milliways_bar | Apr. 18th, 2007

Apr. 18th, 2007

[OOM: After all this . . . Sophie's day does not improve. In fact, it gets noticeably worse.

Pt. 1: In which Howl de-canines the dog-man. Surprisingly, there is not much rejoicing.

Pt. 2: In which Sophie goes on a (weed)-killing rampage, and comes to a horrific realization.

Hearts are stupid, stupid things. And not only when you're old.]

visible_sariel

There goes that wall, turning grey and slide-y again.

A moment later there's a swish, and Sariel's across the threshhold, uniform, communicator and all. From behind her comes a second's worth of sound, people walking and talking, albeit carried from far enough down whatever corridor she's left that they miss seeing the bar. Then the door's hissed shut, leaving one ensign on the Milliways side.

"Oh, gods--now it's in my quarters. At least it's not my bathroom again." and at least it hasn't caught her at the start of her shift this time.

She'll thank whoever drew up the duty roster and stuck her with tonight's late watch later. Right now, she's crossing to Bar and ordering coffee and oatmeal. Mmm, breakfast.

Coffee that smells strongly like vanilla. Oatmeal with more than a few raspberries stirred in. And a content-looking Ensign Rager occupying a seat at the bar.

She's nice. She'll share. Just bring your own spoon.

OOC: Must duck offline for about an hour the better to not miss class. will pick up all tags when I return. Back!

azure-mercy.livejournal.com

When Zhaan comes down the stairs in the morning, she doesn't head straight to the Bar: instead, she goes into the infirmary, and comes out a few minutes later with a small vile of some unpleasant-looking yellowish-green substance. She takes this over to the Bar and sits down in one of the seats. "Bar, please give this to Seymour Krelborn for me, when you next see him. And please let him know that it's the gakesh-bane I promised." The vial, once placed on the Bar's surface, disappears.

Nodding with satisfaction, Zhaan orders breakfast. What she's got looks like some kind of porridge and fruit, but the porridge is an unusual shade of orange and the fruit resembles nothing seen on Earth.

Bother the Delvian, if you like. She'd appreciate company at breakfast.

Current Mood: calm
Current Location: At the Bar

bodiesfordad.livejournal.com

Today William Block takes the stairs two at a time, practically tripping before he hits the bottom step and peers expectantly at the......

Wall.

Great. Just. Fucking. Perfect.

Letting out a long drawn out sigh he heads back upstairs before coming down in his coat and glasses, rubbing his eyes.

When he gets to bar, he's promptly given a breakfast of Huevos Rancheros, a cup of coffee, and This.

The breakfast is eyed with interest, the book...
Well, he's never turned down a good book to tell the truth.

Propping it up like a kid reading at the breakfast table he digs in. Now isn't this interesting...

prone-to-panic.livejournal.com

There is an Archie. Well, there is always an Archie, but this morning, he is out back, between the bar and the lake shore practicing very precise drills with his sword. It's kind of like a dance, and Archie likes to dance. Every so often he'll pause to wipe the sweat from his face and take a sip from the mug sitting on a nearby rock, and then he starts back up again.

no_justice

Good morning, Lady Bar. Would you be so kind as to provide me with a jar of jam?

It's times like this, when one sees a skeleton sitting at a bar, studying jar of jam, occasionally by sticking a spoon in it and taking out a sample, that one might...

...well, I don't know. You tell me.

will_scarlett

After talking with Barbara, Will finally manages to sleep in the infirmary, not as long or as deep as he needs, but sleep. When he wakes up he thinks about who he is and what waits on the other side of the door and when he gets dressed, he buckles on his sword belt, feeling the comfortable weight by his side, then walks into Bar.

The limp is almost gone as are the bruises, Will looks better as he sits on a stool at Bar not sure what to ask for, she gives him a bowl of porridge and tea and a new and clean linen shirt that makes him blink and laugh, dropping a gold coin onto her surface. He's eating and thinking, preparing to go outside and make sure that when his door appears, he will not fall.

hearthethoughts.livejournal.com

Last night, Matt Parkman made a choice. One way or another even if he doesn't pass the tests, it's a major change.

So he's nervous. That's radiating out.

But if everything works out? He'll be a cop again. That was all he ever wanted to do. Serve and protect. And the fact that he was a good cop and was shit on by the guys he worked with...

