milliways_bar | May. 4th, 2007

May. 4th, 2007

focusandcontrol.livejournal.com

[OOM: Scott and Jean face a new wrinkle in their lives as something ominous happens...]

his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com

[OOM: Back in London 2006, Sarah Jane has some confusing news to tell James when he gets home from work. Recklessness may have its consequences. It's...well... discussed.]

sign-seeker.livejournal.com

[OOM: The day after Galadan's visit to the Summer Country behind the north wind, Bran and Merriman discuss responses.

And some things... change.

The gift of humans, after all, is choice.

In the immediate aftermath, the Old Ones talk, and so do Bran and Moiraine.]

unwraith.livejournal.com

Michael is downstairs, en route to the lake door. His expression's that of a man who has other things on his mind,than food or drink, as he's carrying the sword he sometimes trains with, along with a few more modern weapons hidden by his jacket.
Conversations welcome, while indoors or training outside. He'll be out most of the morning.

will_scarlett

Will's temper was fired and then there was an explanation and a release of sorts in the cells, now Will sits in the Bar in the early morning sipping hot chocolate and considering what it means to be Robin's man.

The chocolate warms the cold of his thoughts as he tries to find his way through the darkness of his memories.

His gaze strays throughout the Bar, falling on people but not truly connecting, help him speak his thoughts.

there-is-a-me.livejournal.com

He does not want to hear about rabbits. Really. He's not terribly good with being inside, either, but he missed several days due to the moon. The moon is past, and while Spoon is still twitchier than normal he's also able to be inside long enough to get out back. So Spoon, and puppies, are by the lake. Rasia is keeping an eye out for Ace and Magic. She's appointed herself in charge of making sure Ace can get home when she wants to.

Spoon feels very strongly that he has the best. puppies. ever.

gone_byebye

Ray hasn't gone home yet from the other night. After Romana came out to meet him, he broke out his holocomputer and got a compatible imaging device from the Bar for it, and pretty much every possible visual aspect of the Acrocanthosaurus parts he brought back got captured and recorded for future study. Right now he's still out back working on the head in question, but that's because it needed to be stripped down and cleaned as thoroughly as possible. Lots of photographs, lots of samples taken, you name it.

At least the skull (which is currently in two pieces, having been neatly split down the middle courtesy of Ray's lightsaber) is laid out neatly on a tarp close to the Bar's outer rear wall while Ray works on cleaning up the last few traces of squishy matter. He'd probably be good with a distraction, though.

milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com

Full moon is finally past, which is all right with Wells. He's still tenser and more claustrophobic than he'd like, but he can sit indoors again and not have to spend every moment fighting the urge to bolt- and he can be around other people without getting snappish as hell. He's got breakfast and a place by the fire just now; he'll be heading back to the Academy when he's done. It helps to ease into these things, one step at a time.

fiveroundsrapid.livejournal.com

"All right, you might as well get that- oh." Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart pauses just inside the doorway, glancing around him.

"Under ordinary circumstances I'd be objecting to this place snatching me again," he mutters, "but I rather think I'm entitled at this point."

It's been a long week, so to speak, but then again any week with Daleks in it is going to be a very long week indeed. By comparison, Milliways is a perfectly acceptable alternative- even if it does mean getting the note that Dr. Weir left with the Bar instead of getting to speak with her himself.

ltmuldoon.livejournal.com

So these past few days, Lt. Muldoon hasn't been here. He's been off being initiated into something far bigger then he'd ever imagined. It's....an awesome and terrible feeling to be perfectly honest.

But he survived. He survived. Largely in thanks to Wells and Spoon as far as he's concerned. Not just as...what he is now, but because they helped him.

So now, there are plans to be made. Things to be set in motion. He'll give himself some time, then get back and get down to business.

There are some things though that still don't make any sense, which is why he's sitting at a table close to the door-with the door open.

If you'll ask? He'll probably close it, but right now it's got a great big view to the early morning outside.

Occasionally he glances outdoors, sort of smiling to himself.

He is thinking.

Current Mood: amused

azure-mercy.livejournal.com

Zhaan's out by the lake doing martial arts practice. She does this a lot more now than she used to on Moya, in part because, even in the vast cargo bays, she always felt confined, like there wasn't enough space for it. That could probably be attributed to having spent many, many cycles locked in a prison cell on that selfsame ship. The feeling of being enclosed had been difficult to shake, and even after the feeling was gone, some of the habits it engendered had persisted.

But this is a new place, with a vast outdoors, an open sky, real soil and fresh air. A new place to break old habits. Which is good, even if coming here also meant breaking other things she would rather have kept intact. Change, for better or worse, always hurts.

Right now Zhaan's not thinking about that. Instead she's concentrating on her forms: graceful, controlled flows punctuated by quick blocks and precise jabs. A flowing river that suddenly becomes a whitewater tangle of rocks, rapids and whirlpools, then smooths out again.

Current Mood: mellow

dats-dildoes.livejournal.com

Skwisgaar was back. Things were boring back at Mordhaus, given as how band relations were still strained.

Well... more strained than usual.

