milliways_bar | May. 20th, 2007

May. 20th, 2007

[OOM: time is a face on the water. In Gotham, years ago or maybe yesterday, Oracle and Spoiler talked.]

He should not have told Will about his past...

But he did, and now he's wondering if he'd jumped the proverbial shark by telling Will about the night he and three others tortured the Longbottoms. Even if Rabastan himself didn't participate in the actual crime he was there and did nothing to stop it.

This thought makes him gloomy, because he's opened the door to telling the rest of the story.

About Voldemort and all that the Death Eaters did to the Wizarding World back when Voldemort was still in power and the Boy Who Lived not yet born.

Perhaps he should go for a run in wolf-shape. A lesser mind like a wolf's makes things a lot easier to deal with.

It's better than getting drunk, he figures, despite his sullenness.

Sigh.

Sometimes honesty is not the best policy...

Doesn't make him feel better; just unhappy and maybe a little wolfy-grumpy.

Current Mood: sombre

twistedhealer.livejournal.com

The tall, dark woman with the black dress stands near the Window. When she is not upstairs this is her most frequent position. She watches the entropy without, and it makes her smile faintly.

hearthethoughts.livejournal.com

Today when Matt Parkman entered his bathroom, it was the bar.

IT seems to be appearing more frequently. And that's got him nervous.

Which is why he's got a cup of coffee and the times. He's doing the junior jumble.

Quiet. You know you do it too.

ahogarse.livejournal.com

There's something glinting under the shadow of a tree. A patch of white. Grey-ish white, a faint mist in the air. A sense of presence.

The sound of someone breathing.

milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com

May as the people of Milliways reckon it is the month of a blue moon this year, with the first night of the full moon's rising being the night of the thirtieth. It's still going to be a while before Wells starts losing his temper and needing to be well clear of indoors, so he's still using the Bar to unwind after his lessons with the girls.

He'll be going outside to beat the shit out of the heavy bag in a bit. Right now he's just sitting down with a sandwich and an instruction manual on a very small digital camera. This does not look like his ideal way to spend an afternoon.

blue-star-badge.livejournal.com

Seeing as how it was a rather busy afternoon, there was a rather busy Assistant Dishwasher's Assistant, with his favorite wagon.

Adric was around somewhere as well, collecting empty dishes to add to the perfectly balanced pile in the wagon that the Mostly Clockwork dragon was trundling around the bar with.

You have a dish that needs washing? Just want to squee over the smallish bent-utensil-and-wire dragon? Need help with your math homework? Go ahead and bother them.

mysterysim.livejournal.com

The knob turns, and the door swings open. Why the knob turned is anyone's guess, because the woman who enters didn't even touch it. It swings shut behind her, although she doesn't seem startled about this. And now she can't figure out how to reach the refrigerator for a snack. Confused, she looks upwards, waves, and calls out: "ahhh. . . oouhuu?"

Bella Goth has hit Milliways. Sadly, the green spinny diamond is not visible to anyone else.

Today's aspirations:

Meet someone new
Entertain
Talk to someone
Make a friend

Today's fears:

Be rejected for entertain
Use a public toilet
Pass out

notjustatoaster.livejournal.com

There is a punch bag tied to a tree, a shadowy figure moving as if their life depends on it.

Anyone willing to come closer would notice that the figure is a woman.

Sharon pounds the bag, no protective gloves to save her skin. The skin breaks slowly at first and then starts to bleed freely. Still she pounds the bag, thoughts of Helo racing through her mind, how things could be if she wasn't a Cylon, how it sould be if they could just disappear and start again.

Blood flows down the bag and drips to the ground but she doesn't falter. The anger builds inside her. Why does it have to be this way. It isn't fair

Soon the blood flows from the broken skin tearing more with each punch and yet she continues in a trance, she can't see the extent of the true damage or feel the pain from her broken hands.

notagod-apollo.livejournal.com

Lee comes in from out back, grinning, his hair wet and his tanks slightly damp. Looks like someone just had a nice swim out in the lake. He sidles up to the bar and orders a sandwich, turning to watch the crowd as he waits.

will_scarlett

Will slept most of the day since Rabastan let something loose and sparring with him started to fix it. When he woke, he wasn't sure what to do at first and stayed in his room thinking about what Belle had taught him before he went downstairs.