Matt Parkman in the bar, making plans. Big stack of papers to his left.

They're mostly being ignored in favor of the cup of coffee and doodling little spirals on an empty piece of paper.

hero_farmboy

[OOM: In Smallville, Clark isn't having much fun.]

Clark doesn't hang around the main bar very long when he enters - too loud today - and heads outside, walking along the lake shore. He can still hear just about everything that's going on, right down to the rustle of demon bunnies in the forest, but at least out here the conversations emanating from the bar overlap enough that it's more a background buzz.

It's preferable to a hundred mooing cows, at any rate.

He stops a fair distance away from the main building and picks up a few rocks, casually tossing them into the water. Occasionally, he actually puts a tiny bit of effort into it and a few land clear on the opposite shore.

jack_f_twist

[Out on Shadow: Chores can be kind of boring.

It's always nice to have some company around. Even if they're not much for talking.]

velocitygirl

Inyri's in the bar...after a day of hiding out in her room.

And she's eaten something, oddly enough. She, who doesn't do anything when she's upset, ate lunch and on the outside she doesn't look that upset.

She doesn't have much emotion showing. She's just reading a book.

Botherable.

organicmeatbag.livejournal.com

[OOMs: En-route to the Star Forge, Unexpected Detours, Crash Landings and Making Plans, Rakata Prime (Part I), Rakata Prime (Part II), Rakata Prime (Part III), Rakata Prime (Part IV), A Warning from the Force, The Temple of the Ancients, and Atop the Temple.]

Revan hesitates on the threshold when the door opens and doesn't lead to the Ebon Hawk as it's supposed to. He doesn't know if he wants to be here right now, he's not in the greatest of moods, and they're so close to the Star Forge. But he takes another step forward and another and then he’s wandering over to the Bar, letting his feet carry him.

After all that had happened, he could use a few minutes to clear his head before jumping into the next battle. He orders some milk to drink and along with it appears a note that he's quick to read.

"'Don't worry'?" He raises an eyebrow. "Right." He sighs, rubbing at his eyes and folding up the note before tossing it back on the counter where it disappears as soon as it hits the wood. And then he carries his drink over to one of the booths and slumps down into the seat. He'll leave in a couple of hours.

ltmuldoon.livejournal.com

Today when Lieutenant Muldoon arrives in the bar (...This is not the men's room) he is automatically presented with a blue bowl of tomato soup reeking of garlic, topped with cheese, and a pint of Ben and Jerry's Half-Baked.

He stares, incredulously for a few moments, before he frowns at it, "...This is-"

Picking up the spoon, he moves it around for a few moments and comes up with corn instead of hotdogs.

"...This? Is fucking creepy. "
He frowns, ".....I mean really, if you've got my kid stashed away back there that's fucking creepy." He stands, peering behind the bar, "Don't suppose you do do you?"

No teenagers materialize. He shrugs, pulling the bowl closer and chowing down.

"...S'nothing without the hotdogs." It was unhealthy as hell, but Crystal tried you know? That's what counts.

That Ben and Jerry's is unattended. Feel free to try and grab it, seriously.

truequest.livejournal.com

There's a princess sitting at the bar eating some oreos with milk. She had never heard of them, but apparently Bar had... Every once and a while she pulls a cookie apart and licks the icing from the center with a gleeful smile.

Oreos are heaven.

http://users.livejournal.com/_to_the_bone/

Jack Frost comes through the door, and takes a few long seconds before he figures out where he is.

It's absolutely stunning, to be in a convenience store at dawn one second and then in a bar in the afternoon. He's dressed in the rumpled remains of a tuxedo, in bare feet because his shoes have been stolen, collar and cuffs undone and hair a mess.

It'll be a few more seconds of standing here like a deer in headlights before he figures out what to do.

[ooc: warnings in the link for brief sexual and adult content.]

queenofmay

[OOM: First there is a Necklace. Then there is an Engagement.]

It is the furthest back booth in the room.

The tea on the table has long since stopped steaming.

Marian has her knees pulled up to her chest and her cheek is resting on them.

If there are tears stains on the handkerchief next to the cup, maybe you'll be kind enough not to tell her.

will_scarlett

After punching Draco Will walks out the back door and dips his boots in the lake to wash the sick off and then finds a good empty space and begins to practice with his sword.

