Waiter on Duty

[impulsivekid.livejournal.com]

Zip!

And the left half of the bar is clear of empty glasses and dishes.

Zip!

And the right half of the bar is clear of empty glasses and dishes.

And when we say bar, we're not talking about the long wooden thing, but the entire area of the building that would be considered bar proper. Not upstairs, not through any doors, but beyond that, all gotten.

And that leaves one happily smiling waiter standing with his tray at the ready, eager to serve.

'Tonight, your server is:Bart. Bother at will, he's ready for it.'

(no subject)

[ladyfirestarter]

[Out of Milliways: It's time. Charlie makes ready to summon her ally from Milliways to the Dolphin Hotel.

Things don't go quite according to plan.]




[Warning: the linked threads contain some extremely disturbing verbal and visual imagery. It's a Stephen King plot, in other words.]

(no subject)

[stilljustandrew]

*The front door opens, held on the other side by Kira Clemens, and three tired and blood-spattered people step through.*

*Makita, who's got the worst of the blood-spattering, heads immediately for the stairs to her room and a shower. The two Wells cousins look at each other.*

I don't know about you, but I need a drink.

OOM

[cursedrider.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Because not all folks might be enlightened as to the awesomeness of the Ghost Rider Character, the following becomes an issue. Just how on earth does one get posessed by a spirit anyway? What's the game here? Since it's crucial to Rider Backstory, I feel the need to reveal it in a series of ooms that I'm pretty proud of. :D! ]

Well.

Once upon a time, Two brothers visit a pretty girl in a carnival. One, (the older more romantic one who-for some bizzare reason resembles David Wenham according to the mun's brainmeats) falls in love with said pretty girl. Their Dad, Re-defines hating your son's girlfriends, by summoning up satan to ask him what should be done about his kid's affair with a "not right" girl. Despite their father's machinations, Magdelena and Noble are very much in love. But sadly, because it's Marvel, and because the purpose of art is to create drama, true love Never Ever Lasts.

Rated I for Insomnia Inspired, T for Teen, M for Mature. With guest appearances by Naomi Harris as Magdelena Kale, David Wenham as Noble Kale, and Peter Fonda as Pastor Kale!

watch for part two, coming soon to a bar near you!

(no subject)

[focusandcontrol.livejournal.com]

Scott is tired and his head is aching as he slumps into a booth. He has been resting for days as his migraines got worse.

However, today is a good day, with only minorly severe aches, and pains that only make him want to kill people and not the entire world.

So, he is out of his rooms, and just sitting with coffee and some toast, eyes hooded as he sits in one of the darker corners of the bar.

(no subject)

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

Some days really are better than others. This is why Spoon avoids freaking out when yet a-fucking-gain a random door opens onto the bar. Instead there are several moments of quiet canine, then Nelly heads in followed by Spoon and two gray puppies. All three of them settle down near the fire, Spoon pulls out Norby, the Mixed-up Robot (he is simply not capable of any more Henry V today) and while the puppies pounce the feet of Nelly and Spoon, Nelly's tail, and Spoon's free hand, the man smokes and reads.

Exit Post

[deathtowheaties.livejournal.com]

Cereal is sitting at the bar proper, enjoying a bowl of froot loops.

He's taking in the scenery when he sees something. . .unusual.

It's a door.

He finishes his cereal, grabs his backpack, and takes his leave. He knows he'll be back eventually.

(no subject)

[poisonwine]

Belle is in bar, looking at her wide array of bruises. She looks very tired, but not sleepy tired. There's a bo staff leaning next to her, because the entrance to bar is a lot closer to the practice grounds than her house.

She's got tea and bowl of oatmeal, along with the day's paper. She's mostly folding the latter, trying to get it as small as possible. Though she's also people watching, because the breakfast crowd at Milliways is usually interesting.

Company would welcome, as she's obviously bored as well as tired.

(no subject)

[sinisteressex.livejournal.com]

Sinister is in bar.  He has a notepad, and is scribbling in it furiously.

There is a book next to him, it's thick, and looks like a textbook.

He looks up every now and then, just to let his eyes rest.

If he sees you, feel free to come say hi!

(no subject)

[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

The World's Greatest Reporter is in the Bar! (Well. the coffee mug that Bar gave Knox today says "World's Greatest Reporter" and if it's on a mug in Milliways, it must be true.)

Knox has a pile of newspapers open to various articles about an upcoming election in Gotham. But it's not like he needs to read all of them immediately, so feel free to come over and say hello.

