milliways_bar | Apr. 29th, 2007

Apr. 29th, 2007

dragonofgrey.livejournal.com

Draco stopped down in the bar, and noticed a note at the bar.

He took it, and glanced over the contents. Didn't have to?? He was attacked! Why would he be sent to the cells? Stupid bitch. Sorry, like he'd believe that. He waved his wand to make it disappear.

And then asked for a Firewhisky. Actually, a double would be better. He sourly sat at the bar with his drinks.

explorertruman.livejournal.com

He had watched a pair of hitchhikers leave the bar. Unsure when he'd see them again.
But isn't that the way for those who explore? Friends come, friends go, and there's always something new on the horizon every day.

Truman decided to get a Pan-Galactic Gargle Blaster for a toast in Ford and Arthur's honor. Which he did, silently thanking them again for being the froods they were, and then he felt like toasting the bar as well. All the adventures he had since coming here, all those to come, and all the people he's had a chance to meet and know. Good and bad.

Now the drinking part of PGGB...hmmm, this was gonna be tricky. He tried to carefully navigate the glass to his mouth to take a tiny, tiny drink.

0.0!!!!!!!!!!! Wow, more went down than he planned. Whee?

waylostandfound.livejournal.com

He's gotten over the mild hangover from last night's party.

Now Nathan was in the bar, having a snack. The bar thought he should try some fried paradoxes. It also gave him a book with the snack.

He was not amused. He tried to ignore it, and focused on an article about education reform legislation instead.

action-antihero.livejournal.com

[OOM: (Previously in Laylet Al-Masir)

Bill Buchanan summons Michelle to CTU, and gives her the unbelieveable news that Jack and Chris are missing and suspects in David Palmer's murder. No sooner is he finished with her, than he gets some unbelieveable news himself, hinting at a motive for the two fugitives. Left on her own, Michelle is doing her best to manipulate Milo into helping them get Kim out of trouble. It's not enough to keep Kim from being interrogated, however, at least until Bill Buchanan gets more shocking news.

Meanwhile, Jack and Chris are making their way to the location for the meeting with whoever hired the thugs to kill them. The results of the meeting are somewhat explosive in more ways than one. Calling in to CTU, Chris finds out that they've been cleared, and arranges for transportation of them and their witness back into L.A.

Back at CTU, Chase finally gets the chance to see Kim, and he has good news. Soon after, Jack and Chris are back at CTU and are caught up on what's been happening. Needless to say, Jack's definitely not happy with some of what he hears, and he storms off to give Bill a piece of his mind, as well as to coerce Bill into letting him on the team investigating Palmer's death. He's interrupted by Kim's return to the floor, and while he and Kim reunite, Michelle goes to medical to see Chris with a few unpleasant ideas.]

milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com

[OOM: Harry Wells likes to put what he finds to good use. Spoon came to the Academy to help him with a few lessons.

And afterwards, Wells had to handle a different sort of lesson all on his own.

Both threads millitimed to before any jaunts to Fionavar or worlds with xenomorphs in them.]

talkstohats

[OOM: In which a good many hearts (and lives) are seriously endangered . . .

. . . but all end up exactly where they belong.]

runmakitarun.livejournal.com

Even with the adoption of modern clothing, Makita still hasn't changed her sleeping habits. She's yawning and just sitting up in her usual booth. It's almost time. She's been away from home for a long time now.

With a slow inhalation she stands up and walks over to the Bar to go over her gear again.

forgottenfeline

Due to complete and utter boredom, Kyo has come to bar, looking for something to do.

So far, he's found out that she will happily supply him with mangas, movies, and even western comic books.

He's got a stack of them, but it currently looking out the window to the outside, sighing with boredom.

(tags will be a little slow, but all will be answered!)

futures_of_ash

The thing about Doors, well, even in Bar, they tended to be rather stable. The Door itself was either present or it was not. Rachel had a Door, yes, but it shifted. Sometimes it screamed, other times it was nothing more than a dusty hole through brick...

Today? Today it was bleeding, and it dragged at her very bones as she set foot in Bar proper. Bar didn't offer any advice, just a mug of broth, which Rach took to a table, and there she sat, sipping and staring as the Door shifted and changed in a stately dance of needy agony.