His motions are still stiff from his pains, but his skill is clear though the motions would not be familiar to many, Will fights with an older style, forms Robin taught him combined with his own grace of movement. He's lost in his head, going over what Draco said and seeing Kara's eyes as the sword moves through the air, just moving constantly watching the air in front of him.

mendanddefend_archive

So, Bob has a birthday coming up. Sprites only celebrate their birthdays once every five years (or the equivalent thereof), so this is a pretty big deal. Dot's planning something for the day, but she won't say what it is.

She has, however, requested that Bob make up a wish list, which is why Bob is currently sitting at a table and frowning at a VidWindow in his hand. He's having trouble coming up with anything he wants that he doesn't already have. Anything that's feasible to ask for for one's birthday, anyway.

command_dot_com

Oh, look who's back after their first terrifying experience here at the end of the Universe. A pair of color-coordinated bots roll in from their door talking, cooing and generally babying up... a bright green slug in a clear plastic container.

"Who loves him his little walkies, yes he does!" Hack waggles a finger at the container, as the null inside, obviously FAR more intelligent, notices their surroundings and goes from limp noodle to cat-on-crack excited in less than a nano.

"Awww... look at him... Nibbles is so happy!" Now Slash is in on the cooing, before looking up at the Bar. "Hack! We're back at that place! The boozehouse!"

"The wha?"

"The Pub, the crazy place, the mingling area of multiverses...."

"..THE BAR!!"

Two henchbots plus one pet-inna-tote making a bee-line for the Bar proper. They remember their Happy Meal Cocktails!

Current Mood: :D!

there-is-a-me.livejournal.com

This? This is a smugly content werewolf. He looks rather like the dog who ate the supper. Not cat with canary, that'd be the other half of this particular mating. He and the puppies enter and lounge in front of the fire. One of the three of them has a book, the other two have a bit of rope that they're tugging on.

Someone should possibly save the book from Stepan, Spoon hasn't noticed that the puppy is gnawing on the cover.

velocitygirl

[OOM: After her episode upstairs, she wanders down to visit Zekka in the cells, and gets no straight answers.

OH YAH By the way guuuuyz, Zekka Thyne's in jail. Inyri'll let people know :P Millitimed to yesterday.]

dragonofgrey.livejournal.com

Draco was awake again. Still a bit sore, though he left a note to Tom to apologize for not being at work yesterday. He was currently out back, sitting on one of the rocks by the lake. The moonstone pendant wasn't around his neck. It was actually in his hand where he occasionally studied it. Considering some things, and how out of control everything of late was going. The buried compassion was still bubbling up, leaving him feeling torn.

Light and shadow was especially prevalent today. And wondering what to do now.

fighting_mad

[OOC: After this, there is a note at the bar for Rial Pernon.]

velocitygirl

There's a note for Shalla Nelprin at the bar.

( note for Shalla )

poisonwine

Belle is humming happily. It might have something to do with the CD player she's listening to, through her headphones. Or it could be the fresh and shiny book of plants she has in front of her. There is also the possibility that it's the bowl of something spicy and tomato-ey that's at her elbow. She's also got a cigarette burning in an ashtray, though this probably not why she's so bouncy.

All and all, she's a very happy girl. Come be gleed at!

(Be forewarned, this will probably result in slowtimes.)

longlonghair

Rapunzel's hair is especially long today, and she is trying to keep it out of the way, but it drags on the floor by a couple of feet if she doesn't keep it draped over her arm. She has the ends tied, and then ribbons every few inches or so from the bottom, to the top. She has been adding more ribbons as it grows, to keep it from becoming too unwieldy.

She is writing in a notebook, and doodling a bit in the margins as she goes.

Feel free to stop to say hello!

forgottenfeline

Visting post for Kyo.

ahogarse.livejournal.com

Things in the bar are suddenly absolutely terrifying so the presence in the woods in nothing more than invisible breathing on the wind, gasps for air like someone's been kicked or is crying or is still very frightened.

Because he is. So if you're walking by the lake bank, and feel as though there's something watching you or think you can hear someone moving about then it's probably just Santi.

fighter--pilot.livejournal.com

Shalla has a note!

Sadly, it isn't a happy note. That's not good.

