milliways_bar | May. 10th, 2007

May. 10th, 2007

wyrd-fox.livejournal.com

Presented for your approval.

A seemingly innocent fox naps on a table.

In front of him is the remains of what appears to be shrew casserole.

Four tails are wrapped around him for warmth.

Would be a pity to disturb him, wouldn't it?

kayip.livejournal.com

[OOM: There are finally answers, but nothing is solved.]

Behrooz wanders into the Bar. And blinks around a few times.

And without hesitation, does something he's never done before - goes right to a table with an excellent view of the window to the universe ending, and stares at it.

For some reason, it doesn't bother him so much right now.

his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com

[OOM: In London 2006, Sarah Jane has some exciting news to share re: freelancing. And the engagement is finally made official with a ring. Warning for sexual content in the beginning of the thread because bubble baths are good to share sometimes.]

ltmuldoon.livejournal.com

The thing about habits is, sometimes they're catchy. Yesterday he started making paper birds and today when he woke up bar provided the book he was working through yesterday.

It's akward and completely ridiculous, but relaxing. So he's drinking french vanilla flavored coffee, and flipping through the pages.

He's doing this in an out-of-the-way booth, but that doesn't mean that it's not okay to bother him.

doh-nutlover.livejournal.com

The door to the Bar opens and Homer Simpson walks through. Unusually for him when the door closes behind him it disappears. Homer doesn't notice this.

He heads towards the Bar and his usual bottle of Duff appears in front of him.

notjustatoaster.livejournal.com

Sharon seemed to have forgotten that the Bar had rooms available because she crashed out on the couch next to the fire last night.

She stirs from her slumber bleary eyed and wondering where she is. Her hair is definately bed hair even though she hasn't slept in a bed. As she sits up and stretches a loud yawn escapes her mouth before she has time to supress it.

A nearby waitrat makes its way towards her and she orders a strong black coffee. She sits bubbing her eyes and yawning while she waits for the coffee to arrive.

Not completely awake but totally botherable.

songofbullets.livejournal.com

El enters the bar, chains musical as he walks.

Settling at the bar, he says, "Tequila."

mendanddefend_archive

Here's a Bob. Inna booth, with a shake, reading some more computer books.

He is cheerfully ignorant of any plots in which his mun might be participating today.

his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com

Outside by the lake is an absolutely wonderful place to be writing right now, if you ask Sarah Jane. The sun is shining and there's a breeze in the air and the lake glistens in the light. Glistens as much as the ring that keeps distracting her from the draft she's working on.

But it's pretty. More than that: it's real.

Still, regardless, there is a journalist outside, sitting by a tree and attempting to work on the article outlined in her notebook. More often than not, though, she's distracted by rather shiny things instead.

dust-to-order.livejournal.com

Sooraya's found a table near the front door to sit and listen, eyes closed. The Bar's sound system is playing something that she vaguely recognizes as rock, and sounds American; beyond that? She's not sure what/who she's hearing.
She's found American music to be an 'acquired taste', but she's starting to like it.

old-lizard.livejournal.com

Chinthliss is out by the lake.

Sitting on a rock, he stares upward, his expression blank, devoid of his usual expressiveness.

The winds slow, if not still altogether. He holds out a hand, palm up. A jagged bolt of electricity, blue-white and sparking, cuts through the air, aiming toward him. His fingers curl inward, catching the bolt from midair. A moment later, it's extinguished as if it had never been.

Tricky, doing this near the water, but someone suggested he try...and there
are reasons.
Though even so, he is staying outside until he feels more at ease. He's not fool
enough to ever try this indoors.
Company is always welcome, but caution before startling him might be advisable.

Current Mood: pensive

passthefudge

"Maddie! Bring my fudge down when you come!"

You hear that bellow? It's coming from the Door which has just swung open on a set of stairs. At the top, you might glimpse bits of living room furnature...but not for long. The view is quickly blocked by a large, orange object which barrels down the stairs and into Milliways. As it skids to a stop, you can see it's a rather large, jumpsuit-clad human. A very shocked, larged, jumpsuit-clad human.

He stares for a moment, wheels in his head audibly grinding.

"GALLOPING GHOSTS! MADDIE! THE LAB'S BEEN COMPROMISED!"

mr-ryan-wolfe.livejournal.com

He walks in so his life pretty much sucks. he's trying his hand a being a reporter but that isn't working well... His friends hate him. And worse then that his cameraman got a bear trap to the leg. There was so much blood brought back memories of seeing all of Eric's on the ground. Slinging him self in a booth before he goes to get him self a drink.

hatchingviper.livejournal.com

Being unable to defend himself, again, from psychic trespass was not a particularly pleasant experience for Wesker. He's not emo, no. Emo means you're feeling much in the way of emotions, for one thing. Quashed, perhaps. He's spent too long in his rooms, reading and trying to get back to his usual frame of mind.

Quashed or not, there's no sense in not eating; he has things to do and he needs to be ready to do them. Wesker's finally come downstairs and taken the back of a booth, where he's been working on being inconspicuous.

But now he suspected he did that too well. He's near the edge of the booth, peering around for a waitrat that was supposed to bring his dinner. He can be readily mistaken as someone who's looking for someone to talk to. And hey, trying to appear normal is a recent project. Give him practice?

guppy_sandhu

After a long overdue first session of counselling (Not the best of sessions - his suspicions of this being an attempt to stop him talking to the media compounded by the sudden ability to find him an appointment without the six week waiting list) Guppy enters the bar, with a strange sense of deja vu. Namely that he doesn't fancy going to any more of those, but like scrambling out of bed for a nine o'clock lecture, has the feeling that he ought to. And that the powers that be aren't going to let him squirm out of it.

He flops near the fire and orders tea.

gifted_profiler

[OOM: Yakima, Washington. Frank's personal investigation leads him into a great deal of trouble.]

gifted_profiler

[From here.]

The door opens and Frank Black bolts through it.

He's never looked quite like this before, not here. His hands are bruised and bleeding, and his eyes are wide.

Fixed. Staring.

(monsters killers murderers danger)

His lips pull back in a snarl, baring his teeth, as he looks wildly around the bar.

[ooc: Please be aware that Frank is in a psychotic state at present. His gift is in full, uncontrolled effect, and what he sees will be skewed. Be warned, he's also violent. Possibly dangerously so.

This post isn't plotlocked, but please ping Aspenx3 if tagging? Thanks!]

river_meimei

River's in one of her old favorite spots: perched atop the high back of a booth, her legs stretched out and shoulders flat against the wall. Her bare toes are pointed, and the long brown tails of her duster fall to either side of the booth barrier.

Mostly, she's staring at various parts of the rafters and the middle distance. Every so often she focuses on something below.

hippodamio

The door opens up a crack; Hektor pokes his head in, peering this way and that. "It will have to do," he says to no one in particular, and backs out again. A moment later he creeps through the door and closes it quietly behind him. For once he has a cloak wrapped around him.

This may have something to do with the fact that he clanks and jingles like many pieces of metal as he moves.