Needless to say? The red head wasn't in the best of moods.

hearthethoughts.livejournal.com

The last time that Matt came into bar? He had a package. Two books and a handwritten journal.

The pile of books has accumulated to include several dictionaries. He's not even bothering to hide them now. (The man did have this pride). The most biggest and most impressive being a book of occult terms and phrases.

Amid all of this is one Officer Parkman, former LAPD, now security, hoping to be something else.

Surrounding him, are at least three empty bottles of coca cola and an instant cup of noodle.

Don't be worried about him. Last time he did this? He was in College.

Matt Parkman. Master of the All-Nighter!

ltmuldoon.livejournal.com

It is pretty well safe to say that today when Lieutenant Muldoon found the bar he was in better shape then previously. Still like getting a high-def kick to the balls, but he's starting to understand why people switch for clearer picture and sound and Smell.

Yes. Smell is key.

Because the icon image is in fact quite accurate. When he ordered a cup of coffee he took a minute to enjoy the aroma.

and another minute. and another.

Being inside (for reasons that he wouldn't be able to explain if you asked) is making him itchy today. So he's on his way out, still enjoying Mr. Coffee Cup. Seriously. If you ask him why he hasn't drunken it? He might fight you. Really.

Doesn't mean you can't catch him on his way out the door?

old-lizard.livejournal.com

Chinthliss goes to Bar to pay off his tab, and by request, does so for two other people. It's not as though he can't afford it, after all. None of them had been indulging themselves all that much
here, except in much needed rest and safety.

He's waiting for someone particular, before they go to his world for awhile; 'awhile' depending on how well things turn out, or don't. He's happy to talk to anyone else who's about, too.

there-is-a-me.livejournal.com

Spoon has a functional skeletal system. This is a much, much nicer state of events than two days ago. This morning was infinitely better than yesterday. He's still being careful, but this whole not likely to collapse a lung thing? That's nice. That's really nice.

Spoon, and puppies, have tea by the fire. Well, the puppies have toys with peanut butter. Spoon has tea.

unwraith.livejournal.com

Sometime after his and Rachel's flight, Michael's at a booth alone, his attention seemingly on the bits and pieces of a com unit that's been disassembled. It's the sort of job he could normally leave to one of the Sword's engineers, except for a couple of specific modifications he wants to make.
It's also a useful if odd distraction, as those go. Talking distractions would definitely not be unwelcome, however.

dats-dildoes.livejournal.com

Skwisgaar was back, or maybe he hadn't left, sometimes it was difficult to tell, especially when he'd been drinking.

It wasn't a whole lot, not by the band's usual standards, but more than he usually had while in the bar.

He was drinking intermittantly while he worked out something on the guitar, brow furrowed, glowering at the instrument occasionally as if it had done something to offend him personally.

a1enzo

Enzo is up bright and early this cycle. (In Millitime, anyway.) He has preparations to make!

First stop, the Bar. "Hi!" he says, plunking two small stacks of MPEGs down. "I'm gonna return these and buy these, okay?" The indicated movies vanish. "Thanks! Oh, and could I borrow a big bowl?"

He grabs the keepers and the bowl and runs out to his second stop, the garden.

Current Mood: excited

velocitygirl

[OOM: After tying Shalla to a chair and fleeing, Inyri finds herself being tied to a bed, only to be left...until she stops putting up a fight. It's when she gives up like that, that she worries people. So Shalla lets her go, and together they find peace and comfort in each other...after Inyri nonstop talks about inane things for a few minutes. A bit of a FTB, after girlkisses and such are exchanged. Too bad they can't always be so nice to one another.]

pointed-spoon.livejournal.com

Since the universe is exploding, and there's no sun to rise, is it still morning at Milliways?

Yes?

What about if you destroyed all the clocks, and there was no real way to measure time?

What if the observation window gave and everyone died. Are there still mornings with nothing to measure them?

And would Dworkin still be allowed to have tea and crumpets? Because he likes this.

lichvell-r.livejournal.com

Outside, there is a demi-lich. She is wandering, half-lost in thought, and who knows what she might stumble into?

command_dot_com

Someone's set up several picnic tables outside in the back area near the lake. There's two tables of food set out, for organic and digital guests.. right next to a massive grill. She's been planning this ever since Dot found out about his birthday coming up. The ballons have 1-1-0 printed in neat digital script as they bob about in a small breeze, today couldn't be better to Celebrate Bob's birthday.