Out on the Town, or Out on the Out Back, Anyway

[feminine-menace.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Millitimed to yesterday afternoon, when YT got out of the cells.]

She's did the crime, she's done her time, and she's also taken a shower and changed. YT comes back down from her room to the bar, dressed in jeans, sneakers, a t-shirt with the blue-and-orange RadiKS logo, and a brown leather fleece-lined pilot's jacket. Anyone who looks closely will see that it has a 61st Air Base group patch on one shoulder (the 61st is based in L.A.) and a RadiKS logo patch on the other.

Having just gotten her freedom back and with a date to look forward to, YT's picked up her good mood from where she left off on it the previous morning (which is to say, about a minute before she socked Adam Kaufman and got popped by security). She's going to go looking for Merlin in a minute, but she's got one more thing to do first.

YT goes up to the Bar and taps its surface, the way she usually does. "Hey, Bar. Sorry for the ruckus the other day," she says. "I'll try to take it outside next time. Speaking of that, I'm going on a walk with...someone." This last is said with a smile, in a whisper. "How 'bout a picnic basket for a romantic dinner? I need to think about exactly what'll be..."

A picnic basket, one with a long strap to make it easy to carry, materializes on the bartop. YT quirks an eyebrow at the Bar, then opens the basket and looks through its contents. There's a blanket, one bottle of wine and one of lemonade, two glasses, plates and cutlery, fruit, bread, cheese, a small rotisserie chicken, and some other stuff. Maybe Bar's gotten this kind of request before. "Thanks," YT says, closing the basket. Now it's time to find Merlin. Maybe find Hiro first, to let him know she's out of the cells and where she's going to be.

Of course, she might run into someone else first, especially if they're curious as to why she has a picnic basket.

(no subject)

[happy-footed.livejournal.com]

The door opens to mist (well, what do you think happens when subartic temperatures mix with the air in the bar?).

Lights pierce through it (because it's morning and the windows are being Convenient).

Music can be heard, though how is, like the biological mechanics of the crew of the Satellite of Love, something you shouldn't worry about.

And in the midst of this, a penguin makes a groovy entrance. He doesn't know he's made it yet since he is, in fact, in the groove, but he'll probably figure it out soon.

Feel free to help.

(no subject)

[boundxkitty]

Elizabeth is curled up on a good portion of the couch over by the fire. She's already eaten breakfast, enough for a small army really, and is currently contemplating going for a run. The biggest question is in what form.

So, while she works this decision out, there's a bare foot tapping out a beat on the couch cushions. But there's no music, you say? While, if you follow the little white cords that rest on her black shirt, you'll find they lead to headphones or an iPod. Pending which way you follow.


Pouncing, poking, tackling, and any other form of disruption allowed, as she's in a very pleasant mood this morning.

(no subject)

[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Wells never told any of his students at the Slayer Academy why a forty-three-year-old Englishman was able to keep up with Slayers. They were bound to figure it out eventually. Fortunately, it does not end in fire and silver.

That would make following up on a certain application more difficult than it had to be, really.]

Wells steps in from Yorkshire and lets the door close quietly behind him. It's been a good day, for once. After everything else that's happened it's a relief to get one of those once in a while. It'd be nice if there were more, of course, but he knows better than to get greedy. Just now he'll settle for tea and a spot to sit by the fire, and possibly company.

(no subject)

[alorn-bear.livejournal.com]

It is totally way too warm outside for Belar to do the polar bear thing any more, but that's okay. On Gara they're having one of his holidays, which is always cool as far as he's concerned. The Mongols, not so much, but holiday necessities are different in Mongolia anyway and he's not about to start throwing his weight around until he's a little better established there.

Since the polar bear thing is right, out, Belar's doing the next best thing: he's taking advantage of what, to him, is positively balmy water and going for a swim. He happens to be using the form of a large bull orca to do it, but enh. Not like the lack of salt in the lake water's gonna hurt him.

(no subject)

[callitavesper.livejournal.com]

Due to certain events involving Sarah Jane Smith, James Bond's stay at Milliways has become longer than expected. It's all right, he supposes, but he's itching to return to work and that lovely song and dance of being uncertain about his return. He's a little less uncertain now that there's a regular door in his flat, but he doesn't cross out the other factors that might bar him from returning to Milliways.

Luckily for him, most of these thoughts are not on his mind. For some reason Bar has provided him with the Associated Press Reporting Handbook, and James, having not much else to do, is reading it by the Observation Window. He wouldn't mind a distraction.

