milliways_bar | Apr. 13th, 2007

Apr. 13th, 2007

[Last week, in Milliways, Simon and Kaylee talked about various things. Including Peter Petrelli and Sylar.
It did not end well.
A few days later, Simon spoke to Peter Petrelli. It was inconclusive.

Out of Milliways: later that night, he and Kaylee talk again. Millitimed to the night of the 8th. Rated T for troubled.]

weeper-of-blood.livejournal.com

[ OOM: After being lightly grilled by Monk over recent allegations of torture, and locked away for ~~being beaten up~~ brawling, Le Chiffre has decided that co-operating with security is far too easy, and refuses to answer any questions with simple replies. For now, he's been left to simmer in a cell and fill himself with self pity. Feel free to visit, poke fun at, shout abuse, pull faces, or state 'wtf I saw you get beat like a girl' at him. ]

timedeniedme.livejournal.com

There is a cry of surprise and a crash from the kitchen. Shortly thereafter a bewildered looking redhead with blood running down her face walks out. She wipes absently at her forehead and then stares at her blood-covered hand in confusion.

Which serves as an excuse for her failure to notice that this? Is not the diner she was looking for. But Charlie is pretty quick on the uptake. She'll probably notice... eventually.

[ooc: Charlie comes immediately from the end of Heroes 1x08. The mun will be around most of the day, so don't hesitate to tag.]

longlonghair

Rapunzel is out back, sitting in front of an easel, with a pallet of watercolor paints in front of her. She is wearing one of Alex’s Hawaiian shirts, because she figures a bit of paint won’t really show up, if things get a bit sloppy. A large cup of coffee in a thermal cup sits to one side, almost forgotten

She has sketched out the lake scene before her, with the trees of the forest off to the side. She left out the pirate ship, mostly because she doesn’t think she is talented enough to do it justice, and partly because it looks rather incongruous in the scene. She is just beginning to add color, and is humming softly to herself as she works.

[[Mun's day is unpredictable--slowtimes very possible.]]

forgottenfeline

The door slams, hard. It's only after it does so that the cursing stops. A tall boy with orange hair looks around the bar, and glares.

"What the Hell? Shigurai, what did you do? "

No answer.

Hey, he doesn't know those people. His demeanor changes from angry to confused.

"Goddammit! Where am I?"

Welcome to Milliways, Kyo Sohma.

organicmeatbag.livejournal.com

Revan wakes up, jolted awake by a dream all too soon forgotten, and he knows that it's time to go back. He leaves quietly, kissing Kira on the forehead as she sleeps before dressing and grabbing what he came in with, there wasn't much, and heading downstairs. He doesn't leave any notes, doesn't say any goodbyes, just opens the door and slips out, closing it with a soft click behind him, as he turns to face the monsters that wait for him.

wheelsy_sheriff

Bill felt like a big breakfast today. But not some big Denny's breakfast where you order ham and get fried up lunch meat.

So he's pretty glad to be here this morning, with a real hamsteak that is almost off the plate, eggs, hashbrowns, toast and a cup of coffee and a glass of milk.

Yeah, that's the way you do breakfast.

gone_byebye

Ray walks into the Bar from- wonder of wonders- his usual door in the alley beside the Firehouse. He visited twelve convenience stores yesterday and not one of them sent him to the Bar by mistake. Okay, two of them were haunted and one was badly in need of a visit from city inspectors, but that's not the same as being hauled off to Milliways five times in a single day. That's just New York, right down to the slime.

He gets himself a cheeseburger and sits down at one of the tables with a bright shiny new piece of equipment- an extremely complicated little grinding wheel sort of device. The manual is printed in the Cyrillic alphabet, but that has yet to stop Ray when there is something funky to be read!

dontlooklisten.livejournal.com

Whistler and Suzi had an excellent vacation a little while ago, and he's glad about that, but now he sort of wants to get back to work. He hasn't heard a trunk line screech in his ear in weeks. You get to miss that kind of thing. Hopefully Suzi's settled whatever it is she needs to settle here, or will shortly. Right now, he's just going to find himself a nicely inobtrusive spot to sit- somewhere random, but in a location where he doesn't have to feel his way through six or seven other tables just to get to the Bar or the bathroom- and tinker with the settings on the Bar's sound system via remote.

Yes, he's aware other people might be listening. No, he doesn't really seem inclined to let that bother him.

blue-star-badge.livejournal.com

There was an assistant dishwasher, and his assistant, in the bar.

They've been around, really, they're just sneaky and you probably haven't seen them.