...All it needs now is the man of honour. So waits a Dot by the door for her Guardian.

blue-star-badge.livejournal.com

Adric, apron and all, was currently weaving his way through the tables, collecting dirty and abandoned dishes. He was being followed by a wagon full of a seemingly precarious stack of them.

This was Adric however, so that stack was probably perfectly counterbalanced on all sides so that even Spoon's wobbling, mostly-clockwork gait wasn't enough to jostle them loose.

Care to add to the pile?

beenthenumbers.livejournal.com

The door slides open, and a young man bundled up in a heavy cold-suit walks (or, well, waddles) in.

After a moment of staring, Ben unzips the suit. "First my quarters, then the simulator. What's next, the shower?" He bundles the suit under one arm and carries it with him over to the Bar.

"A coffee bean in foil, please," he requests, and then hesitates a moment before adding, "And some kind of fruit juice."

A glass of grape juice appears, along with a small foil-wrapped object about the size of a coffee bean. Ben puts his Earth Company ID on the Bar to pay, and then carries his suit and his juice over to a booth.

Current Mood: startled

hatchingviper.livejournal.com

Deitmar has been in something of a daze of plans and acquiring new knowledge. Bar has rightly figured he's been so wrapped up in reading and thinking that if she gave him the package left for him, he wouldn't even look up; he'd assume it was his dinner and eat it.

Technology on Deitmar's world is interesting; certain parties about have the human genome mapped, but they also do their precise calculations on machines the size of hotel room refrigerators. Deitmar carries a slide rule. So when he opens a note from Suzi apologizing to the degree she went over boundaries and finds a manual for a nifty-looking calculating machine inside, he wonders if she needs help with it and where she keeps it. Then he opens the box with it.

Gleep!

It's a handheld computer that lets you do about every kind of mathematical function he's ever heard of.

How gleeeeep! interesting.

He's now working out a height/weight chart of some sort, with an unusual air of pure glee.

janetsdaughter.livejournal.com

[OOM: A month minus a few days ago, Cassie and Billy discover that horny period hormones plus mindsharelink plus a desire to wait until marriage equals uncomfortable situations and necessary fleeage.
When the problem comes back with a vengance, there is more fleeage and a resolve to get married before this happens again.

And, in the end, all returns to normal to everyone's relief.]

feminine-menace.livejournal.com

YT and Stephanie Brown meet, discuss Stuff and Things, and arrange for YT to get kung fu lessons. Yay!

igottawrite.livejournal.com

"Suzanne! Where's the bid at and how much do I have to give to the sex people now?"

Of all the gin joints in all the multiverse that you could be walking backwards into and shout that while you're not looking where you're going...

Matt stops in his tracks.

"...This is punishment for something I did but don't know it yet, isn't it."

exiled-inventor.livejournal.com

Atton's at the bar, doing bartending, and looking incredibly tired, grumpy and gloomy, and just about glaring at everything that gets in his line of sight. Urahara learned to not let him pick up glasses about four minutes ago. They keep shattering.

Obviously, this will not do. So he has an assistant. Urahara's not quite used to being an assistant, but he's adaptable. And really, since Atton seems to be more concerned with snapping at anyone who talks to him, Urahara's doing most of the 'tending.

"Discounts for all if you can make the bartender here smile," Urahara calls jovially, waving his fan. "Without doing this." And promptly grabs the corners of Atton's mouth, stretching them up to a grin. He manages, somehow, to move out of the way before Atton's fist collides with his nose. "All drinks free if you can make him laugh. Chuckling bitterly doesn't count."

"Specials," Urahara continues, grinning cheerily in response to the withering glare Atton sends in his direction. "Are Joy-To-The-World and Happy Skipper."

laceandarsenic.livejournal.com

A purple haired girl and her deinonychus are sitting by the observation window. There's a glass of cherry coke on the table and a plate containing the remnants of a burger and fries. The dinosaur is sleeping on the floor beside the sofa and the girl, Gert, is stretched out on the sofa reading a book she found lying about the bar. Her face is set into a deep frown, either from concentration or because she's unimpressed. Either would be true at this point.