Whyren's is needed, she thinks.

eiattu_pride

So maybe he hasn't been around for a while, but Rial's here now. Entering and looking rather pleased as he tucks a datapad away into a pocket, stopping to stretch and crack his back before continuing in a leisurely fashion to the bar.

"Long time no see," he greets the polished wood, and is rewarded by a small note. Rial orders a glass of wine as he unfolds the note, leaning on a barstool and squinting at the writing.

A few moments later he's sitting on the stool, head in hands, mumbling under his breath and ignoring the wine next to him.

Great.

Just - great.

notagod-apollo.livejournal.com

Lee is not bored, how could he be bored in a place like this? Still, he's... restless. He doesn't quite know what to do with himself when he's not either working out, or in the Sim room, or in bed with Kara, and while these things take up a lot of his time, there are still hours when he doesn't have a lot to do. No paperwork, no patrols, no briefings, so he's down in the bar, shuffling a deck of hexagonal cards and idly dealing himself game after game of solitaire. Come join him, if you like. He'd more than welcome a game.

kryptonkara.livejournal.com

[OOM: First days of anything are kind of hard, but the first day at a new school is probably up in the top ten of difficulty.]

[Please read this before tagging! Thank you.]

Things, so far, have been good.

Sure, there was that argument in History about Themyscira, and that frog catching on fire sucked, and Art...well, that's the class she excused herself from because the teacher was giving her definite looks that implied lectures.

A short water break seemed to be called for.

It's just that...well, she opened the door to the cafeteria and stepped into a bar...or even, perhaps, a Bar.

There's a slim brunette with glasses in casual American teenager at school clothes with a bookbag slung over her shoulder, boggling at the Bar.

Her name is...well, let's just call her Claire.

Because, of course, that's who she is. Claire Connors, mild mannered student at Guggenheim High School, recently of Kansas.

She might need some help, seeing as this is her first time here, and all.

sime-channel.livejournal.com

A Sime and a Gen walk into the bar. His hand is wrapped around hers, she's grinning up at him. They find a table, settle down, and order a meal that both of them can eat. It's all perfectly normal.

Except for the bit where Whistler is the Sime, of course.

((All tags going into slowtime due to sleepdeathy requirements. We'll pick them up in the morning!))

princess-midna.livejournal.com

Outside Midna is sitting on a worn tree stump with already several slashes slit along the bark. A long sword in its sheath leans against it by her side. Another is in her lap as the Twilight Princess has it drawn. Careful with it as she polishes at the silver shine.

Every now and then, she sets the polish and rag aside and pulls out a sharpening stone. Working the stone along the sharp edge of the blade to sharpen it even more so. Preparing it for combat, perhaps?

countofserenno.livejournal.com

And Dooku is down in the Bar. He's munching on dinner (surprise, surprise) and...thinking. As usual. What is he thinking about? Good question. Go ahead and ask him.

not-a-wizard.livejournal.com

Profoundly embarassed, Telemain enters the bar from upstairs at high speed and goes straight for a back table in a far away corner, where too many people can't ask him why he's blushing like a tomato.

mnt_mike

Mike's behind Bar, as is per usual for Wednesday evenings(?). Tonight he's holding what appears to be a large hard-bound book. A closer inspection of the book reveals that the pages are actually blank. He's looking awful stumped. It's not a good look for him.

"A'right folks, Bar is asleepin', so you're all stuck with me for the next few hours. You know the drill. Come up for a drink. Stay for a visit. Tonight's specials are...uh...oh crap, i knew i forgot something...Drinks that start with the letter Q...so that's...Quick Fuck, Quagmyre, Quantum Theory, and uh....Quick-sand.

Bar's open!"

And with the announcement done, Mike goes back to his book.

truequest.livejournal.com

Zelda is curled up on the couch staring at the fire, there's an empty glass of milk and a half eaten plate of cookies beside her on the table.

Thinking.

She plays with her earrings absentmindly, then one falls under the couch. She crouches down and tries to reach for it without getting out of her comfy spot.

She could use some conversation to get her out of this purple funk.

guppy_sandhu

The doctor is in

Guppy is by the infirmary, with a pile of books (he has a surgical exam coming up) and an Easter egg. The latter was going cheap at the supermarket back home, since it's no longer Easter and all.

Entirely sharable.

***

Shufti is in a booth in the middle of the bar, with Jack under the table playing with bricks.

