milliways_bar | May. 1st, 2007

May. 1st, 2007

[OOM: Mayday comes, and magic comes with it.]

Merlin walks from the woods, clad once more, eyes shimmering with green light, as he steps toward the lake. Nature and life have called to him, as he called to them, and the celebration of Beltane and Mayday continues.

As he walks, flowers shiver to life and grass touches his skin, feeling the nature inside him, even though it is not his, but in him alone this night. He dances as he walks, filled with energy even as he is exhausted. It is like he is possessed, but not. He chuckles at the thought, and the sound brings night moths to investigate and a sole nightbird, bravely circles him. He pauses and raises a hand, and the bird, called by that energy, alights on his hand. He smiles, that energy reaching out, making the bird's colors brighter. it's voice louder and it sings with joy, then launches into the sky again, to sing of this.

And he walks on, to the lakeside, and to sit there, and wonder at what has happened, and to glory in the feelings he knows will fade.

(ooc: Mun must go to bed soon, but all slowtime tags will be answered... slowly. )

cheevy.livejournal.com

[OOM: Miniver and Robbie Ross have a bit of fun. Millitimed to April 23rd. SEX AHOY.]

l33t-mouse.livejournal.com

Mouse is bored ~~and so is her mun~~: her boredom does not have the catastrophe potential of, say, Hexadecimal's boredom - usually - but it can and often does result in bizarre behavior.

Like this, for instance. Mouse is at one end of the bar, tossing different fruits and vegetables up into the air, slicing them with her katana and catching them neatly on plates. She's doing this on request, and it's on her tab. So if you're in the mood for an impressively sliced something-or-other, just ask.

~*~*~*~

Zhaan is working in her garden, pulling weeds and watering plants. In spite of her unfamiliarity with Earth plants, the things she's growing seem to be coming along nicely.

poisonwine

Belle is outside, watching the clouds. The only reason she's here instead of home is the mounds of paperwork she ought to be doing. So she's taking a short break. Beside, she has to leave Remy a note.

It's time to sort through the memories Wish gave her. The ones that belong to the creature.

Though it appears she's meditating, Belle is merely thinking. Come and poke her, before she sees some of the deals made and looses her good mood.

Current Location: outside on the grass

skidrowseymour.livejournal.com

Plop.

Plop.

Out by the lake, Seymour is sitting on a boulder, trying to skip rocks. He's not doing very well. His technique seems to involve simply flinging a pebble to the side.

Judging by the thoughtful expression on his face, it's likely Seymour's not paying attention to this activity. Doesn't mean he wouldn't appreciate some pointers. Or a distraction.

my-human-robot.livejournal.com

Patrons walking by the front door today will notice something peculiar happen.

Not too peculiar, since this is Milliways, but certainly not normal.

The front door opens somewhat slowly. A machine enters the bar. A robot, if you will. It's large eye glows brightly as it looks across the room.

It's all very The Day the Earth Stood Still-esque.

Within the robot, billions and billions of processes are run as the mechanical man attempts to discern its current location. All the while, though, it stands perfectly still and silent in front of the doorway.

Welcome to Milliways, M-11, the Human Robot!

gothymcgoth.livejournal.com

((OOC:Hi! Brand new mun signing in, just got approved, and I simply have to put her in, even though I'll be fleeing for work shortly. Anyone who tags will be replied to when I return, and so on until whenever! If you can't tell, I'm really excited to be here.))

From the front door, a sound is heard. It is the sound of someone struggling with said front door, as if it were stuck. Which, from Mollys side, it actually is. Gosh darn ARGH! Come on, you stupid thing. After a couple of minutes of this, the front door creaks open a couple of inches, and then slams back, as too much force is applied.

A girl in her late teens stumbles through, nearly tripping on the door jam. Her clothing is somewhat less then reputable, too tight jeans, too small shirt for someone with her qualities, multicolored hair and lots of lovely piercings. Just because her parents don't like them, doesn't mean she's not going to still wear them. "Stars and stones Harry, you have got to get this door fixed!"

Aw, hells bells, I just said stars and stones! Argh, and I thought hells bells! Okay, way too much time spent with Mister Dresden, even if he is my mentor, teacher, whatever. I do NOT want to start talking like him but then she actually notices that this, is SO not Harrys Dresdens basement. SO not. "Harry?" Stepping forward, almost without thinking it, her hand leaves the door knob.

