milliways_bar | Apr. 17th, 2007

Apr. 17th, 2007

[[OOM: Rapunzel spends a day in private, remembering--or trying.]]

just-a-soldier.livejournal.com

She's sitting at a table, tapping the blunt end of a dagger against a coffee mug. You don't worry about people, not here, don't become attached to them. You never know when someone will walk out that door and never return; so if she hasn't seen people in a while, it's nothing important. Simply thinking about those lost friends can be an exercise in itself, though not a particularly helpful one.

Clink. Clink. Clink.

Those thoughts breed apathy.

[OOC: This is a place-holding post, totally taggable, but threads won't be picked up until Sunday. ♥ See this post for details.]

Current Mood: bored

simon_doctor

[OOM: On Serenity, a minor change of plans.]

cheevy.livejournal.com

There is no way in hell anyone could mistake Miniver for someone sober tonight.

He'd gone two months. Two LONG months. But this was too much.

He's staggered awa from his friendly booze source, smelling of weed and whiskey, and is on the hunt.

He has his wand in his hand.

His eyes dart through the crowd. His expression twists his face into something wholly unlike himself.

He's hunting...

[ooc: plotly-type lock, sorry!]

pwyll_twiceborn

[OOM: Paul and Arthur, among others, have boarded the ship Prydwen to sail to Cader Sedat, the Isle of the Dead - but the journey by sea has its perils, and there is a reason that no one has before made it across this ocean.]

works-in-space.livejournal.com

[OOM: Back on Earth, Jim and Antonia reach a conclusion]

mollyprewett.livejournal.com

[[OOM: Molly and Cain’s cruise comes to an end, and they leave the ship. The calm only lasts a short while before a sense of urgency hits, and another adventure rears its head.]]

ETA: Now with 99% more content!

sinisteressex.livejournal.com

There's an evil geneticist in the bar. Well, another one, at any rate. For once, he's not drinking or studying. Instead, he's people watching.

After all, you don't get into the evil geneticist business if youre not interested in people.

hearthethoughts.livejournal.com

Matt Parkman is in the bar with a bowl of donuts.

Yes, you heard us right, Bowl, as in major table fixture, and donuts, as in baked goods with a hole in the middle. And Matt is currently under a mental command to eat those donuts.

So. He's sitting at the bar with his bowl and a cup of coffee. Life is so much easier when you're a telepath. At least he knows he's being screwed with.

That doesn't change the compulsion to eat them. Which means that if you don't tag him soon he'll start looking for people to forcibly feed them to.

[Now complete with fixed link! Lawwwl. XDD]

azure-mercy.livejournal.com

Zhaan feels much better today than she did yesterday. Her eyes have returned to their normal placid blue, and she no longer feels like she has to struggle with herself simply to move, or get herself through the day. She spent much of yesterday doing something mental. With her renewed energy, she can take a much-needed respite in something physical.

So Zhaan is outside, in a flat area close to the lake, wearing a simple tunic and trousers. She's doing forms in a style that looks a lot like Tai Chi - the old-fashioned, puts-the-martial-in-martial-arts kind - mixed with the blocks and grabs of Wing Chun and the precise, short-arm jabs of Praying Mantis.

A human who is knowledgeable about these things would probably consider her to be very, very good, perhaps even a master. Delvians, though, have much, much longer lives in which to practice and perfect their skills, so in her own view, Zhaan is no more than reasonably proficient.

She's been practicing for a while, probably long enough that she wouldn't mind an interruption.

Current Mood: energetic
Current Location: Out Back of Milliways

works-in-space.livejournal.com

Jim sat in thought, in civvies today. Tomorrow, he would be reporting once again to Earth Spacedock, for a formal tour of his new ship. He would commence shuttling back and forth from the ship to Starfleet Command, selecting a senior staff, overseeing a thousand details, coping with the bureaucratic minutiae. He was looking forward to all of it.

If only things could be different with Antonia. The end of the affair left him, if not sad, wistful and a little nostalgic. There would be a few lonely nights, as there had always been in his first tour of duty. There would be times he would hope to tell something to her, and she'd be far away and in another life. If only...

Jim, however, was not one to dwell on the "if only" of life. No, he was looking forward to being in the command chair tomorrow. Even if perhaps he was looking backwards to a fateful horse ride in Idaho.