Suffice to say, blonde rockstar, booze, guitar, dark muttering now and again.

his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com

She had thought that getting away from the flat would help make matters better.

It didn't.

At this moment, she doubted anything could make it all right again.

It's a tell that Sarah Jane is upset over something when, instead of sitting on the sofa by the fire, she's on the floor and leaning against it as she clutches her knees to her chest. Her eyes are open, alert, as she gazes into the flames.

Thinking.

Lots and lots of thinking.

callitavesper.livejournal.com

[ London, 2006: Lunch with Bill Tanner. ]

He has no appetite, but he has room for coffee.

James Bond is presently enjoying such a cuppa at a table, dressed in one of his infamously snazzy suits, perusing the day's headlines. The look of deep concentration surely can be attributed to today's news. It has nothing at all to do with last night's news.

...seriously!

[ ooc: woecakes, not here for long, but wanted to give him an entry post, at least.]

withamagicword

[OOM: On last Friday, Billy and Cassie went out dancing. Things happened unexpectedly. Afterwards, Billy and Cassie returned to their rooms, and hung out a Do Not Disturb Sign...

And for a week, they were not seen in Milliways or else. Rated BHT and YL for Big Happy Things, and Young Love.]

verymodelof.livejournal.com

OOC: Danny's coming in right after the end of "Monday". So some spoilery things going on.

Danny's had better days. Danny's had much better days. Some of those days involved being drunk or high or... hell, the day he got coerced into taking Studio 60 was a better day than this. Of course, Jordan would be involved in that too.

But that day didn't have a moment where he'd felt like he'd been punched in the stomach. This one does.

"Will you please stop?"

"No."

Drawing a slow breath, Danny sinks into a chair and orders a drink - nothing with alcohol, of course, because that many years of that many different programs (and the thought of what Matt would do to him if he slipped) keep him from that, no matter how much he'd like it.

But it's not the end of the world. He's just got to... sit down and think of a different way to make Jordan fall in love with him. He can do that, no problem.

Which is why he's staring into thin air with a frown, having no brilliant ideas at the moment. The recommendation letters might have used up his creative methods of courting for the time being.

mendanddefend_archive

It's been a pretty slow day in Mainframe, so Bob figured he might as well hang out in Milliways for a while.

And as long as he's here, he figured he might as well play his guitar.

And as long as he's playing his guitar, he figured he might as well make use of the gift Mouse made for his birthday.

Feel free to come chat, make requests, or just marvel at the light show.

Current Mood: RAWKING OUT

gooddoggromit.livejournal.com

Gromit has given up on his latest attempt at a gadget that will open the Door for him. It lies in pieces around the table, deceptively simple yet fiendishly inadequate.

Sigh. Time to unwind with a crossword puzzle. Anyone know a five-letter synonym for "Bound"?

[[5:27 CT: Alack, something came up! Any and all responses will be tended to later tonight.]]

still_golden

[OOM: After the Prydwen returns to Anor Lisen, challenges are made and plans are set, and two best friends take what little time they have to talk.]

sosectu-rior.livejournal.com

Ilyana's at her favorite table, well away from the fire's heat. She has a drawing pad and pencils, her attention on a sketch of a valley ringed by mountains; a scene found on another world. A cooling cup of trin tea sits by her elbow.
She also has a few sketches of Bar patrons and the place's interior. Occasionally, she throws a glance toward the Front Door, as if expecting to see someone.

ahogarse.livejournal.com

Santi has concocted a plan. A genius plan, a wonderful plan, a cunning plan. All he needs now is someone he knows to come outside and give him a bit of help with it, which is why Santi is standing in plain sight, at the edge of the woods, whereas usually he might have a touch more tact and prefer to duck behind something.

If you look at him too hard, he'll still vanish, of course, but here he is. Waiting, hopefully.

fran-goldsmith.livejournal.com

Fran comes through the door, a locked and reinforced metal case in her hands.
She heads for Bar immediately, and doesn't stop to speak to anyone until she's reached it. "Could you keep this until I or Dr.Sandhu ask you for it, please?"

She doesn't see Guppy anywhere, and she's taking no chances on this being lost or damaged. Setting the box on Bar's surface, she watches it disappear.
Mission accomplished. She sinks onto a stool. "Beer--No, no alcohol. Right.
But something cold, please?"
A pitcher of ice cold lemonade and glasses appear. "That's perfect, oh thanks!" She grins, for the first time in what feels like months.

becomingphoenix.livejournal.com

Jean's sitting downstairs in front of the fireplace, blanket wrapped around her and a mug of hot chocolate in her hands. Her body can't seem to get warm which is probably why she's shivering. She doesn't like it. And if anyone were to try and telepathically contact her... try to enter her mind they'd come up empty and she wouldn't hear them. She can't hear anyone within her mind anymore. Not Scott... not the patrons of the bar... no one.

She's still yet to figure out what happened. Because all she knows is the immense pain, the screaming she'd done... the flash of heat and how it and the fire had spread out over her and Scott and then it had been gone. Leaving her cold. As if she'd been thrown into a pool of ice. For once she didn't know what to do. How to get her powers back. She felt...

