milliways_bar | May. 29th, 2007

May. 29th, 2007

matrelli.livejournal.com

[On an autumn morning in Manhattan, Peter comes home.

Spoilers for ".07%".]

ironside-pixie.livejournal.com

Once upon a time ~~in a galaxy far, far away~~ two girls were lost...and found...and most decidedly pleased about the latter fact.

She's fixed. They're fixed. And everything is wonderful. So Kaye thinks, as she balances on the high back of a booth - one foot in front of another like an amateur tightrope walker, arms spread wide to keep her balance. A light-dusting of what looks like glitter falls from her wings when she twirls on the tip of one battered converse. She's glad to be back.

The nymph sprawled along the table top is still a little dizzy with the whispers making messy echoes in her ears and Kaye's probably still a little dizzy with the green of everything, but they're okay. They're fine better lovely wonderful. It's wonderful. She can't stop grinning.

In short: Two vaguely Christmas-colored females ensconced giddily into, on top of, and over a booth - and they're not even planning anything diabolical this time.

Probably.

[OOC: Roll up! Roll up! Once in a lifetime opportunity; a genuine, bonified chance to catch two of the most silly girls ever. Two pups, two muns. Please wait for both creatures to have a say. Just go ahead and start a new thread if you're unsure how this works. Have a nice day :D Slowtime now activated. HUGE apologies. But this mun is dead tired. Stupid timezones.]

Current Mood: giggly

futures_of_ash

[Sometimes the future of a world can rely on the hard questions]

organicmeatbag.livejournal.com

[OOMs: Part I - Wherein finding Revan is much easier when directions are followed (and he wants to be found) and Kira doesn't know how to ease people into news (not that it matters in this case because there are smiles all around).

Part II - Wherein the two are headed home quite quickly, but there is worrying about returning and a small argument to be had (because, really, would they be Revan and Kira if they didn't fight?) before the first night is even up. But everything is going to be all right in the end. (...Right?)

Millitimed to about a week ago.]

will_scarlett

Sometimes sleep is hard to find when the world seems too dark and new pains stir at each turning, no matter how comfortable the bed.

So when the sun appears, Will is downstairs, bandaged and healing, he's on one of the couches half sitting, half laying, trying to make his hurt leg comfortable, trying to make his body heal quicker, trying to make time speed up or backwards.

With his good eye, he looks over the quiet Bar, a small part of him hoping to find a woman who teased and kissed him, but mainly just looking rather than staying too long in his own thoughts.

alorn-bear.livejournal.com

There's a flash of blue light just inside the door, and a moment later both a tall blond man and a very palpable smell have entered Milliways. "Just for the record," says Belar to no one in particular, "I really, really, really don't like camels."

The smell doesn't last long. Hygiene at will is one of the lesser-known perks of being a God.

Belar's still just a tiny bit disgruntled about the whole incident as he approaches the Bar, which is probably why he doesn't really bother to dispel the faint staticky-looking blue nimbus around him as he writes out a note.

Bernard and Mikey-

I've been doing some experimenting and I think I can get some decent surfing-quality waves on the lake if you ever want them. Let me know if you ever need a setup like that for a party or anything.

-Belar

Once the note's disappeared, he orders himself a pint of Aldurford brown and plops down at a table with a good view of out back, where there are no camels whatsoever.

milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com

[OOM: When Harry Wells got the British government to call off their dogs, he thought he left the nightmares behind. He was wrong.]

The girls at the Slayer Academy've been getting more drills and practise sessions and all-around hard training outdoors in the past week or so than nearly any of them reckoned on, largely because their instructor hasn't been willing to come indoors for more than a few minutes at a time. Quite likely they will be taking these next few days as a bit of relief; Wells leaves them in others' hands the days of the full moon whenever he can.

He's slipped away from the school at the end of the last day before the full moon starts and hung a 'no office hours tonight, sorry' sign on his door. Annie'll be meeting him at Milliways tonight so he can get home without having to take his chances with the confines of the van. For now, he's in the Bar proper long enough to get a bit of something to eat before he heads outside. And that's all he can really say about the food; he's too busy looking around every few moments to be troubled with little things like noticing what it is he's actually eating.

works-in-space.livejournal.com

As much as they've improved the exercise facilities on starships, treadmills with holographic enhancements are not a replacement for outdoor jogging paths. So Jim has managed to slip away from his ship and slip into a Starfleet issue jogging suit (maroon sweats, black t-shirt with a small Starfleet insignia on the front and "USS Enterprise - NCC-1701-A" on the back, and exercise shoes). The air is a bit chilly but that only serves to remind him of jogging near Fisherman's Wharf at home.