His eyes still have a wildness to them for the memories have not left yet, though they have been confronted now. Bar gave him food and tea and now Will's sitting at a table, watching the Bar and reminding himself that Rabastan was not in Nottingham castle.

Company would be most welcome.

oh-frak-me.livejournal.com

*Kara saunters downstairs in tanks and jeans and boots, carrying a beer and a notebook and looking for her lover. Anybody see him?*

not_that_spike

[ OOM: On Earth, times are few and far between for stealing a few precious minutes together ]

works-in-space.livejournal.com

Captain Kirk sits at the window, relaxing. His ship still needs work, but he has a crew lined up, including a good number of old friends and former students. He's earned a break, and it enjoying his coffee today.

[ooc: slowtime likely]

princess-midna.livejournal.com

Princess Midna is eating cheese cake. Not a piece of cheese cake. The actual pie itself. She's been in a strange mood the last few days.

That happens when she hasn't seen the father of her baby in a while.

Then again, she doesn't have to have a reason to be in a mood.

Come bother.

krazyglusurgeon.livejournal.com

... and the reasons for that will, eventually, be explained. For the moment, however, the only answers come from a rather bedraggled Sgt. Cooper who bursts through the door, a knife in his teeth and an assault rifle hanging around his neck. He slams the door closed behind him and braces himself on it. Just in case.

"Mmnhfa m--"

He removes the knife.

"THE BLOODY--TERRIFYING SPACE MONKEYS!"

Do not adjust your screen. That is what he said.

Current Mood: crazy

undignified

[oom: home.]

When Wes walks through the door, he was expecting the floor on the other side to be a few inches lower. This wouldn't be much of a problem normally -- he does manage to catch himself by taking a quick step to the side -- but he's also carrying a pile of datacards, which he doesn't manage to catch.

He stares dismally at them as they scatter across the floor, then runs a hand through his hair. All right, he'll crouch down, he'll scoop them all up, then he'll go home. It's been a month, but at the moment, he's still pretty willing to give this place another month or so without him.

One card is under a nearby table, though, and he can't quite reach it even when he stretches.

Naturally, instead of crawling forward to get it, he waves his hand Jedi-style to see if it'll fly back to him.

Well ... it might.

[ooc: after tomorrow, slowtime = very very slow. but, here tonight and tomorrow morning!]

irkentak.livejournal.com

The escape pod has been drifting in space for what has seemed like an eternity for its only passenger. The pod had run out of fuel long ago after being blasted into space by the main Spittle Runner. The escape pod wasn't meant to last this long. Its systems are barely able to sustain life support now.

Hence, the reason why the Irken it holds is just laying inside, suspended in time, almost lifelessly. Though, her mind is whirling with calculations and possible ways to getting back to the planet that is called Earth.

Zim...

He is the entire reason why she is here to begin with! Why she's about to die alone, drifting in space! Why she will never be an invader now!

If I survive this, he will pay... the Irken vows to herself. He will pay for everything he has done...

She is suddenly thrown forward as the Escape Pod lurches hard from sudden gravity. The thrusters instantly blasting with the sudden pull of an atmosphere. The Pod's outer crust heats intensely as the ship shakes with the extreme speed.

The ship's system suddenly starts beeping loudly in warning with blinking red lights. The Irken watches everything helplessly, suspended as she realizes that the pod is about to impact. She couldn't even close her violet eyes as the ship flies through the front door of a building and out the back door in a blur of fiery blue.

Loud scraping sounds against the hull as the Pod digs a large scar into soft earth behind Milliways. Slowing, it eventually to a stop. Half submerged in the lake that is behind the building.

It takes the Pod several moments before a purple light inside starts to blink rapidly before the glass door hatch opens automatically. Soft willows of dry smoke inch out from inside. Finally freeing the Irken inside as she starts to move for the first time in a long while. Only now realizing what had happened. The power supply that the pod had been running on, now gone.

