milliways_bar | May. 17th, 2007

May. 17th, 2007

goodbyesandusky.livejournal.com

It's the witching hour. Do you know where your fashion designer is?

He might not be yours personally, but Clive was over in one of the larger booths, having taken over the table with an assortment of sketches and fabric swatches, working on designs for his upcoming show in Milan.

There was a half-finished caramel-marshmallow-mocha-cream shake on the edge of the table, along with a basket of cooling paradoxes.

G'on and talk to him, he'll share, and he'll be happy to tell you all about what it is he's doing.

gothymcgoth.livejournal.com

And yet, she is still here. One punk rock girl, in an artfully ripped tee-shirt and jeans, sprawled across the couch, her eyes locked on the end of everything. It's so wonderful up there, so special. In a way, it reminds her of the view from Arctis Tor. The view there wasn't like, doomy doomy destruction, but the sky was just so obviously not real. Well, okay, the sky here is real, but there's that not real feeling about it, that sort of, this could never happen.

"It's all so big." Exisistantial crisis, no, not really. Actually, she's kind of wondering if she could
get this inked onto her skin somewhere. Maybe her back?

That actually motivates her, as she cages some pens and paper from the bar, and returns to her couch seat. "Lemme see." She watches, sketching fast, after all the ends don't last that long. But maybe, just maybe-

dragonofgrey.livejournal.com

Draco was lounging in the back in one of the booths. His good mood tempered some from Mia's recent departure. Other than that, things were relatively well. He idly flipped pages in a book with a wand, poring over the Advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts. Needed to keep up preparations for back home.

will_scarlett

The Bar is quiet and Will is still in a thoughtful mood, but the anger at Marian has passed, he worries for her though he knows he can't change her mind.

So he will do what he can here and keep an eye out for Sir Guy, since at least he can help her by reminding Sir Guy of what it means to hurt Lady Marian.

Now he sits with a small smile as he sips some hot chocolate and watches the Bar in this quiet time of night.

azure-mercy.livejournal.com

Now that Zhaan and George Luz have come to an understanding - of a sort - and now that many of those injured in the brawl have recovered, Zhaan is not so bogged down with infirmary work as she has been for the past week or so. She's taking the opportunity to give her garden plot an overdue weeding, and to harvest some useful blossoms and leaves that might do well for medicines, or at least scented oils.

She's not singing, but she's humming, and she's one of those people whose humming actually sounds pleasant.

Current Mood: content

hero_farmboy

[OOM: Clark takes Kara to Smallville. There is a tour, a funeral and a Serious Discussion which includes approximately a metric ton of angst. But it all ends in pie, so that's okay.

Millitimed to very recently, but at a specific time that doesn't conflict with anything else either of them might have going on.]

hatchingviper.livejournal.com

((OOM: Millitimed to just after the full moon: spontaneously there was a fun little camping trip. Otherwise known as a survival lesson; or a lesson in how you can eat pinecones in the spring, but that doesn't mean you want to. Rules are set, fish are. . . not so caught, and pinecones are eaten. Blech.))

thiefprinceremy.livejournal.com

There was a Thief out by the lake, practicing.

He wasn't practicing thieving, he didn't need the practice there, really. He was practicing charging. Still working on making the power of the charge be something other than relative to the size of the object he was charging.

So far? Mostly he'd just managed to singe his fingers, but he was in a good enough mood about it.

alorn-bear.livejournal.com

Belar's been a busy, busy god lately. Mostly on Earth. The Dorbed people of Mongolia are still adjusting to having a really active God in their midst, but nobody's objecting. This's been the single best calving season in memory, and one of the best springs anybody can recall. Word's starting to spread in their part of Mongolia, too; they've got people from other tribes coming to see if the stories are true, and there's even been a few officials out of Ulaan Bator expressing an interest in the Dorbed's renewed prosperity.

That doesn't mean Belar's forgotten his roots, though. Anything but! Now that there's an Alorn active in the Bar again, he's back on track and ready to roll. At the moment, that means out back, by the lake, testing out the configurations of rock and water and wind necessary to get surfing-quality waves on the lake.

... yeah, he's a little weird. Youngest brother for twelve thousand years of recorded time, what can you do.

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

This is Ace, on the couch, with a fruit smoothie thing and a clipboard for paperwork. It never ends, really. There's forms for everything, and during the first few years out of school, the Council expects her to fill them all out, just to prove she can.

This does not please Ace, but she'd rather fill out paperwork than face censure, so.

Couch, smoothie, and paperwork. At least she's learning the great art of administrative BS. She hopes they all get headaches trying to read her handwriting.

bigheadedchild.livejournal.com

Dib's found himself a good seat at a table - by which we mean that he's grabbed a table right along the path of greatest traffic in the bar.

Atop the table is his lunch, his laptop, several recording devices, and a large sign reading:

ATTENTION ALIEN SPECIES!
TELL ME ABOUT YOUR SPECIES AND YOUR HOMEWORLD.

...He figures in a place like Milliways, it's worth a shot.

yankeedoodle_dr

"Dear Dad. This is Hawkeye, coming to you straight out of--" Hawkeye Pierce looks around the bar. "--An interesting place." His voice drops out of the deep, announcer register, into his usual tone. "How's that for official? If I didn't have this charming bedside manner, I should have gone into radio."

Hawkeye leans on his left forearm, microphone (attached to the large reel-to-reel tape recorder that sits on the table) dangling from his right hand. "As for what's been going on lately--" He glances around again.

"Oh, the same old."

poisonwine

It's been a long couple of days. So you really can't blame her for wanting to relax.

Which is why Belle is curled up on the couch, reading poetry, a dish full of cherries next to her, and a large mug of tea cooling slowly on the table. Note that she is also in her pajamas, which are white with blue stripes.