And it slams shut behind her.

Spinning, Molly stares at the shut door, then back around at this rather large building. Okay, okay, I can handle this, this isn't anything, I've just been kidnapped by faeries. Again. Or something else. And her eyes light up as she understands. "This is a test, isn't Harry? This is one of those riddle things that I have to figure out, to try and make myself better, right? Okay mister, I'll see your test. And I'll beat it, too!"

jack_inthegreen

The man called Jack Green comes through the door with apple pie.

Today is the closest thing he has to a birthday. He'll share the pie.

gotham-knocking.livejournal.com

[OOM: Moving Day for Knox]

milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com

Wells does not want to be here, not today, not now. Outdoors is bad enough. Indoors is worse. He's got someone to pick up, though, and there's no way around it: he's got to be here for that.

It won't be long. It'd better not be long.

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

Jack Frost enters the bar by accident, on his way home from work, and looks worriedly at the door behind him.

But there's nothing to stop him having a drink, so he adjusts his bag over his shoulder and heads for the bar, where he settles down. A break will be nice.

will_scarlett

It is May Day and there is hope and there is Spring and door's are forgotten as Will walks with dancing in his steps from the green world outside to sit and be alive.

Bar gave him a pastry the bakers of Nottingham made on May Day and he is having trouble sitting still with the joy of the day. For May Day means dancing and flowers and possibility, come help celebrate the day.

dragon_twin

[OOM: May Day isn't what it used to be.]

Melou heads directly for the bar when he enters today. This isn't all that unusual. What is unusual is that he orders two drinks and downs them both, one right after the other.

A third is collected and he then heads for a table where he sits, folding his arms on the surface and his chin on his hands. It's either going to be a long night, or a short one he probably won't remember tomorrow.

wizard_dresden

I'm too lazy to come up with specials today, just get a freaking drink.

Oh - and don't annoy Bob too much - he's been cranky lately.

redsnout.livejournal.com

"Khhhht?"

Well, this is something Raptor Red hasn't seen in a long, long time. She had been intending to investigate the scent coming from a nearby cave-it smelled like an easy meal-but rather than finding a carcass, the raptor has found herself in Milliways again.

But she remembers enough about it to know that this means she isn't out of an easy meal just yet. After a few cautious sniffs, Red begins to weave past tables and patrons, heading in the general direction of the Bar. She can get a meal from there, she knows-but before that, she'd like to investigate some of the new scents she's picking up on.

prone-to-panic.livejournal.com

There is an Archie in the bar tonight, a tiny little girl tucked in the crook of his arm. He's reading softly to her over by the fireplace as she watches the goings-on in the bar with wide deep blue eyes. It doesn't really matter that he's reading Henry V to her, it's all in the tone, the rhythm of the words.

foxy-l33t.livejournal.com

Oh yeah, the preparation for that prank...

[OOM: Four Limerick Oysters]

jedi-exile.livejournal.com

Kira's at a booth, looking at a catalogue of various...baby things. Cribs, toys, clothes, maternity clothes. There's a lot of stuff that goes into having a child and by the look on Kira's face...she never really thought about it before.

Botherable.

gone_byebye

No slime today! Ray's been busy with other things, most of which have to do with his nephews. You can't neglect an apprenticeship just because you've been off tootling around South Dakota looking for invisible bureaucrat jailbirds.

He's, uh... he's not going to tell their mother where the black feathers he's currently got sticking out of his pocket came from. They're going straight into the lab as soon as he gets back to the firehouse.

child-murderer.livejournal.com

Achilles is in the Bar. Observing, and having a drink. Not much else, though he is waiting on some...reports.

gramarye1971

[OOM and outside Time: A conversation at dawn touches on a few important and rather personal topics.

Very few questions are actually answered, but all things considered, those who serve the Light seldom have easy answers for anything.

(Millitimed to about a week ago.)]

missginnytonic.livejournal.com

She is in the bar sitting at a booth.. She has ordered a Coke from the wait-rat that had passed her. She looks over at the door thinking maybe she should get back home to do what she has to to home.. Then just changes her mind. There is no reason to hurry home there really isn't anything she can do there anyway..