Come join him on the path, or say hi.

snapped-second.livejournal.com

Libraries are supposed to be quiet. Somewhere in the back of her mind, Brigitte knows this and as she walks through the door, the change in noise level does register. The book she's reading as she walks (Native American Herbology) is distracting enough, for the moment.

When she finally does stop dead in her tracks to peer over the cover, wide eyed, and try to figure out exactly what's going on, it has nothing to do with the noise.

Shaking, Brigitte remains rooted to her current spot and takes in as much of her new surroundings as she can.

callitavesper.livejournal.com

And now, something different: James Bond entering the bar not during his lunch break, nor after work, but before all that. This therefore explains why his snazzy suit of the day comprises only of slacks, a white shirt and tie, and absolutely no shoes or socks to speak of. The mildly embarrassed look on his face, and the way his exposed toes curl against the floor suggest that maybe, just maybe, he would have liked for Milliways to wait until he had put his shoes on. Still, a cursory glance behind him doesn't inspire a retreat to London. He opts to head for his flat upstairs, from which he returns with his feet covered in respectable socks and shoes. The bar is just not on the list of places where Bond feels it's appropriate to go barefoot. It is, however, on the list of places where Bond can get an excellent breakfast.

Bond checks to see if Sarah Jane's followed him in before he orders breakfast from the bar and settles with it at a table by the Observation Window.

organicmeatbag.livejournal.com

From here, Revan has found his way into Milliways and has taken up residence in one of the out of the way booths. He has an uneaten plate of food and a forgotten glass of milk on the table before him as he stares at his hands.

Why is he staring at his hands? Well, they're tanned and freckled from the sun, the skin raw and peeling at the knuckles, and they don't feel like his own anymore. So, he's staring at them, a little lost in thought and feeling a little old again.

He'd probably welcome any distractions. Y'know, before he starts to check if his hair is falling out.

scurlock

[OOM: In which Doc spends entirely too much time marveling at the 'hot' and 'cold' faucet handles on the bathtub, sleeping, and so on in his room.]

By the time Doc makes it downstairs again long enough for anyone to notice that he's actually in the bar, he's been here for a few days, and still can't see his Door. But he's used to this, now, and waiting isn't such a horrible experience. The reason he's decided to leave his room and come down?

He's absolutely starving.

But instead of sneaking back upstairs, today, Doc chooses to order breakfast -- eggs, a slice of ham, sourdough toast with butter -- and a cup of coffee. Once this arrives, he manages to carefully wrangle the plate in one hand and the cup of coffee in the other, the one in the sling, fingers hooked through the handle on the mug, and finds himself a booth where he can see where his Door should be, if by some miracle it decides to show up while he's eating his food.

At least his shoulder is healing better, even if it does make using both hands interesting.

Feel free to come bug the guy, as long as you're not trying to steal his toast.

[May be slow, but I figured I'd throw him in for a bit.]

Current Mood: calm

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

Ace no longer needs a calender to tell her when full moons are coming. She just gauges the collective mood of Wells and Spoon. Right now? Either there's been a massive caffeine overdose combined with a joint loss for Crystal Palace and a really bad relapse, or it's full moon again this month. Combine that with Annie's massive baking attack and three dogs generally catching the two werewolves' mood, and Ace has come to seek sanctuary in the bar. Thus, it is Ace, at a table, with her feet up on the table, studying a printout of the last of the TARDIS scans.

berryberryraz.livejournal.com

One Raz, out back and sitting on a particular rock, enjoying the sunlight.

Two champagne flutes, close by the aforementioned Raz.

Three bottles of champagne, near all of the above.

Is she expecting company, or did she just come out here to get drunk? Both? Who knows?

dragonofgrey.livejournal.com

Draco was still wearing muggle attire. Still wandless. But now something else seemed off today. He hadn't seen Miniver around. Which could be odd. He usually let him know, or left a note. More so than Draco would do himself. Stranger was that his kestrel was also missing. They weren't out back anywhere that he could see. He even sent Martin around to search, but no luck. He left a note to remind him of sword practice, and sat down at a table near the back door. Mildly concerned with his dagger, and a rapier strapped to his belt.

there-is-a-me.livejournal.com

This moon, quite frankly, sucks. Like a fucking vacuum. Like the outside of the fucking Window, it sucks.

Spoon is in the lake. He has been in the lake for the last couple of hours. Long enough that the puppies are utterly dry again, the squid is utterly hidden, and Spoon's fingers would be blue if he didn't keep healing the hypothermia as fast as it hits.

prone-to-panic.livejournal.com

Archie and Moira Kennedy are out by the lake this afternoon, sitting under the shade of a willow tree and chatting quietly. It's not as one-sided a conversation as you might think. Or maybe it is, as the four month old is quite obviously much smarter than her father. Come say hi.