(no subject)

[teh-data-fork.livejournal.com]

There are two men in the bar, sitting only a couple seats apart from each other, both gaping in horror at their computer screens.

Adam, whose black eye has begun to fade, scans the news in question in miserable silence, but Milo reads the headline aloud.

"Former president David Palmer assassinated..." He swears under his breath.

Tag either of the traumatized CTU pups, or both. They'll need a distraction.

(no subject)

[phineas-poe.livejournal.com]

[Prior to Milliways: Six days before. Checking out and checking in. Warnings for fragmented sentences.]

OOM: Previously on Bones...

[paladinsuitsyou]

Howard Epps's lawyer thinks her client is innocent and wants to save him from death row. Special Agent Seeley Booth wants to prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that Epps is guilty.

Even from behind bars, Epps continues to kill.

No one knows where the fire started, but the man in Howard Epps's cell is definitely dead.

(no subject)

[jedi-exile.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Kira has news for Revan. He freaks, she freaks, they all freak! You should read the thread to see the news, but since this is a summary, we might as well tell you: there's a baby on the way for one Ms. Kira Isek, Exile of the Jedi, and one Mr. Revan, former-Sith Lord.

This is going to get pretty interesting.]

(no subject)

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

There is an Ace, sacked out on the couch like the lazy cat she is, idly working through another one of her many metal ring puzzles. She's almost got this one sorted, she thinks.

And then maybe a nap.

Or a book, a book is good.

Sometimes, her life is so very hard, yes?

(no subject)

[burning-evil.livejournal.com]

OOM: Wherein Satan pays Jack of the Frost a visit.

[OOC: The conversation steers madly through the point of bondage, through the hedge of Stealing Boyfriends, into the murky pond of the finer points of Raising the Antichrist and ends up briefly somersaulting into the mire of who gets the blame for Murder at the Ballet. Nothing graphic whatsoever but if you feel any warnings are necessary...there you go.]

Pacing pacing

[red-cg-insanity.livejournal.com]

Hex is Pacing the floor of the bar, she's been here a few cycles now and nothing has really happened.

What she would like to is cause some chaos, but she's not sure what.

If you want to please let's conspire.

(no subject)

[truequest.livejournal.com]

There is a rather bored warrior propped up at the bar playing with a pair of wicked-looking daggers.

There's a glass of Jack Daniel's on the rocks nearby.

Bored...playing with sharp objects...and drinking. Good plan eh?

(no subject)

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

[OOM: With Raph's help, Indy learns the meaning of brownies without frosting, and exploits it to both of their benefits. Raph is not displeased, though Mike and Veronica may well be... at some point.

Millitimed to Wednesday afternoon.]

(no subject)

[bringonthewonder]

OOM: The Jeffersonian, Washington, D.C. On dealing with fear, playing games with serial killers, and the importance of the relative size of your weapon. Where weapon is used only partly metaphorically.




[OOC: This post kicks off a somewhat lenghty series of posts that will deal with the events of the Bones episode "The Man in the Cell," both in and out of the bar. The episode deals with a serial killer, so content may be mildly distrubing (but it is an 8:00 network show, so only mildly). Also, spoiler warnings apply.]

(no subject)

[pig-transcends.livejournal.com]

There is a large pink pig curled up by the fire, singing Eskimo Nell softly to himself.

(no subject)

[robbie-ross.livejournal.com]

Robbie comes from upstairs, dressed in fresh clothes.

He eyes the wall, hoping to see the door, but is disappointed when there is nothing but a wall to greet him. With a sigh, he heads towards the bar and orders a filet of beef with roasted potatoes and a glass of wine. He's still amazed by the appearance of the food, but only for a moment, then takes his plate and wine to a booth where he can eat quietly.

Once seated, he pulls out a notebook and a fountain pen and begins to make scribbled notations between bites of his food. It was horribly improper of him, but he doubted anyone would take note of his lack of manners at this moment.

(no subject)

[dats-dildoes.livejournal.com]

The blonde rock god was somewhat... no, better make that 'considerably' more inebriated than he usually was when he came through the door.

This was probably why it took him a few shouts of "Jeans Pierre!" Before realizing that he wasn't in the Mordhaus kitchen at all, but was, in fact, in Milliways.

He sighed, sulking off to go see what there was to see that evening.

