milliways_bar | Apr. 14th, 2007

Apr. 14th, 2007

morelikeasponge.livejournal.com

Peter is sprawled by the fireplace, nose in a bulky hardcover about nuclear weapons testing.

He's taking up most of the couch.

talkstohats

[OOM: In which Sophie procrastinates to a bored fire demon.

Now starring Sophie Hatter as Aunt Jenkins, and Calcifer as himself.]

lady_moon

Moon is in a Mood tonight.

It could be a combination of things.

Probably is.

Doesn't much matter, the point is, she's a little off this evening. Mons and Mare are nearby, but they don't get too close to her. Moon found some Peeps, little purple sparkling candies, and now she makes them waddle about her table, cheeping at her.

Beside the handful of waddling purple chicks are her cards, but they seem to be ignored for the time being. Her fascination is directed at the Peeps.

Too bad she didn't have pink ones, too. Pink and purple sparkly things would have been pretty.

lichvell-r.livejournal.com

You know, a few days ago, someone introduced the Demi-Lich to death metal music. Obviously, that made the half-undead girl very curious.

Yesterday, Ravin got from Bar one of those high-capacity MP3 players. Care to come find out what she is listening to? Whatever it is, it does bring a smile to her lips.

azure-mercy.livejournal.com

Asar-Suti is purple, she'd been told. You can't miss him. Although where she came from it was not entirely unusual to be purple, or red, or blue, so she wasn't sure if this information was adequate. But since purple people were not nearly as common here (she'd only seen one other, who was female), she supposed it would do.

Zhaan goes out into the garden, where Asar-Suti can often be found. In any case, this garden is where she'd like to find a place for herself - especially now that she's in a job where she'll need the herbs.

Current Location: The Garden Out Back

not-de-la-vega.livejournal.com

It was a foggy, somewhat gloomy morning in the Napa valley, so Zorro was mildly surprised to find the weather outside the bar much the same.

He didn't mind it much however, after all, weather was weather and he still had to practice no matter what it was like.

Which is to say: man in black out by the lake with a rapier and a longish dagger, going through the motions, feel free to interrupt.

futures_of_ash

"Yes, I slept. I promise"

"No, I'm not lying"

"You know I hate pills"

"...and they're pink pills"

"Yes, an hour or so I guess."

"No, I'm on shift..."

"I..."

Guess which security member just lost a fight with a magical, mothering chunk of wood and was now sitting on a couch, wrapped in a blanket? She wasn't even on fire this morning, though the flames in the fireplace nearby did flicker and snicker at her loss. Or so it seemed to her.

Distract the mutant before she got mopey?

[Slow eventually, open to all]

ltmuldoon.livejournal.com

Human beings in times of duress can accomplish amazing things. They develop superhuman abilities, get knocked down and crawl out of car wrecks with rods through their stomachs.

The man at the table has accomplished amazing things. Like right now. When he first arrived? He was seriously debating putting a bullet in his head. He'd finally lost it. He was seeing people in a New York bar in an Afghan house. Fuck you very much.

But if this phenomenon is real then he's going to make sure of it. That means going back armed with information. Human beings in times of duress are capable of amazing things because they hold onto things that make them them.. That's why he's not loosing it. He's got his habits. Things that make him him.

So there's a man in a corner of a bar wearing a futuristic gas mask with a piece of paper and a list. ~~Tarantino and Rodriguez characters like making lists~~

He's got a reasonably good list of things to do when he returns to his world, along with things to find out. He doesn't want to make his guys think he's crazy. It shouldn't matter after everything that he's done for them, but all the same.

Occasionally he checks his watch and checks his readout before he goes back to writing. He could be bothered.

dats-dildoes.livejournal.com

The rockstar was back, even despite his repeated traumas and his drummer's dire warnings, he actually liked the place. Besides, this time he'd come prepared just in case he got locked in again.

Just at the moment he was sprawled in a chair near the fire, amp tuned to an almost normal volume, going over practice pieces that he basically made up as he went along.

Feel free to tell him to turn it down, or up, or whatever.

azure-mercy.livejournal.com

Following her conversation with Asar-Suti, Zhaan leaves a note on the board.

( For Malu or Russell the alchemist )

observethesound.livejournal.com

It was coming into spring. A time for cherry blossoms, and all manners of flowers and life to begin anew. The one sometimes called Kuan Yin was strolling outside, smiling softly. Enjoying the warming weather, and the sunlight being scattered on occasion by passing clouds.

callitavesper.livejournal.com

[ In flat 007: Yesterday, April 13, was James Bond's birthday, bar-time. Sarah Jane and James celebrate accordingly. Warning for sexual content and the return of the action figure. ]

http://users.livejournal.com/_mother_dearest/

A rather pretty young woman in a dark silk dress is sitting in a chair by the fire with a glass of wine and a thick, old book. The dress is cut in a severe, modest style and her hair is pulled back in an equally severe braid. A curved blade sits sheathed beside her.