That is to say, Adric and Spoon the Mostly Clockwork Dragon with their usual wagon full of dirty dishes weaving through the tables. Feel free to distract them. Adric's friendly enough and the dragon likes snacks.

undignified

Wes has been ... around.

Today, of course, "around" means "behind the Bar", with an obnoxiously green shirt under his jacket and hair still damp from a shower.

There aren't any specials on the board, but he probably won't just suggest whiskey if you ask. Maybe.

"Hey -- what can I get you?"

[ooc: off at 3pm for a

kenovay! will try to tag slowtimes after that.]

kryptonkara.livejournal.com

[The day after April Fool's, Kara was in a mood. Will Scarlett got taken to the future, and then shopping.

The pit stop back at the apartment doesn't go exactly as planned, and so when they finally get to dancing Kara's mood is...not improved, and fairly contagious. Unfortunate things are said.

Sometimes, you just need a friend.]

[Warnings for making out, violence, adult language, and being epic in scale. Millitimed to April 2nd.]

thiefprinceremy.livejournal.com

Yep, it's that time again.

There was an entirely ~~ferret~~ catlike, and quite shirtless, thief sprawled on a couch near the fire. Feel free to poke him, or distract him with shiny objects.

mendanddefend_archive

Bob is out flying,
Marveling at the landscape.
Everything's green now.

* ~ * ~ *

Closer to the bar,
Artie is in the garden,
Nibbling on the grass.

~ * ~ * ~

Inside, Osaka
Is just starting in on lunch.
Mmm, octopus cakes!

[One mun, many pups.
Please tell me who you're tagging.
Haiku optional.]

hippodamio

The small boy who arrived last night in his tunic and sandals crept out the door after a while, thinking to avoid a thrashing for being late to supper- surely that much time had passed? But it seemed to him when he set foot again in the stables that no time had passed at all. It was all very strange, and he did not speak of it to anyone, save perhaps in questions to his tutor about this foreign people or that foreign god.

He has been asking Phoitios about all of the other people of the world all week, and it is slowly driving the man mad. Today he gave up and asked Hektor to fetch him something to ease his throat if he was going to keep asking so many, many questions.

To go by the look of him, it seems Hektor did not expect to see the feasting-hall full of foreigners in this part of his father's halls.

scrmifthishurts

Long days... longer weeks and she had only left for home once. It had involved King wondering where she'd been. She was starting to think that she was losing track of her days and nights. Of the things she held dear. King was the only family she had left and she wondered if she was truly worrying him. Shaking herself out of her thoughts she headed down to the main part of the bar and ordered herself some tea before going over and laying down on the couch. Once the ear pieces of her ipod were in, playing her typical techno music she was fine. Content almost.

Maybe.

gris_bug_man

Grissom is in the bar, going over a casefile.

Not a game of Clue, narration promises, even though it might read like one.

there-is-a-me.livejournal.com

Spoon made a telephone call. After it was over he picked up his sword and opened and closed the door until he found Milliways. Steel over his shoulder he picks his way toward the back door, face closed off and fag burning almost unheeded between his lips. He's not moving terribly fast, and the puppies following are quiet, but not subdued.

doctor-weir.livejournal.com

Today's the big day.

Elizabeth woke up extremely early and started gathering her stuff together. She'd have to leave all that she'd acquired in Milliways here of course -- bringing luggage on a suicide mission is not exactly the best plan ever.

John spent the morning checking and double-checking and triple-checking their weapons and ammunition. Elizabeth didn't try to stop him.

The both of them are leaving now, but if you want to catch one, there's still time.

[ooc: Only Weir-mun is about, but both characters are leaving for the canon restarting tonight.]

1st_starfighter

Alex was sitting on a small hill out back, and reading a book on hydraulic mechanicals that he had gotten from Bar. it was keeping his attention completely, and he had a small smile on his face.

He wanted to know as much as he could to help repair and maintain Helva and be a good crewman. So here he was, reading, thinking, and just enjoying the night air.

(ooc: Alex Rogan now has a new PB, James Lafferty. His old PB, genuine though he was, did not have very many pics and thus was hard to work with. To those who know him, he should appear as normal.)

dingdongdoodily.livejournal.com

Pickles was sitting around, really more lounging than anything, spread out sideways in a chair as he wrote in a notepad, writing down ideas for a song.

