milliways_bar | May. 21st, 2007

May. 21st, 2007

agirllost

OOM:Kim doesn't know what's happening to Behrooz, but she knows it's nothing good.

Warnings for mild violence and angst.

wolflord_andain

[OOM: The beauty of a sunny day should never go unappreciated, especially when it leaves two very clever minds free to plot.]

gris_bug_man

[OOM: All good things must come to an end.]

grandsuccess.livejournal.com

Allie Keys, sure step and ever constant curiosity of the happening of the bar, walked very determined to the bar.

Where she dropped a stack of folded letters, before stroking Bar lovingly like one would a pet or loved one and walking back upstairs.

The important ones were addressed to;

( To Asar-Suti )

( To All Healers )

( To Bar )

forgottenfeline

There is an audible bang as Kyo pulls the door to Milliways shut. Then he leans against it, laughing somewhat breathlessly.

"Ha, you stupid cow, come get me here!" He crows, looking pleased with himself.

He stretched his legs a bit, tired from his run.

(Not plot locked, but all tags are assumed to happen after the thread with Haru)

1st_starfighter

Alex was sitting in a chair and watching the bar. It was relaxing him and he smiled as he looked around. Life was good, and had been good to him, for awhile now. He felt giddy, silly, almost drunk, but knew that Bar didn't serve people under the legal age in their country., Stupid drinking laws.

Still, he was bouncy and relaxed at the same time, and just watching the crowd. He had only been around for a small while, by the standards of many people he had met, but... somehow, it didn't matter. He had learned to relax, to deal with Milliways as it came, to just enjoy it, most of the time. It was a remarkable place, a wonderful place, and he was beginning to wonder if this wasn't where he was meant to be.

Smiling Alex, sitting, people-watching, at a table.

waylostandfound.livejournal.com

OOM: Nathan dealing with some inner demons, gets a somewhat expected phone call from the devil himself. At least, seeming one in the Heroesverse.

For the first time since he first walked in through the front door, Nathan was looking out the Observation Window. The bright lights of the universe ending were reflected on the glass, and upon his troubled face. Considering the choices, and deals he's had to make so far, and the more to come.

(Around, tag anytime!)

skidrowseymour.livejournal.com

[Out of Milliways: They say the meek shall inherit / you know the book doesn't lie]

evryinchbut1.livejournal.com

Your server is: Valerie

There's a waitress on duty, making the rounds to help patrons.

[ooc: Unfortunately, her mun is out having dinner with family. Feel free to tag for slowtime or mention Valerie helping your pup, though.]

carefulwishes.livejournal.com

A young woman enters the Door. Crossing her arms over her chest, she speaks to the ceiling: "Oh, God, fine. I'll stay for one Coke, and then you leave me alone. I've had a rough day, okay?"

You may or may not have noticed Eden before. The young woman in the pixie haircut has been entering Milliways all day, then immediately walking out the Door again. This time, she's decided to stay around.

She takes a seat by the Observation Window, glancing around every so often as if looking for someone. Still annoyed, but that's cooling swiftly as she starts people-watching.

arch-messenger.livejournal.com

Michael bounds down the stairs, taking two at a time, in a hasty escape from this (warning for adult situations) encounter with Scarlet...in her room. Which followed this conversation. What a greeting.

He stops to talk to Nathan Petrelli, a face he'd met when he first entered, in an effort to calm his nerves.

Sometime later, he opens the door to strong winds and there's a flash of geen as he steps out the door, which slams shut behind him.

He'll be back.

talkstohats

Anyone wanting a seat by the fire might have some competition today; there's a ginger-haired young woman crawling over pieces rich white fabric which have been spread out over a significant portion of the floor, carefully cutting out pattern pieces.

Word travels fast in Ingary, and it's been more and more difficult for Sophie to get a moment to herself in between customers - a word which here means 'curious citizens who want an excuse to get a look at the future Mrs. Pendragon.' Add in the fact that Howl can in no way be allowed to get a glimpse at any of the dress-making process, and Milliways, Sophie finds, is really the only solution.

guppy_sandhu

There are a pair of feet (socks, blue with bunnies) poking over the end of a sofa.

Attached to the socks is Guppy, who has his headphones in and is humming something that sounds suspiciously like 'The lion sleeps tonight'.

The doctor is in.

ltmuldoon.livejournal.com

There's nothing to be said about a bar at the end of the Universe that grabs people. Because sooner or later there'll be someone from your world who you don't want here. Someone who you can't deal with.

It's inevitable. Like death and taxes.

Which is why there's a werewolf, confronting what he is and thinking about the fellow from his world who's just shown up.

Pardon us if he's brooding in front of you.

collects_ears

Where George comes from, there is no holiday known as Victoria day; but George can certainly understand the appeal in any holiday that both honours a queen and is cause for drinking. And fireworks!

As such, tonight's drinks are themed with that in mind.

"Tonight's drinks are: Falling Star, Queen Bee, Queen Soda and Virgin Sex on the Beach.."

Here to serve!

"What'll it be?"

angsty-spider.livejournal.com

The lunch bell rang and Peter Parker was not in the mood to stay inside today, first of all he had just broken up with Mary Jane and second he just didn’t want to deal with the stupidity of Spider Man and High School life. He just wanted to eat his lunch.

Peter Parker opened the door to the football field and found himself not outside of his school but rather inside what looked to be a crowded bar. This was not what he wanted to do, not where he wanted to be, why oh why was this happening to him?!!!! Peter sighed and found an empty table to sit at, he had to eat his lunch, as it was he was ALWAYS hungry now. He started to unpack his lunch and caught a whiff of something he hated.