Come say hello to the captain.

alorn-bear.livejournal.com

Belar's not going much of anywhere today. The Dorbed are getting ready for one of the most celebrated athletic festivals in Mongolia, and for that they mostly invoke their ancestors. As for the Alorns, well, it's springtime and hoo nelly are there a lot of requests out there- too many to sort through them all from Earth, that's for darn sure. So Belar is here, at a nice comfortable table not too far from the Observation Window, with a sign up reading ANSWERING PRAYERS - BACK IN 15 MINUTES. It decrements every ten seconds or so, counting down to zero.

gone_byebye

Ray walks into the Bar making a slight face. "Hey," he calls out. "Does anybody here know anything at all about Yankton, South Dakota? Or, heck, South Dakota in general? I've got a business trip to make..."

He doesn't look very enthusiastic about it.

will_scarlett

After drinking with Pickles, it takes Will a little longer to get out of bed in the morning since he now has a hangover to add to his various aches and pains and with a little less limping, but still aching he winds up on a couch by the fireplace.

He grabbed a blanket from the infirmary and has a pot of weak tea on a nearby table, but ended up falling back asleep as soon as he lay down. Since if he's asleep then he won't worry about the mess with Kara, hopefully, his dreams have other things to say since Will is not sleeping peacefully. The nightmares are back with a new twist, another blonde face to sneer at him and give a different sort of pain, wake him before they get worse.

stubborn-annie.livejournal.com

Harry has been entirely too smug the past day or so for some reason, and it's irritating Annie; well, she'll deal with that as best she can. Right now she just wants a break from her husband's version of I-know-something-you-don't-know. She's got her tea, and she's got a seat by the fire, but she's also on a whim acquired an earthenware crock and filled it with a quantity of flour and water. "Excuse me," she says to one of the wait-rats. "I don't suppose you could take a note to Bernard or Mikey for me? I'd like to talk to them about leaving this here for a while..."

undignified

[OOM: not content with screwing up one relationship, Wes apparently decides he just doesn't need anyone. Or something like that.]

velocitygirl

[OOM: After this, Inyri has no idea what happened, and so she runs away and realises that this is the most alone she's ever been, and there's no one left to lie to her and tell her it will be okay now. She also manages to reduce her mun to tears.]

poisonwine

Belle is in bar again. And this time, she's a bit less twitchy. Still armed, mind, and still somewhat dangerous, but she's ordered a coffee, having found out that caffeine is good. There is also a bowl of chili and a packet of cigarettes.

Botherable, as always. Step right up and see if you're one of the lucky ones she'll remember!

bannion_sight

[OOM: Paul Schafer has his journey to make -- and elsewhere, Kim Ford begins her own.]

[Millitimed to Friday, April 13th.]

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

There is an Ace, in the bar, despite rumors to the contrary that she never leaves her TARDIS. She is, most uninterestingly, filling out paperwork. Despite everything else, she's still a very recently graduated Time Lord, and needs to send reports in to Gallifrey every so often to keep them satisfied that she hasn't gone rogue or something.

Generally, she thinks there's a paperwork-eating monster somewhere in the lower levels that they feed this all too. But that's not a question one asks of those in power, no.

...

Also, people doing paperwork generally don't hum happily while they do so.

But she is, actually, a happy little pyro, sitting on the couch, doing paperwork, with a glass of something... fruity-looking on the side table.

What an odd duck.

ltmuldoon.livejournal.com

[OOMs: Five years ago, Muldoon Screwed a friend over, and Ruined his life. The thing about making major mistakes like that is, you always Get yours in the end. And it's not the fact that it hurts you, it's The people you leave behind Rated M for Mature, T for Teen, O for Ow, S for still in progress, and R for Rpsterbation and Restricted. Warning. Gooey, Gorey, and Sad content within.]

Today is an anniversary of some things. Several things in fact.

Which is why when Muldoon ends up back in the bar he hesitates-

Before striding purposefully to the bar and ordering a bottle of Curevos.

As an afterthought he orders one to go.

And food. Eating would be good. Tonight's meal is pasta with feta cheese which makes him do a double take-before he remembers. That's right.

Perhaps another reason to mark today.

that bottle of Booze looks awfully tempting doesn't it? Chances are if you'll come by he'll pour you a glass.

forgottenfeline

Kyo is sitting at a table, looking through a book. It's a manga, and if one looks at the pictures/reads Japanese, it's a fighting manga to boot.