((OOC: Apologies from the mun for being absent for a bit, RL has been a little crazy.))

dust-to-order.livejournal.com

One of the waitrats who sometimes helps out in the Infirmary, takes a note from Sooraya to Bar. She addresses it to Muldoon, Caitlin, and anyone else who might be concerned/knows her.
I'm at the Infirmary for a few days, under observation, but all right. Come in if you'd like, though I can't
promise I'll be very wide awake.
--Sooraya

((threads welcomed (visiting post is up at Infirmary)but will be slowtimed))

i-hate-brownies.livejournal.com

Vaulting haphazardly about plates, cups, wine glasses, and beer steins, the brownies run quickly across Bar, stopping to take shelter behind a napkin holder.

"You're sure you saw it?" questions Rool.

"Of course I did! Right over there," points Franjean, poking his head around and toward a bowl of peanuts in the middle of the bar.

The two hunker down and begin plotting, occasionally growing loud before quieting again.

wizard_dresden

[Harry is, in fact, behind the bar. However, Harry's mun has seriously limiting shoulder pain going on at the moment, so any and all threads will be very slow and new threads will have to be cut off at 2200 EST - perhaps before, depending on how quickly and how well the pain meds work.

Mun apologizes for the extremely short notice, but was hoping the pain would recede long before now.

There are no specials... just come chat w/ the cranky wizard and his skull.]

rogue-wraith.livejournal.com

The front door bangs open and an admittedly slight man in full, obnoxious-orange flight gear stumbles through, all-over soot and grime. His flight goggles, pushed up onto his forehead, are nearly opaque with soot, and his still-gloved hands bear scorch marks. He's coughing fit to burst, having inhaled a good dose of the fumes from burning electronics when his ship got hammered just a short while ago.

It's been a bad day for flying.

Wedge finds the wall beside the door with his hands first, then sags against it, too concerned about the constant coughing and a burning desire to get one lungful of clean air to worry about much else.

stubborn-annie.livejournal.com

When Harry came home the other night, Annie had at first been absolutely livid at what he'd told her. She's had some time to think, though, and plenty of time to settle out her mood. She's doing better now by far, thanks in no small part to having spent a phenomenal amount of time in her kitchen working with phyllo dough for personal purposes rather than for the business. She's brought the fruits of that labour with her tonight, which is why a significant portion of her table is taken up by an industrial-sized baking pan's worth of baklava.

This is probably not the part of the Bar you want to be seated in if you have nut allergies.

countofserenno.livejournal.com

And Dooku is in the Bar. He is...searching for someone, and appears a bit lost as such. Nothing new, but he is keeping an eye on all of the relevant doorways.

mogget_cat

When the lake door opens this evening, the staggering figure in white that enters is uncharacteristically unkempt. He looks rather the worse for wear, his white clothing rumpled and grass-stained, and with bits of leaves and twigs in his hair.

For a long time, he leans on the doorframe, hunched over almost as if in pain.

He smells....... rather minty.

iceheart-isard.livejournal.com

Ysanne Isard sits at a table in the bar.

She wears a crisp Imperial uniform, blood-red, with a collection of conflicting rank insignia over her heart (if she has one). Her hair is long and loose and jet black but for the thick lock of white hair on either side of her sharp face.

She makes no pretense of studying the datapad at hand. No, tonight, she watches the bar. Specifically, she watches the people in it, a faint smile playing across her thin lips. Eyes, one blue and one red, flick across the patrons, from one to the next.

Watching people, exploiting weakness -- this is what Madam Director Isard does.

guppy_sandhu

A miniature riot broke out in Holby tonight between two rival skateboarding gangs. By the time the fortieth casualty was brought in, the department was debating whether or not to declare a majax and seal the place off.

By the sounds of things the two gangs were, by great forethought, brought to the same hospital. Which is why Guppy enters by scrambling between a couple of fighting people and dives into the bar.

He slams the door shut on someone's fingers. Hopefully of the brawlers, but he's not going back to check at the moment. Instead, he allows himself a brief quiet vent of expletives at the ridiculousness of the sitation and goes to the bar, where he gets tea and ice. He takes them to a corner, watching the fire and putting the ice on his forehead where he got in the line of fire.

No point in trying to go back and treat people until security calm them down. Therefore irritated brooding ensues.

stilljustandrew

[In New York City, 2005 ... some interesting things have been going on over the past few days.]

[This OOM has been brought to you by the letters W and H and by the number Uh-Oh. See the back_room for a further announcement.]

wheelsy_sheriff

Bill has got coffee tonight. And he's going to be sticking to coffee for awhile now because whiskey and beer? They seem to lead to rather...odd things.

So, coffee. In a booth where he's feeling kinda guilty...and odd. But honestly? Still in a good mood.

Yep.