nauseated.

slayer_fray

[OOM: Mel's dreams are full of textual feeling]

cat_wth_panache

Puss in Boots is taking a break from the surveying tonight and instead he's settled ontop of Bar with a glass of milk and some popcorn shrimp.

He is ~~looking for new victims~~ people watching and quite happy to catch up with friends or meet new people.

captainryan.livejournal.com

Ryan spends a some time speaking with Bar and flipping through a catalogue when he comes downstairs today. Eventually the book disappears and he gives her a sincere thank you before heading towards a booth.

Suzi has a package waiting for her. The accompanying note reads: Thank you. I'm sorry. -Richard

Once settled, he opens a slim black case and starts disassembling his shiny new handgun. He still hasn't got all the alien blood and guts out of it. He can smell that. bloody giant alien trash heaps

Botherable.

explorertruman.livejournal.com

Truman seem divided tonight. Looking at the Window, but also at Front Door. Window, Door.
Window, Door.

There was a plate of food cooling near him. Some tea barely touched.

mnt_raph

[oom: On the Balcony of Suite 132
A Simple Smoke Break Turns to Plotting, Out There On the Porch.
starring: Lilly Kane as the girl and Raphael as that guy in the wheelchair.]

cheevy.livejournal.com

( A note is left with Bar for anyone looking for Draco or Miniver. )

Current Location: liek totalli not here lolz

shufti

Shufti is in one corner of the bar, writing out a rough draft for wedding invitations so that she can get someone to check the spelling.

Since all she has so far is the phrase 'Betty and Carl's weeding', her hopes aren't high of finishing it any time soon. Now and again she listens carefully to the baby monitor on the table, but Jack is sound asleep upstairs.

Entirely botherable.

henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com

As the mid-evening throng starts to die down, Indy ambles downstairs without ceremony and lets himself behind the bar. It's late and he's lacking inspiration, so he ignores the Specials Board and just slouches up against the counter.

"Okay folks, you know the drill. Cheaper alcohol at the bar for the next couple of hours. Just how cheap depends how entertaining or pretty you are."

"Go crazy."

guppy_sandhu

The doctor is in

Guppy is in a booth near the infirmary, consuming tea and a bag of wotsits.

Either item is fully sharable.

[ooc: His mun finished her exams today, so will be here for a while :)]

princess-midna.livejournal.com

With long legs kicking gently over the edge of the roof of Milliways, Princess Midna is watching the stars.

There isn't any stars in Twili...

With the thought of home falls a quiet tear.