CaR wiTHouT a dRivER, TaKing THE whEEL aNd drivinG iT To safETy

SlEEpiNG wiTH THE ENEmy

SpuN ouT

HoT cHicKs

SHooTiNG aNyoNE THaT GETs iN youR way, pay off aNyoNE wHo sEEs

That's when he started crossing out the entire thing and crumpled that particular piece of paper, and dropped it. From the looks of things, he'd done this several times since he'd sat down. He's got his usual fortress of empties going on, and a cigarette between his lips.

simple-secret.livejournal.com

Buzz buzz and hum, newborn gnats swarming low near the water, zipping, darting, dodging playful nips from the furry orange animal as he trots along. The bright grass gets its share of examination, and here and there a sapling is sniffed at, rubbed, or tasted, snap of green and bendy twigs in small sharp teeth. Best of all are the falling petals from blossoming trees, brief snowshowers in the dappled warmth just inside the forest. Now and then, the boundless energy is put on hold for a few minutes in order to appreciate a particulary pleasing patch of sunlight.

A cool spring afternoon and a fox to share it with. Any takers?

iwenttomissouri.livejournal.com

Missouri's found the place so many times now that she's becoming a regular.

The margaritas are really good. So's the company.

Milliways is a nice distraction after a busy week of telling people what they need to hear.

killitwithfire

There's an Axel in the bar. At the bar. In a considerably good mood, as may be evidenced by the grin, and the sparkle in his eyes.

He's very botherable.

livingclockwork.livejournal.com

There is a new bratchny in the bar, viddying up the lewdies around him. Alex makes his way to the bar, and order a cold moloko, and pays for with some deng he stole from some starry malchick earlier that afterlunch.

He sits down to enjoy his mounch.

shepherd-sgh.livejournal.com

'If you’re willing to take the chance, the view from the other side is spectacular.'

It's eight in the morning. Dr. Derek Shepherd enters the elevator at Seattle Grace. He inputs data into his cell phone, sends out a few text messages, wonders why he hasn't ever made use of his BlackBerry and never fails to look up whenever the elevator doors open, feeling a slight tinge of disappointment when it's not Meredith Grey that he sees.

At the last stop, he steps forward and exits out into - Milliways.

Welcome, McDreamy!

Current Location: Seattle Grace Hospital --> Milliway's Bar

guppy_sandhu

Guppy, having escaped quarantine unscathed, is flopped asleep on the nearest sofa to the office door.
He'll move upstairs when he has the energy.

***

Shufti and Jack are in the middle of the room, playing a silly roly poly game on the floor. Lots of toddler tickling and snuggling is provided by Shufti; her son is returning the favour by jumping on her.

dragonofgrey.livejournal.com

This git has been around off and on. And it was the end of a weird, and exhausting week. He was lounging in a comfy seat, reading Machiavelli again.

"Since it is necessary for the prince to use the ways of beasts, he should imitate the fox and the lion, because the lion cannot defend himself from snares and the fox cannot defend himself from wolves. Therefore, it is important to be a fox in order to understand the snares and a lion in order to terrify the wolves."

"...I could give you an infinite number of examples from modern times, and show you numerous peace treaties and promises that have been broken and made completely empty by the faithlessness of princes: these knew well how to use the ways of the fox, and they are the ones who succeed. But it is necessary to know how to hide this nature and to simulate a good character and to dissimulate: for the majority of men are simple and will only follow the needs of the present, so that the deceiver can always find someone he can deceive."

Draco had to admit, this Muggle certainly had the most intriguing ideas. The Lion and the Fox. Well, he was the fox. And he knew who was like the lion...

mollyprewett.livejournal.com

[[OOM: As has become her habit, Molly writes another letter to her unborn child.]]

ahogarse.livejournal.com

Having almost caught the swing of this, Santi is out and a little more visible than usual. He's sitting at the base of a tree, almost entirely invisible, just the shadow of a boy showing up a little brighter than the dark bark of the tree. Easily overlookable, if you don't want to believe in ghosts.

It's probably just a trick of the light. And he's certainly ready to vanish if anyone tries to come all that much closer, if need be.

prydeful

There's a dragon curled around a woman's neck.

This...is kind of driving said woman nuts.

Or completely driving her nuts.

But she's trying to be patient, and Lockheed missed her.

This is also why she's drumming her nails against the side of the couch as she sits a few inches above it.

taishar_malkier

This late in New Spring, the ground is thawed enough for the mud to be subsiding slowly into solid ground, and tonight the moon will be a waning sliver. (Lan reads signs posted in the bar.)

And tonight, he has no Aes Sedai to keep watch over. Moiraine was not in the bar when he entered, and Nynaeve dozed off over her darning an hour ago.

What this means is that Lan has found himself a wide patch of more or less dry ground some distance from the bar door, and is working on sword forms. He's swift, he's tireless, and above all he's sure and deft. This has, after all, been his art and his survival since he was very young.