He's also tapping his free hand on the table. Feel free to tell him to stop.

dingdongdoodily.livejournal.com

Pickles staggered in a hangover daze down the stairs and into the bar proper, yawning and scratching his head, muttering to himself.

Then he muttered to the bar, and she produced a lunch of a ham sandwich, with a cup of coffee, two asprin, and a shot of whiskey.

He took a seat in a booth and promptly dropped his head down on the table.

"Shouldnt'a had that last bottle of Jager. Ugh."

Botherable? Yes!

hatchingviper.livejournal.com

((OOM: Under strong and constant pressure, even those who try to be the best survivors may find themselves visited by angst.

They just. . . process it a little differently. Rated O for Ow and N for Needs More Zombies.))

A man in black crosses the bar and opens a door, leaving without looking back.

Maybe he was never there at all.

wizard_dresden

"Harry... you're going to be late."

"No I'm not. I'm on the stairs - it's close enough."

"Whatever you say, Harry. What are the specials?"

"Why do you have to make everything so complicated?"

Specials
The drinks of Spring

"Order up."

street-sparrow.livejournal.com

There is a boy in the bar, at a table in the middle of the room. There's a rat sitting in front of him and the two of them are deep in what looks like intent conversation.

He's got a tricky problem to figure out, if it can be done.

undignified

There are no cookies today, nor any milkshakes or glasses of whiskey. Just Wes, and an abandoned folded-over datapad.

He's sitting at a table in the middle of the bar, staring at the door with his chin resting on his folded arms.

He's very quiet.

dragon_twin

Melou is quite possibly never going to agree to babysit again, because it seems whenever he does, they end up here. Which might not be a bad thing now that he thinks of it, because hey, people here likes babies don't they, and he can potentially get someone to help him. Or at least hold Rhoslyn for a while.

For now, Melou and a two year old not-quite princess are sitting in a booth, one with coffee and another with juice. Neither look particularly pleased.

takiena_called

[OOM: The Wild Hunt descends on Fionavar for the first time in thousands of years.

But not without interference.]

not-a-surgeon.livejournal.com

There was a lot of work ahead of her, but at least she had a start.

And more importantly, the start was looking like it was going to work. The last board she'd built, for all it was a board instead of a chip, hadn't blown up when she'd hooked up the power. Nothing else had happened, but... it hadn't blown up.

She was considering that a victory.

So now she had some more simulations to run on the next design. As soon as she was sure of the new design, anyway.

guppy_sandhu

The doctor is in

Guppy is near the infirmary, hunting under the table for his pen torch, which he dropped a couple of minutes ago and now can't find.

deathtowheaties.livejournal.com

For some reason, the bar has deighted in grabbing him when he's just been swimming. This time, he's on his way inside from Burn's pool. So he's mostly naked, dripping wet, and without his shades and backpack.

He tries to catch the door, but to no avail. Poor poor Cereal.

Come comfort him?

kayip.livejournal.com

There's a pretty standard ritual when you're Bound - come in, check and see if you still are, and when it turns out you are, moodily go over to the Bar and order something.

(Though, the outcome tends to be the same even if you aren't Bound. Because it's still nice to get something from the Bar first.)

In any case, Behrooz is still Bound, though he probably should have come to that conclusion the third or fourth time he did this today. At the moment, he's moodily slipping into a seat at the Bar, and orders tea.

There's also some baklava. He'd grudgingly greatful for it.

gravity_shifter

New note and occupants in the cells for Security.

masterofritual

Morning ~~afternoon~~ ~~evening~~ ~~whatever~~ finds Steerpike still curled up on the floor, having spent the night sleeping under the table of one of the booths, with his mouth half open and a soft snoring sound emanating from the vicinity of his head.

He may or may not be dreaming, though if he is, the occassional twitch and the movement of an arm to shield his head suggests that it may be of hiding from a beating.

Someone wake him up and save him?

Current Mood: sleepy

robbie-ross.livejournal.com

Robbie walks into the bar, loaded down with books and papers.

He frowns.

This wasn't where he'd intended to be, but Milliways does that sort of thing to one's schedule.

He goes with the change of venue as he does with everything in his life: with unsurprised poise and dignity. Robbie chooses a table and unloads his belongs, setting everything up just right before going to Bar and requesting ink and pen.