An eight year old Angelina is back, this time minus her kitten, and is sitting at the bar sipping a cold butterbeer through a straw while drawing a picture of what looks like a lot of mis-shapen bumblebees buzzing around. It's probably NOT a picture of a lot of bumblebee's, and she'll get very upset if womeone tells her that, but sadly the girl isn't exactly an artist and it's the best she can do.

Drusilla is in the brothel.

Either one of the three could do with some company...

Current Music: Linkin Park - Somewhere I Belong

gorgonfondness

Happy Guildmaster inna bar.

A lot to think about, but all things considered?

Yep, still happy.

She's sitting over by the Observation Window if anyone wants her.

ahogarse.livejournal.com

What is that? A stuffed bear suspended in midair for no apparent reason?

Well, there is a reason. And it was eight and its name is Santi and it isn't very good at remembering that things it holds don't go invisible too.

It's difficult though. This is Santi's first stuffed animal.

all-in-plato.livejournal.com

Professor Digory Kirke has just come from a lecture on Aristotelian conceptions of education. (It was quite solid, for the most part, although the speaker misinterpreted a passage from the Nicomachean Ethics, weakening a portion of his argument.) He's still dressed for the lecture, in a black undress gown with a scarlet and grey DLitt hood.

He'd been intending to meet some former students at the Eagle and Child, but when he pushes open the door to the pub, he finds himself in a place rather better lit and less smoky.

The Eagle and Child doesn't have a window full of exploding stars, either.

"Well, now," says Professor Kirke, beginning to smile.

ten-feet-behind.livejournal.com

[Into the Woods: The Prince finds that some things--like character archetypes--don't change.

In other words, Cinderella runs away.

Again.]

Somewhere in the woods, strings start softly playing--or is that just the wind in the branches? Something glints in the evening starlight, a single lonely point of light among the trees.

(French horns and a gentle piano part sigh into the accompaniment.)

Out of the Woods comes a stricken, mournful looking figure, artfully taking advantage of the dim light. Music swells; he glances back longingly at the Woods, and then sets his jaw, brushes some moss (left over from that impromptu number with that terribly charming Baker's Wife) from his jacket, and pushes the door open. The Prince looks desolate, perfectly so. He looks crushed (not literally--he never even saw the Giant) but determined; he may even look martyred.

Behind him, the music quiets, and eventually disappears altogether.

milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com

Wells steps through the door from Yorkshire, expression wary and attitude more than a little bit ill at ease. The moon's too full for him to be comfortable around this many people, but-

He looks down at the paper in his hand, then shoves it back into one of his pockets and starts scanning (and sniffing) for familiar faces (and scents).

favoured-azula.livejournal.com

Door opens.

This in itself is not unusual. The fact that a girl walks in is also not unusual. Her dress may seem a little weird (a red uniform...with gold rimming...gold like her eyes), but this is Milliways.

Her look of suprise is fleeting before she schools her features into an emotionaless mask, cold eyes calculating. Her gait is that of a soldier, a protege, a perfect child.

And she might just look the tiniest bit like Zuko...an unperfect child.

Welcome to Milliways, Princess Azula, of the Fire Nation.

[ooc: Back now. :D]

librarian-flynn.livejournal.com

The front door is pushed open, and a moment later, a man stumbles through and falls on his face. The other side of the door, before it closes, looks to be made of large stone bricks such as in an Egyptian pyramid.

Meanwhile, the man on the floor manages to push himself up and dust himself off. "There's always a secret door," he mutters to himself, and then looks up and around the room.

"But there's not usually a bar on the other side of it," he adds, confused.

badinlatin

Mal is in a rather cheerful mood tonight, and he offers the following specials:

Any drink with an animal in its name is half-price. Bonus points for horses.

What? He's a weird one.

[ooc: On until 12 am EST.]

gotapenny.livejournal.com

Tomorrow, in George Luz's world, is the day of the second combat jump the 506th will be making. This time it will be for Operation Market Garden. Deep down inside the paratrooper isn't the calmest of people- sure he can hide it well, but a day time jump into an area they aren't sure what is guarding it? That's pushing the radioman's limits just slightly.

So to cheer him up Bar has provided a turntable equiped with a stack of records from Big Bands that he is very familiar with: Benny Goodman, Glenn Miller, the Andrews Sisters, Doris Day, Count Basie- they are all there.
Currently he has one of the Andrews Sisters playing causeing the song "I Love You Much to Much" to emit from the odd (well, what the modern folk in the bar would call odd) player.