Empty.

first-sixth.livejournal.com

It was cold in Reefside today, cold and rainy. Therefore, Tommy had no complaints when he ended up in Milliways, and has now settled himself on a sofa in front of the fireplace, bundled up in a black sweater and a blanket. His hair's a bit damp, and it's entirely possible that back on Earth, he got stuck outside in the rain for a while.

He has a mug of hot cocoa, and there's a half-demolished plate of still-warm chocolate chip cookies on the table nearby. He'd probably be open to the idea of sharing the rest. It's been a while since he's been here, after all, what with it having been his first week back at work in over a month.

cf1.livejournal.com

Caitlin Fairchild, or her younger sister, is at the Bar. People who know her know it should be her, but... she is quite a few years younger.

Also, she does not have her normal mood. No, this young woman, if she is the Cait you know, changed a lot, or maybe did not have time yet to grow and mature into the super-heroine you once met.

Strangers might just notice the tall redhead sitting alone in a booth, looking like someone who is suffering with a bad headache.

vonschwannsee.livejournal.com

At the moment, a young sorceress can be found sitting at a table near the Observation windows, reading over a hand-written book with an amused smile on her face. A wax tablet and stylus are nearby, for taking notes- Odile has a rule for herself about reading over other people's recorded spells quite a few times before attempting to do them herself.

From her expression, (and the notes on the tablet), she has found numerous miss-translations, and more than a handful of times where the measurements were inconsistant. However, this is the third reading- she has not been finding anymore.

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

Ace is near the fireplace, on a clear spot on the hard wood floor, practicing one of the steps Spoon had tried to teach her the other day. Sure, she got it was cat, but she can't guarantee she'll be able to be cat in a crowded dancing hall. Thus? Practicing as human.

Damn spins are tricky without a partner.

Side forward halfspin side halfspin back side...

cheevy.livejournal.com

Miniver is in the bar tonight! He's lurking slouched in a booth with a book and a kleenex box, sneezing occasionally.

Allergies. Yarr. He sneezes really... cutely. A tiny tch! noise.

His bird is here, too. Stealing tissues and nesting in them. It's all kind of adorable, in a scruffy, feather-shedding, smarmy hippie way.

yukon-2019.livejournal.com

Lucy won`t leave her bundle of souvenirs, what means that she takes it wherever she goes. Outdoors, right now. Searching the scenery, looking for - whatever.

Little girl`s straying. Aimless? Well ...

hopeitsworthit

OOM: Sam meets up with an old acquaintance, and Dean would so tap that.

The door opens.

"Dude, someone up there really wants us to get drunk today."

Dean turns to look back over his shoulder at Sam, grinning.

"And I ain't objecting. You? I mean--unless you were plannin' on calling that Meg chick."

That leer is a pretty clear message about what Dean thinks Sam might be wanting with a hot girl.

It's--well, Dean would never last this long, definitely.

Maybe Sam shoulda been a monk.

[ooc: Aspen and I love you all! *giggles with glee* But, uh, can we cap threads tonight? We are about to drown! They will be in again this weekend. Swear!]

prydeful

"No."

"Pleasssse?"

"No."

"Pleasssse?"

"No."

It's a very monotonous conversation, really, as Kate sips from a beer and Lockheed looks at it longingly.

Kate's fairly cheerful, though, while the dragon is sulking and stalking back and forth through her on the couch.

"Not gonna bother me, sweetie, and no."

Sulking, Heed goes to sit on the other side of said couch while Kate contentedly folds her legs and sits a few inches above it.

She's probably going to be more friendly than the dragon, if you approach.

colour_girl

For the first time since spring has started, Iris enters the bar. Smiling at random patrons and humming to herself, she moves to the bar where she orders a Rainbow Brew.

Carefully balancing her drink, she moves to a nearby table where she can enjoy her drink and watch people. Maybe, if she's lucky, she'll see some friends she hasn't seen or spoken to for a couple of months.

nolongerhunted

She decides that today is a day she isn't going to spend sitting inside. After all, it's really not all that bad outside. So instead she's out by lake laying on a blanket and reading a book. For once she's rather content. Or as content as one can be. Especially when a few days ago it had been Sam's birthday. Which she hopes was good for him.

But for now she's enamored with her book on the supernatural and her mind is also a bit on Steph. The girl who was also blonde and dead...

hippodamio

Hektor's last visit to the Bar is but half a week gone, this time. When the door opens, the scene beyond is of high ceilings and pillars, and there is smoke and the glint of gold. But it closes, and he bows with fist on brow to the Bar as is his wont before turning to look for familiar faces in this place.

river_meimei

[OOM: Old friends never really leave. Or maybe it's that they never really stay.]

River should be in bed, by ship's time. She was, earlier.

She's awake now. And quieter than sometimes, maybe, but not bleary-eyed, and it's nothing strange for her to be wearing only a loose sundress over biking shorts and bare feet.

The chairs by the fire are comfortable, though, and she's curled up in one now, her hands wrapped around a mug of hibiscus tea. She's watching the room, more or less; it's as hard as ever to tell what she might see in it.