Even detours to the bar at the end of the universe required one to keep up their studies.

Robbie returns to his table and opens a large, rather dusty tome on the Greeks and their social society. He dives into it, reading and making quick, scrawling notations. He has a secretary now who transcribes those notes, so he no longer has to worry about the quality of his penmanship.

dragonvolunteer.livejournal.com

It's been quite some time since Cimorene has had a moment to slip away from hustle and bustle of the Mountains of Morning, so she's taken advantage of this evening's uncharacteristically light schedule and has ensconced herself in a booth with a glass of wine and a book. She's not really reading it, though, and instead allows her gaze to wander over the bar in hopes of seeing some old friends, perhaps, or even some new ones.

stuck-mynock.livejournal.com

[OOM: In which there are gibbering Rodians, stealth fields and mechanical eyeballs.]

Atton enters the bar, rubbing at his shoulder absent-mindedly. There's a pause, while he looks at the door, considering walking out again, before he shrugs and heads over to the Bar to order a mug of caffa and a datapad, which he settles down in a booth with.

He doesn't seem to be particularly interested in the datapad. He spends more time people-watching than he does reading it.

Botherable.

dark-ex-watcher.livejournal.com

Wesley comes down from the upstairs rooms, and doesn't break stride until he's reached Bar and ordered a double of Lagavulin.

It's not every day that you spend the afternoon in Asar-Suti's Library and come across a passage in the Scrolls of Marius like:

"...And so it is that the errant son shall prove a burden to the father. As the Seven Prophets have written, he shall stray from the path appointed to him. Treachery will be his companion, even as his closest allies prove false in his hour of need. Why, one might almost think the Prophets were speaking of you, Mr. Wyndham-Pryce...."

As a rule, former Watchers don't normally find themselves addressed by name in scrolls written several thousand years before they were born.

Wesley has the sinking feeling this is the start of something new and probably unpleasant...

mogget_cat

Edielweiss ~~with ease commands her mighty steed~~ is curled up on the small of Yrael's back, tonight. Yrael himself is stretched out on his stomach in front of the fire, reading aloud to his goddaughter.

The Cat Who Walked By Himself has long been one of her favorite stories. Especially since Yrael changed the ending. Silly humans, ruining a good story.

hippodamio

[OOM: Horse-tamers have got to begin somewhere.]

The light on the other side of the door has the flickering quality of small flames to it. Hektor creeps through the door and closes it quietly behind him; no one has seen him out and about just yet, and he does not much want to go to bed now if he can avoid it. He had meant to creep down to the stables and slip past the groom while the man was sleeping heavy, but got no further than Milliways.

Ah, well. Perhaps there is still something to be done before going to bed.

fire-admiral.livejournal.com

This place is... very strange, to say the least. Nothing at all like any tavern back home in the Fire Nation, and definitely nothing like anything he's seen in the Earth Kingdom. And the people- well, he's been serving in the Fire Navy for as long as he can remember, so he's seen a lot of the world, but even Zhao has to admit that they come in more varieties here than he was prepared to admit existed before.

Strangers, and without any knowledge of him. That's not a particularly helpful thing. On the other hand, they're not especially likely to be hostile straight off, so there's that. And since he's still got the words of the Ocean Spirit ringing in his ears... bah. He'll find a way back, Spirit or no. Why, one of these strangers from some other world might know how to get around that blasted spirit's declaration (and give it a good taste of vengeance, as long as he's at it).

That's a prospect Zhao can live with, all right. The question is, of course, where to start...

cheevy.livejournal.com

[OOM: Miniver plays nurse.]

In theory, he knows it's not a great idea for him to show his face down at the bar. Unfortunately, Miniver is extremely hungover and slept less than an hour the night before, thus his thought processes are not exactly clear.

He knows how to care for Draco's injuries. He grew up learning intimately and repetatively all the ways one can be bruised and battered and how it feels and what helps. Other than booze. He does what he can. Draco is still asleep, deeply enough that Miniver feels he can leave him long enough to come downstairs for a little while.

He collapses into a bar stool and immediately a tall glass of water and a few asperin appear. He swallows the asperin, takes a few sips of the water, and puts his head down on his arm on the bar.

He might be asleep. Or might not. All are welcome to poke him to make sure he's not dead.