With his head resting in the crook of his right arm, Georgey hums along with the song while keeping a quarter spinning with his left hand. Feel free to poke the man or pick through the records at will.

[ooc: The mun must sleep, slow timeing is love, and all tags are accepted XD ]

thegreatmachine.livejournal.com

"--you were a hero!" comes the heavily accented voice from behind him as the doorway opens.

Mitchell Hundred stands in that doorway, a very specific Manhattan skyline behind him. His hands are in his pockets and his head is down, everything hurting like he'd been up flying except he hasn't done that in so long and his eyes are closed like there were harsh winds beating at him but the air is still.

"No," he says to the figure behind him, the one obscured by the darkness, the burning end of a cigarette showing only a grizzled beard and lips set in a hard expression, "I was a failure. If I were a real hero..."

And the door closes behind him.

Current Mood: depressed

wolflord_andain

[OOM: In which someone intrudes on a very private space, and Galadan decides to make them pay.]

creator_raven

The difficulty with having very large pockets is that there are always more things to stash in them.

This is likely why Raven is having a sorting day.

Or possibly he just wants to look at his collection of shiny things.

Some of them are even identifiable!

It might appear odd, however, that there is no lint.

Perhaps it is hidden behind the increasingly high stacks of cookies.

Who knows?

twistedhealer.livejournal.com

There is, by the Window, a tall and dark woman in black. She is watching. The Window, the room. She is watching, and there is the slightest of smiles on her lips. She calls herself Anath Dorje, it is what she is mostly likely called by those she watches for.

By half of those she watches for. The other half know her by another name.

captainlaurence.livejournal.com

He'd meant, after seeing to Temeraire's comfort, to return to his new quarters and rest a while before supper.

Turning a corner to find himself in the strangest-looking room he has ever encountered was in no way a part of that plan.

Which is why the green-coated man's posture goes stiff and formal as he walks through the door, hands clasped behind his back after a moment's reflexively reaching for a sword that isn't there, and why his expression is perhaps best described as bewildered consternation, shading towards wariness.

will_scarlett

Will is sitting at a table, kind of sprawling, its been a good day.

There's a tankard of ale and a plate of brownies in front on him as he watches Milliways and smiles, the memories are farther away and he's happily tired and curious about who's up at this time of night.

action-antihero.livejournal.com

( It's hours before Jack and Chris finally leave CTU for a break... )

Looking around at the mess, Chris looks over at Jack with a tired expression as Coco eagerly licks her chin. "Milliways?"

"Yeah," Jack says, "It'll still be here when we get back."

Pausing only to grab a couple things, they head into the bar and over to one of the tables, eager for a few hours of not being in L.A.

[OOC: Two pups, two muns, one entrance post! Tag either, tag them both--just let us know which.]

taishar_malkier

Lan is in an armchair in a far corner, watching the fire and the room with cold impassive eyes. Next to him Nynaeve scowls into a book, tugging periodically on the end of her braid and casting quick and frequent glances at her huband. On the low table between them: bread, a bowl of salt, a bowl of oil, and two glasses of water.

Today is, by Lan's best guess of the months here, Lamma Sor. The day when people of the Borderlands eat nothing but that, and honor the memory of those who have died in the fight against the Shadow, and those who will die in years to come.

Lan's list of those to remember is too long to recite; he doesn't know the names of everyone who fell when his country died. He was a baby, the king's only child and heir to the weight of a dying nation. But he knows enough: his father, his mother, his uncle and aunt and cousin; the bodyguards who saved him, the 'uncles' who raised him, every man who died riding at his side or in battles far away, hundreds of friends and acquaintances and Malkieri strangers. And there will be more -- the Last Battle is not yet come.

So today he eats bread and oil, salt and water, and he smokes no leisurely pipe as he watches the common room of this inn that keeps him beyond the world and away from his life's battle.

[OOC: Lan is entirely available for threads, but Nynaeve will only be godded as present in the background. Thanks!]

mr-ryan-wolfe.livejournal.com

He walks in goes to the bar, sits on a bar stool. He's not sure what he's doing here really just didn't want to go home. He's got and uneasy feeling. something unpleasant is gonna happen to him. So he orders a Mojito. Waiting for it to show up he looks around