Come talk with her. She will be irate with you for disturbing her, but you don't know that.

torch-reporter.livejournal.com

[OOM: After a talk with Clark goes bad, Chloe goes to try to talk some sense into Riley and certain secrets are finally spilled. Millitimed to a few nights ago, I think.]

dingdongdoodily.livejournal.com

"Ehn, I suppose I should head back." Said the bored rock star after stirring awake from his seat and mass of bottles and empty glasses and cans.

Pickles stood, took his guitar, his pad of paper and pen, and to the door he went to face his immediate future.

"Gad, I hope this won't go too badly. Probably have to listen to Bullets whine. Effin' Bullets."

And with that, Pickles left.

underwater-owl.livejournal.com

Random's actually coming to the bar by choice this afternoon. Namely, because he has some reading to get done and this is a good place to get some extra time. He can do it here for a few hours before he has a pick up to make. Tonight's also his night to work at the club, which is why the clothes he's wearing are a little dressier, a little cooler than maybe his normal finger-painting jeans and frog-hunting t-shirt.

He only works one or two shifts a week anyways. So this is more of a treat than a job, since he very much loves the work he does at the club. Drumming's always been a passion, long as he can remember. Which is obviously a very, very long time.

priestoftravel.livejournal.com

There's a dead priest plucking the strings of an acoustic guitar off beside the fireplace.
Nicholas Wolfwood hadn't played for a long time, and he had to kick the dust off that part of his mind. He recalled the last time he really played was for his kids at the orphanage, and it went a little something like...

How did it go again? Hell.

He started strumming, a simple tune, most definately one of those songs kids would get into, a campy, happy sort of song.

Sure, he ~~knows~~ knew the blues, but it would take time. It had been years since he'd had a guitar.

Requests?

always-a-liar.livejournal.com

Out of Milliways:

Forty-Seven: Flitting Thoughts

Forty-Eight: Ravings

[OOC: Warnings for weapons-grade crazy and Shakespeare. As always, the rest of the plot may be found here.]

Current Location: Tackleford, England

runmakitarun.livejournal.com

Makita's been around, really. She's still sleeping in the bar itself in an out of the way booth.

This evening she's gotten her guns from Bar and is going over them cleaning them. Not that they need them, Bar keeps them in good condition. It's just that sometimes you need to keep things hands-on.

What she's doing is not urgent, or pressin, or strictly necessary, so an interruption wouldn't be a bother really.

truequest.livejournal.com

Zelda walks downstairs and leaves a note with Bar for Link and Midna.

"Just make sure they get that, madam." she says with a smile. The note disappears and Zelda heads through the door to Hyrule.

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

This is Ace.

This is Ace with a mug of cocoa and a book and a fluffy fluffy blanket, all curled up on the couch.

Comfort queen.

There's also a Doberman, but she's busy roaming the surrounding area looking for easy marks.

goodbyesandusky.livejournal.com

A young man bobbed into the bar, nudging the door open with his back, headphones on, bag slung haphazardly over his shoulder, sketchbook under his arm and featherboa trailing.

He was in the middle of doing the unstuck before he realized just where he was, and then he grinned, lowering the headphones, "Oh man am I glad to see this place.

hippodamio

Phoitios got his drink, in the end, and that was that; Hektor seemed to be out of questions when he returned. That peace lasted only a little while. It has been a fortnight since the boy was last in Milliways, and in all that time he has been such a pest that his tutor has finally set him the job of learning to read even the oldest writings in earnest, and begged the King to send for more bards, because someone is going to have to feed the boy what he wants to know.

It may happen that someone might do so tonight, because when Hektor crept out of his bed to use the midden, the door back to his room led to Milliways instead.

milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com

Wells won't be ordering anything that requires a whole lot of chewing today. A particularly young Slayer from Manitoba is really fucking fast. He's still got all his visible teeth, but there's a big fucking bruise on the right side of his face that can't mean anything good for his jaw. He's smiling anyway, though. He earned that bruise. Not to mention Spoon's been whittling up a bunch of wooden toys, both for Susan and for the new baby on the way.

The coldpack he periodically considers holding to his face is as close as he's ever gonna get to American-style chilled beer, but he's in a good enough mood to talk to nearly anyone just now.

forced-pilgrim.livejournal.com

Monkey is quiet today, which (for anyone old enough to remember him) is much more startling than a noisy flurry of transformations.

He's sitting cross-legged on a chair, which he's balanced carefully on the center of a table, and is diligently trying to work the knots and tangles out of a silvery net.

And he's a four-foot tall monkey in a saffron robe. Quiet or not, he tends to attract attention.

called_lioness

[OOM: Time passes, people dream.]

There is one blonde woman in the bar with an apple, a book, and a purple dragon on her lap. (This would be Lavender. Lilac is, quite likely, up to no good, and Lucy is sure she'll find out how at some point.)

She's not, really, reading the book. She's more focused on stroking the dragon's tail and watching the room absently.

guppy_sandhu

Guppy, having repaid his five day period of megainsomnia with eighteen hours sleep, is looking unusually perky.