OH GOD, his aunt had packed him the Sandwich of Doom again!!!!!!

He took it out and put it on the table in front of him. He looked at it like it was bout to eat him. Something about that sandwich was evil, Peter knew, he knew that if he took one bite he would regret it. It, the evil sandwich of doom, would, indefatigably bite back. Peter languished over this sandwich that his Aunt May had made him, how could he eat it? How could he betray her ? But still he could bring himself to eat this monstrosity of meat, cheese, sprouts, and horseradish. Heck he couldn’t just miss lunch, but at the same time he didn’t want to be attacked by this thing .

The conundrum ran through his brain, over , and over. He’d have to do something before the bell rang, but what? Lie to Aunt May? No. No she could tell. Tell her the truth?

With a sigh and a prayer to all the gods of the intestine and stomach he decided to eat the darned thing. Horseradish!!!! Was she out of her mind?!!! He wouldn’t turn away from the cursed food, he looked at it as he thought of eating it. He couldn’t turn his back on it, his spidy senses wouldn’t work on this thing. He took a bite…. And it bit back…

drake-bobby.livejournal.com

As far as solo Danger Room sessions went, this was the worse he'd ever had to experience. He'd been decapitated twice, smashed to smithereens and now that he'd rebuild himself sans leather uniform, he'd lost sight of the target.

Again.

Gigantic sentinel or not, the damn thing was more like a chameleon. Lowering his body temperature, he returned to organic ice form and traveled through a series of ice-bridges, deciding to scout the enemy from above.

"Here, kitty, kitty." Traveling rapidly, by causing the ice to form beneath and behind his feet, he pushed himself along the slick surface.

Spotting a lake toward the north end, Iceman headed straight toward it. It was high time for the sentinel to pick on someone his own size. Diving straight into the lake, he absorbed the water, converting his body to gigantic proportions.

As he stepped out, a door appeared to his right. Iceman's brow furrowed slightly. It wasn't big enough to accommodate his size. Curiosity, however, got the best of him.

Reversing the transformation, he turned the doorknob and stepped inside.

((Bobby Drake's in organic ice form. Feel free to react to that and welcome him if you'd like!))

missginnytonic.livejournal.com

Ginny is in. She's at the bar. Relaxing having a drink Maybe a snack She has her wand out practicing some charms. Because she can't do it at home. Her her glass starts to float then becomes a scarf

milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com

[OOM: After a great deal of pondering, discussion, and preparation for getting at the Codex Bricester... Wells says 'sod all that' and just wings it.]

The door opens and Wells strolls in, looking far too pleased with himself considering that he's wearing a suit. Black, admittedly, and rather posher than the strict grey thing he's had in the past- but still. He's smiling. That's bloody weird.

Bar pops up a pint of Bass for him as soon as he arrives, which means the good mood is going to continue for some time.

7twistedwishes

Businesswoman in the Bar. Deep in thought, while looking at... well, nothing in particular. She has a lot to ponder, many things happened lately and a lot of improvisation will be called for.

A sigh, and she looks around for a waiter or waitrat, or anyone really who can fetch her a drink. Alcohol always holds answers.

an_evening_star

(OOM: In the forest of Faerie, Tristran continues his journey accompanying the Lord Primus in his black carriage and reaching an inn. Elsewhere, and a bit earlier, a rather waterlogged and miserable star arrives at said inn - where there are warm baths, talk of hearts, and rather large knives. Which are, in the grand scheme of things, a small price to pay for shelter from the rain.)

cf1.livejournal.com

Cait walks in from the lake area, as (now) usual glancing towards the spot where she first appeared. No portal, no door, nothing, so she is not going home today.

Even knowing what she will find on the other side, the girl is starting to feel very restless. It is the nagging feel of being needed elsewhere, cabin fever will come later.

To a table the very tall redhead goes, sitting down and ordering a glass of water.

No, she is not sulking, why you ask?

river_meimei

What River did earlier: pace the lakeshore slowly, studying it. Walking the bounds, as they say. She's had two years and more to learn every inch of this land, but she doesn't seem to tire of it. From the thoughtful, focused scrutiny she gives her surroundings, one might think that she's seeing something in them no one else does, or one might think that she has a reason to be patrolling. Perhaps both.

That was earlier.

Now, she's slipped under the fence and up onto the top rung to mount a patient Boukephalos, and she's guiding him with her knees (or, perhaps, not guiding him at all) as she fastens the pasture gate behind them.

grovecj.livejournal.com

OG at the bar, just chillin'. The war for territory rages on back home, but CJ felt like resting tonight, and the door to Milliways was a too good of an invite to pass up. A can of Sprunk, a serving of fries, and the newspaper are keeping him busy for now, even if the Los Santos Daily is lacking in content like almost every day.

queenofmay

[OOM: Guy finalizes their engagement before the world. Robin kidnaps the would-be-groom for treason and the Merry Men ~~knock him out~~ save the day. And in the end, a visitor comes to tell her all's well that ends well....except when it isn't ended, or well. ]

There is a ring on the table.

A very small, beautiful, simple ring.
Decorated with vine leaves and graceful flowers.

Marian had been going to bed, but the door opened into Milliways and she didn't have the strength to argue.
So she sat at a table, where a wait rat arrived with tea and scones, which were still untouched.

Because she was staring at that ring.

Company welcome! Come distract her from the fact Guy ~~might be a king killer~~ has taste.

veryvorkosigan

Cordelia Vorkosigan is bored.

It's the kind of boredom that's there to mask increasing frustration and fear at being Bound. She's aware of this. Nonetheless: bored.

Right now she's sitting at a table, trying to solve a geometric puzzle with pencil and paper.