Blinking a few times in surprise, she uneasily stands up to her feet to the doorway of the open hatch. Still weak, long robotic arms emerge from the pack on her back to help with her weight

She narrows her large, violet eyes at the building. Instantly, she knew that it isn't Irken. But it doesn't matter. She must repair her Escape Pod and get back to Earth. There is not only her unfinished mission of filling it with Snaxs. There is also now her revenge on that half-wit, wanna-be invader...

Silently, the Irken known as Tak steps out of the Escape Pod to leave it behind for the moment. Getting supplies and tools is priority. Fixing Mimi, the Escape Pod... Walking through the back door to find...

Milliways.

The bar is officially invaded.

seewhatyoumean.livejournal.com

Cass is training. You can tell, from the rubble of demolished training dummies in the room she comes in from, the faint cloud of dust in the air from the same, and the way she somersaults into the door as if not expecting it to be there.

Mostly from the big grin on her face, though, even when she lands (upside-down, in a handstand, flawlessly) on a floor that certainly isn't in her training routine.

She regards the room thoughtfully from that position, apparently not in any particular hurry to right herself.

callitavesper.livejournal.com

A tell-tale sign that James Bond has spent the night at Milliways would be an alarming lack of suit. A tell-tale sign that James Bond is on holiday at home would be an alarming lack of suit. Therefore: there is no way of telling whether Bond has come in from his flat upstairs or in London. The only thing that is certain is the alarming lack of suit, which tonight has been replaced with casual slacks and a long-sleeve shirt. Our dear Mr. Bond can be found perusing yet another dry historical text, this time of forgivable length, by the fireplace with the habitual vodka martini. Though Bond rather likes his dry historical texts, he certainly would not be opposed to a distraction or two.

there-is-a-me.livejournal.com

Spoon is in the bar, by the fire, finishing the last of the bone beads. All is in readiness. All he needs now is Ace and Moiraine. Life is good. Life is very good.

Life is full of dead bunnies.

wolflord_andain

The door opens, showing a quick flash of gray-gold sky and the silhouetted figure of Galadan, Wolflord of the andain.

He pauses on the threshold for one minute.

Two.

Then, one corner of his mouth curled in a smile that is both amused and resigned, he takes a step forward, letting the door close behind him.

It has been, for him, rather a long time.

Or so it would seem.

He pauses again, head lifting to search through the crowd for faces he knows.

Eventually he will head toward the bar to fetch ale, and food, and a comfortable seat. The land of his father is not overkind to a half-mortal, even one so fierce and bright as Galadan.

Or as bright as he is learning to be, at the least. Some things (andain among them)are slow to change, indeed.

shortofcrazy

[OOM: Sometimes, nice guys finish first.]

Riley Poole opens the front door of an upscale Washington D.C. apartment complex -- and steps into Milliways.

He stares around numbly for a moment, mouth opening and closing a few times, and then he grins from ear-to-ear and bellows,

"CHLOE!"

at the top of his lungs.

If you need him, he'll be the crazy man beaming and ducking throughout various parts of the bar, noisily looking for his girlfriend (by yelling "CHLOEEEE!" every once in a while, and occasionally cackling to himself and muttering things that sound suspiciously like, "Rich. Rich!").

Chloe is the ultimate goal, but today? Today, Riley is going to talk to anyone who gets in his way.

grumpywordsmith.livejournal.com

It's the rubber ball's fault.

Yes, that rubber ball. The one Toby bounces when he's thinking--or hurls at the glass partition when he wants Sam's attention and can't be bothered to get up.

The ball has gone bouncing down the hall of the West Wing and Toby is hustling after it--Toby hates to hustle--and he's so intent on not slamming into somebody else--like, say, President Bartlet--that Toby doesn't even notice when a door seems to open by itself to let the ball bounce in.

Of course, only when it slams shut behind him does Toby realize it isn't a door but a Door.

"....Ah, well. I could use a martini."

He grabs a seat at the bar and tires, quite unsuccessfully, not to be seen.