He's by the infirmary, case notes on one side and a pile of books on the other. He doesn't think he has much chance of finding anything, given that it's a virus in a different world and he used up most of the sample finding out if he and Fran were carrying it.

He's botherable though. And in possession of donuts.

***

John Steed is under one of the tables, looking for a missing pen lid.

He wouldn't have bothered, but it's not the sort of pen one would want to leave uncapped.

enchantingtales.livejournal.com

[Pre-Milliways: In the kingdom of Persia, there is a wedding.

Scheherazade is not so sure she will live to see the next day.]

enchantingtales.livejournal.com

[OOM: Scheherazade's ploy appears to be working. Warning for some sexual references.]

Scheherazade is still in her dressing gown when the door that she opens turns out to lead, not to King Shahryar's gardens, but to a strange, dimly lit room made all of wood.

She frowns.

I must have taken the wrong door ...

But somehow, she rather doubts it.

mutinyandmurder

The bar door opens, letting in a blast of ocean scented air and a cloud of black smoke. Someone stumbles forward, coughing and sputtering.

When the smoke clears, the girl looks around. And it is a girl, one with soot streaked and rough cut canvas clothes, and damp, tangled hair.

The door shuts behind her. She sinks to her knees and rests her hands on the floor, next to her bare feet.

"God almighty," says Charlotte Doyle, staring with wide eyes.

clumsy_auror

Sometimes you need to do your experimenting in an unfettered location. Someplace where one's culinary snob of a husband isn't looking over your shoulder and making 'suggestions.'

It's a sad day when the Milliways kitchen is the quietest place you can find to make a batch of muffins.

Fortunately, there are plenty of helpers in the form of waitrats. Holly, in particular, seems to be a dab hand at baking.

If you don't mind a little flour on your nose, you're welcome to pop your head into the kitchen.

waylostandfound.livejournal.com

Another night, and still Bound. Nathan settled in at a table with a newspaper, and a few books by him. The Activating Evolution one was there, but hidden under some political books. The salt and pepper shaker and the napkin holder positioned just so in front so the binding on the bottom would be hard to read.

Also a light dinner, pasta dish by the look of it, with sweet sausage and seasoned tomato sauce, barely touched.

keyblade-girl.livejournal.com

No school today, today is a day is - or perhaps more accurately was, as the sun is now setting - a day of rest. Kairi is sitting on the sand, watching the waves come in. It's calming.

When the last rays of the sun are starting to disappear, she gathers up her shoes with a sigh - slips them on her feet and starts to make her way home.

The light is on when she gets there, she can see it welcoming her through the windows.

She opens the door...And isn't home.

She grins.

Time to go looking for her friend. No, for her friends.

walker-cain.livejournal.com

[OOM: Cruise, Last Call! They enjoy the last port of call in the cruise, shopping, eating, and having, as usual, their own little adventures... Rated Mature for mention of adult topics and F for fun.}

hatchingviper.livejournal.com

((OOM: So far, (with overall warnings for general disturbingness, and violence and gore in the second of these,) on the first and second days back. . . well, it could be going worse.))

mistressmaryquitecontrary

Day Two of servitude.

(For Mary. It's been longer in-bar, but she doesn't know that.)

She still looks defiant as she moves around collecting plates from tables, but she's at least slightly less scowly than she was the last time.

Nonetheless, if you're sitting at any of the tables in the bar, odds are that eventually you will hear the stomp of small angry feet, followed by a snatching of plates and cups. Probably before you are quite finished with them.

dragonofgrey.livejournal.com

Draco was in the bar again, sitting at a table, and the moonstone pendant gleamed around his neck. Currently the napkin was turning very odd colors, sometimes patterned, sometimes neon, sometimes something metallic and shiny. He waved his wand over it idly, clearly bored, and needing a distraction. Sometimes he fiddled with the necklace, almost raising it over his head at times.

Definitely bored.

tibetanmethod

" -- oh."

Dale Cooper looks momentarily discomfited to find himself in Milliways -- he's got an armload of black suits, having come straight from the cleaners -- but worse things have happened, and he can still see the front door.

A moment later finds the suits draped neatly over a chair, and Cooper in another chair with a damn fine cup of coffee. And as soon as he's through with it, he's going.

He's still on his break from getting caught in sand traps and otherwise not being normal, you see.

It is just very difficult to resist Milliways coffee when the opportunity gets thrust upon you.

agnes_nitt

[OOM: Agnes says goodbye to her first love.]

Agnes walks in from Tim's world, still fighting tears, and heads straight to her room. Her original witch's blacks no longer fit, so Bar thoughtfully provides her with a more appropriate set. She takes one last look around at the room that has been her home these past thirteen months and then, with her hat firmly on her head, heads back downstairs to the bar for some paper and a pencil.

( To Elaine )

That taken care of, she writes a second note. "This should go to anyone who asks about me, but most particularly, Molly, Steph, Meg, and Ben," she tells Bar.

( To my friends )

She walks to the door, takes a deep breath, opens it, and steps through without looking back.