Come and poke her! She'll be happy to share!

regtuesdaysuit.livejournal.com

Little-known fact: the White House never sleeps.

Okay, perhaps not so little-known, as the staffers of the Bartlet White House are, even so early into the term, well accustomed to running full speed all day on empty. NASCAR pit teams would weep to see the way they treat themselves.

There's a lot to do, you know? And Josh Lyman's the guy to do it. I mean, obviously. Are you possibly going to trust someone less competent? There are an awful lots of candidates in that respect, I know, but come on.

When the Door opens this time, the other side is full of bustle. If you've never seen the inside of the West Wing, now's your chance to snag a glimpse as a man -- in his prime, I might add -- strides through, yelling over his shoulder.

"--And get me that memo on how to kick Mary Marsh's ass on TV tomorrow! Not that I need one, but--"

At some point, it becomes important to watch where one is going. The man turns his head midsentence and... very abruptly trails off. He's newish to the White House, but not so new as to have missed the existence of an entire bar hidden in one of the rooms. So Josh Lyman resorts to the first recourse that comes to mind. The one that always works. He surveys the people who are and aren't looking at him and shouts "DONNA!"

[[ooc: GUYS. Hi! Josh is coming in from just before the pilot of The West Wing. And if you know

verymodelof, don't be shy -- they really do look awfully alike.]]

milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com

Wells hasn't had time to get to Brichester today, between the goats and the school and the phone call from his parents and everything else. It's left him bloody sour-tempered, to say the least. Well, there's one cure for that that damn near always works: gratuitous violence.

Those poor, poor paper targets. They never saw the bullets coming.

ltmuldoon.livejournal.com

Christopher Muldoon is in a a dark sort of mood.

It's nothing personal. He has something in his hands that he keeps turning over and over even as he sits on the grass outside.

After a moment, he pulls out a pair of ear buds and jams them in his ears. That object? It's an ipod. And it's got history.

He's got it on the lowest setting (ouch that).

And he could be bothered.

stuck-mynock.livejournal.com

Atton's at a booth, glaring resolutely at his lightsaber (and sometimes at the door) as he prods about it's insides. The sparking might be a little ominous, as might be the occasional highpitched whine that comes from it, before Atton rather hastily rearranges the wires.

If Atton's bothered by any sparking, though, it doesn't show. It's a little difficult to fiddle about with it with one hand, while the other draws cookies off a plate.

Botherable. And the cookies are stealable. Just expect glaring if you do.

abar-starclog.livejournal.com

Carl's been... around. Or in San Francisco.
Either way, he's here now, having another go at that laptop he got from Bar a while back. It's getting a little easier to manage.

maydaybrat.livejournal.com

[OOM: There is a saying about letting sleeping dogs lie...

It works for the dead, too.

Warning: Contains some violence and possibly (probably?) disturbing imagery at the end.]

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

[oom: IN which Jack Frost holds a rather eventful dinner party.

Assume, shall we say, that this was a day ago. Perhaps two or three.

Warnings for violence, specifically leading to death.]

his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com

Although the mun will be off to the land of the internetless again until sometime on Saturday, there is a Sarah Jane in the bar right now!

She is, more specifically, outside the bar tonight. It's a pretty night and the one thing you don't ever really see in London (or in travelling in the TARDIS for that matter) are stars. So a blanket stolen from James' flat in London is spread out on the grass as she lies on her back and stargazes.

It's peaceful, very peaceful.

[ooc: warning for guess what in the sj/james thread.]

lvpd_sidle

[OOM: Things don't always go according to plan. Spoilers for 7x24: "Living Doll".]

cheevy.livejournal.com

Tonight there is a Miniver in the bar. He looks like he's got a lot on his mind. Well... more on his mind than usual. He's curled up in a chair by the trilobite tank, watching the weird critters do their trilobite thang.

called_lioness

Lucy considered swimming today.

It's not really warm enough for it yet, but it was enough to wade for a few minutes and then read by the lake.

It's warm enough also that it's iced tea she's drinking now as she continues reading inside, brushing sand from her ankles absently.

pisswarmchango.livejournal.com

Something familiar is playing in the background. Madonna? ABBA? Something popish like that. Nice groove for the evening.

It's a bar. How Buscemi ended up there or how long he has been stuck here changes depending on the night you catch him. Some days he talks about heading for the light and other days he talks about everything fading to black after...well, that's a whole other story.

He huffs a little, impatient, and ceases his tactic of drumming insistently on the bar. He might have an eternity but the hell he is going to spend it waiting on a drink.

"What's a guy gotta do to get a beer?"

[ooc: fresh meat here: milliways newbie :) nice to meet you all!]

gonna_live

Kaylee has discovered the delights of strawberry soda. Non-caffeinated, even.

She's sitting in a chair by the fireplace with her feet up.

The bracelet with the orange blossom lock and the citron key is not on her left wrist.

agirllost

Emergency Situation - Kim gets through to her dad and makes plans.

Woe warning is in effect.

captainlaurence.livejournal.com

Laurence had been heading from his quarters to the officer's club; when he shows up in Milliways, he's not wearing his sword, and has a small leather-bound book tucked under one arm.

He's still taken aback by suddenly finding himself in the bar rather than his own world, but after a moment's consideration, he moves toward a table.

He may even manage to ask one of the waitrats for a drink, this time.

simon_doctor

There is a doctor in the bar.

He's seated in one of the armchairs near the fireplace, drinking coffee laced with citrus liqueur and studying his datareader.

river_meimei

River met someone a few days ago.

(Sometimes a thing gets broke, can't be fixed.)

She's curled in a corner of a couch, now, toying with something in the pocket of her coat and looking very thoughtful indeed.