At least he got the rubber ball back.

lady_moon

Moon's sprawled contentedly on a sofa, a pretty sparkling drink on the table near her and a book in her hands. Two wolves are asleep on the floor beside her.

Or they seem to be asleep.

Can never know with the wolves.

truequest.livejournal.com

[OOM: Link makes a short trip to Ordon, then poses a question... (last thread millitimed to the 17th)]

[Warnings for adult content later in the second thread.]

The front door opens and Zelda wanders in from her bedroom. She sits and drops a bag of rupees onto the bar. "Drinks for anyone that wants one, madam. I'm celebrating tonight." she says with a laugh.

A cup of tea appears shortly afterwards, and Zelda sinks down into her chair with a somewhat silly smile on her face.

Anyone care for a drink or maybe some pleasant conversation?

guppy_sandhu

"Sir, it's not a heart attack. You are not bleeding to death. You are not unconscious or having difficulty breathing. What you have, sir, is slightly too much earwax. Now if you must bring that to accident and emergency, you're going to have to expect to wait."

Guppy shuts the door and flops down on a sofa. He's on a break, the earwax man can wait.

hippodamio

Hektor's left arm is purple and greenish-yellow from a little above the inner part of his elbow halfway down to his hand. It seems to matter little for now; one does not much need the left arm when one is reading intently, even if one must run a finger over the lettering and soundlessly move one's lips the whole time.

The boy is seated near the fire, and has all but forgotten his cooling supper on the plate close at hand.

callsignhusker

[OOM: Saul Tigh gets his wife back. The President of the Colonies thinks Adama is a Cylon.

Neither of these things is particularly better than the other, though at least one of them isn't a long-term problem, judging by a conversation late that day.]

action-antihero.livejournal.com

[OOM: The Book of the Dead. Warnings for disturbing, gruesome imagery.]

Considering he'd been expecting to step into the men's bathroom at CTU, it's a surprise to open the door and find Milliways instead. It's not however, an unwelcome one. He needs the break to focus before he can get back to work, and a drink wouldn't hurt either.

Within a few minutes he's slouching in a chair near the fireplace, a drink by his hand, staring into the fire.

prototype-karr.livejournal.com

KARR is apparently pleased with himself today. The AI nudges the backdoor open with his prow and drives inside, his scanner moving a quick, happy manner. The observant might notice smudges of mud and grass on the lower parts of his prow and wheel wells-apparently, he was entertaining himself outside for awhile. He drives closer to the Bar, parking so that he can sit bakc and peoplewatch. For once, he might not mind people approaching to talk.

fryertuck

[[Millitimed to shortly after the Brawl - specifically, coincident with the cells thread. However, feel free to stretch Millitime as far as you like, just so long as it doesn't cause excessive confusion or universe-destroying paradoxes.

Not the pup's first entrance, but first entrance by this mun. If you've met Tucker before, do not assume I know anything about it.]]

[OOM: Poor, put-upon Danny.]

Tucker's been to Milliways before, but mostly under... interestingly unpleasant circumstances. This time, while he's technically here due to another crisis, the main body of the crisis is over and his only duty is to help prevent patricide. However, he can't very well be present during the first part of Danny's talk with his parents; that would just raise more questions.

Thus, there is a teen technogeek chillin' at the bar, attacking a very large plate of ribs and taking digital photos of anything particularly interesting he sees. (Mostly hot chicks.) Company welcome. (Especially if you are a hot chick.)

Current Mood: excited

sizzuhs.livejournal.com

Sulkyness always seems to run in the Easy Company medic's favor when it comes to pre-jump issues. These issues generally surrounding gear checks, mission checks, and keeping ones self from being to sulky checks. Which, sadly, the last one never seemed to come around for Eugene Roe.

Thus the reason the fully geared (save for his parachute and harness)Airborne Infantry medic of Easy Company, 2nd Battalion, 506th Regiment of the 101st Airborne is siting alone at a table nurseing a mug of hot chocolate looking like someone just killed his dog.

Anyone is welcome to poke him or talk to him. 10 points to the first person who makes him smile.