(feel free to tag him here, otherwise he'll be out and about, apologies in advance for his even-less-than-usual coherency)

(no subject)

[evryinchbut1.livejournal.com]

Your server is: Valerie

Apron, tray, pad -- yep, definitely a waitress, wending her way between the tables. Feel free to flag her down.

(no subject)

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

Archie had come in from a practice session out back, got a cup of tea from Bar, sat down in one of the armchairs by the fire, and... promptly fell asleep. Somebody come poke him.

Entrance post

[paladinsuitsyou]

Booth is not a man who enjoys wasting his time. And chasing an escaped serial killer to a dangling telephone pretty much defines "waste of time," as far as he's concerned. And he's itching to know what was in the vial they found at the pay phone.

"How did he even find a pay phone in this day and age?" he snots as he follows Brennan back to her office. "I mean, aren't they supposed to be a dying thing? Why couldn't he get a cell phone like everyone else?"

He's so frustrated, he doesn't even notice that they're not actually in her office for a good ten seconds.

"Um, Bones? This...isn't where we're supposed to be."

The Jeffersonian's Medico-Legal lab is pretty space age, but not quite on this level.

He's very calm, and not judging. Not yet. No doubt that will come in a moment.

((OOC: Just offering up Booth. Brennan's busy at the moment, but feel free to bug our big, confused FBI agent!))

Multi-pup post

[shufti]

On one corner of the bar is Shufti and Jack. The todder is sitting drawing a very artistic scribble on some paper whilst his mum works through a book she borrowed from the bar.

She's been thinking, whilst going through all the planning for the wedding and realising she can't even begin to work out the costs. And coming to the decision that she wants to be able to at least give it a shot.

Having said that, she is entirely botherable. And stuck on question four.

***

John Steed is at the bar, having a whiskey with ice and surveying the scene.

The second time he entered from a different place from the first. But he had been knocked out on both occasions. And the people he met were right, no time did seem to pass whilst he was in, because he ran into the cybernaut again. Looks like they were telling the truth then.

He sits, pondering and people-watching.

***

Johnny Private is near the fire, with his socks and shoes off.

Depending on how unfortunately close you are, you may wish to complain about the smell of his feet. Because the last time he washed them was... well let's say it was some time ago.

(no subject)

[guppy_sandhu]

The doctor is in

Guppy is in a booth near the infirmary, laptop on the table in front of him.

He would appear to be watching some sort of documentary about rabbits. But he can turn it off or pull up a second chair if he has company.

(no subject)

[kayip.livejournal.com]

[OOM: And it's just feels like one failure after another.]

Behrooz is sitting in a booth, for once near the window. He's never really liked the view very much, but at the moment, he's leaning back against the seat, and his eyes are in the direction of the window.

Whether he's really paying much attention to it, though, isn't really clear. What is clear is that he's being slow about eating the small plate of baklava that came with the tea (thankfully instead of a newspaper, perhaps), and could perhaps use someone to snap him out of it.

(no subject)

[kitchen_maid]

Amy is tired. It's Christmas in Ambergeldar, and there's ever so much to do, and Susan is crawling into all sorts of places that it would never, ever have occurred to Amy that a 10-month old would even want to crawl, let alone actually crawl.

So she came in this even for a little peace and quiet and a nap. All of which she's had, in the House, and now she has stopped for tea and ginger cookies before she goes back.

She'd probably happily share either or both, and company would be just lovely.

Entrance post

[brokenjilly.livejournal.com]

A small, curly haired woman studies a stone object intently.

The object is about a foot high. About seven inches wide on top, and about five on the bottom. It's a tube, and it's clearly made of stone.

The mica and quartz veins shimmer in the light. It looks magical, just sitting there.

She's trying to see if she can make out the designs on its sides. They're faded, unclear, but she can tell they were complex and lovely once.

(no subject)

[teh-data-fork.livejournal.com]

Adam, still with a visible black eye and a nasty cut on his lip, swishes into the bar, talking a mile a minute on his cellphone.

"I need you to run that worldwide capability search for me; I can't have you wasting time updating the volumes--no, just forget about goddamn Interpol already, Becky! Jesus H. Christ."

He gracefully dodges a waitrat with a feat of gymnastics impossible to pull off without being Adam's special weird-ass brand of double-jointed, and collapses into a chair by the fire.

"I'll call you back."

(no subject)

[first_of_dana]

[OOM: Maidaladan Eve. The King and the Warrior are come to Gwen Ystrat, in the time and place of power for the Mother.]