She's sorted out getting food for the wedding from home, finished the dress, finished Jack's suit (complete with secret velcro in case he dares to grow in the next ten days), found someone to occupy Johnny, attempted to teach Jack how to be a ring bearer and found someone to give her away.

However, she is still looking for bridesmaids and someone to marry them. Otherwise she'll have to drag everyone to Lancre last minute.

Volunteers?

dr_temperance

Adrenaline is an amazing substance. Released into the bloodstream, it boosts the body’s supply of oxygen and glucose to the brain and muscles, facilitating the human fight or fight response in dangerous situations. People experiencing a rush of adrenaline have been known to accomplish seemingly impossible physical feats, and to stay awake past the ordinary limits of human endurance.

Which explains how Brennan has gotten through the past few days (and Epps’s game) on nothing more than cat naps. Nothing triggers the body’s stressor responses like an escaped serial killer with a personal vendetta. Even once it was all over—statements given, questions answered, Hannah seen off on a westbound plane—there was no way her body was going to settle down enough to sleep.

But relaxation was in order. Brennan had ordered a cup of tea from the bar and settled into an armchair with The Language of Village Society, which she’d been saving for a treat.

She’d made it through four pages before the inevitable crash.

Brennan’s cup of tea has long since gone cold. Her head lolls against the back of the chair and her eyes are closed. Every now and then she twitches in her sleep.

And her book is about two seconds away from sliding off of her knees.

kitchen_maid

HRH Susan of Ambergeldar is getting slightly steadier at this whole walking thing. She barely needs Mama's help at all now.

Of course, Amy isn't ready to let her go, whether Susan is ready or not. So there's still a hand to keep Susan steady.

Just in case.

missginnytonic.livejournal.com

Ginny walks in to the bar with a smile on her face. it seems shes more cheerful then normal. wanting to get out and socialize this seemed like the best place to do it.

gramarye1971

[OOM and outside Time: In the Summer Country, there is a strategic retreat.

The general hope is that it will be more of a strategy and less of a retreat.]

bprd_agent_red

Hellboy had a bit of a long night. His friend is still out of it so he's not going anywhere right now. Which means he's not going to be at the Bureau come chow time.

He sits at the bar, without his trench coat for once, and orders. "Bar darlin, I need fifty finger samiches and two pitchers of green Kool-aid." For starters.

A tray loaded with quarter cut sandwiches and two clear pitchers of green sugar water appear and he starts to dig in.

mr-ryan-wolfe.livejournal.com

Ryan walks in and looks around slowly. Having figuring out where the door this place is. He is not brandishing a gun this time. Just a smrik and a sweater vest. ITs been a good day at work they've managed to put the bad guys away. He's here for a few drinks.

Current Mood: creative

bring_a_sponge

[OOM: Previously, the Men in Black found evidence of a strange encounter in the Main Hall of the MiB Headquarters.

Tonight, Agent Zed gets a follow-up report from Agent B about what they know about it so far.]

stilljustandrew

[Out of Milliways: Andrew takes the Winchester brothers on a research visit to the library of the Watchers' Council. Involves lots and lots of books. May contain traces of witch, slayer, and angst.]

*The front door to Milliways opens, and Andrew Wells puts his head through.*

Okay, we're here.

*His head withdraws; he steps aside to hold the door for Sam and Dean Winchester to step through, and then follows them in.*

milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com

It takes a while for Wells to get away from the Academy, sometimes. There's still about an hour or so of daylight left out behind Milliways by the time he manages the feat, which is just fine with him. He needs to go out back and practise. Not the sword, as so many people do around here, but something else- Wells is of the opinion that he needs to stay one archaic weapon ahead of the girls, and so he's got his English longbow with him. (The slayers favour crossbows. Easier, simpler, faster.) It's not that hard to set up the targets for archery; they're haybales, backed with wood, and they've got targets tacked to the front.

He'll be shooting without a sight, without an arrow-rest, from a distance of about forty yards away for as long as daylight remains. He's no Robin Hood, but he has the eye for aim. It's just a matter of grooving the sequence of motions involved into muscle and bone and ligament memory. He'll get it right soon enough

henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com

[OOM: Venice, 2007. Indy finally makes good on his promise to dine with Tere in one of his favorite cities. As a divine evening unfolds, he makes a new and entirely different promise to her.]