milliways_bar | May. 30th, 2007

May. 30th, 2007

Some songs are still around in 500 years. Other songs are on the Milliways jukebox.

Kaylee has obtained a roll of quarters from the bar (the credits she has at hand are too wrinkled) and she's flipping through the choices.

And blinking, at some of the choices. There's the soundtrack from the critically acclaimed musical Red, White, and Blaine. There's "I'm Going Back To The Waffle House" by Mary Welch Rogers and Jason Bowen. There are the complete works by some guy named Billy Shears. He sounds familiar; Kaylee can't place her finger on why.

But there's also a song she hasn't heard in a gorram long time, and never in English; that'll be worth a couple of quarters. She keeps flipping through the song list, cup of tea largely forgotten behind her.

visible_sariel

Sariel's coming down the stairs rather slowly tonight.

The reason for this is probably the datapad she's holding in one hand and studying as she walks. Falling over one's own feet or a missed step because of the star charts being skimmed over would be a downright embarrassing way to start an evening in the main bar. those stairs are therefore being taken one by careful one.

Well, almost.

the last one is tripped over and down, and she lands heavily on booted feet just beyond it. "Oof!" On any other day, she'd be mortified at her blunder, blushing as crimson as possible and hoping desperately that no one saw. But tonight is different.

Because her attention's just been snatched away from the charts in her hand by a flash of something metallic grey-silver standing out from the uniform color of the far wall.

Yes indeedy, folks, Sariel again has a door.

She's headed across the room at a purposeful stride as soon as she realizes the truth of what she's seeing--it's not a run, by any stretch of the imagination, but certainly not her usual unassuming motion. Those silvery sliding doors swish open at her approach and the lift of the hand not occupied with that datapad, and in the moment after she steps across the threshhold, the view beyond is of a set of quarters, homelike and pleasantly lived in.

then they've cycled closed and vanished, with Sariel on the opposite side. For now.

OOC: Just establishing Sariel's temporary exit from the bar, the better to move forward in canon a bit. she'll come back in shortly.

unique-clayr.livejournal.com

Lirael hesitated before writing the letter. There was no reason to send it, no reason at all. He had the sly grin of a free magic creature and the stench was unmistakeable. His words and those of the blue girl had planted a seed of doubt in the Clayr's chest; one that could not easily be undone.

( To the cat )

Then gathering her courage, the clayr stepped through the door; time to face her destiny, whatever that might be.

visible_sariel

Back on the Enterprise, Sariel and the rest of the crew deal with an unexpected situation as best they can.

Contains spoilers for the Next Generation episode Rascals. Rated D for darkstuff near the end, D for dreaming and W for where's that dang door gone?

lady_moon

[OOM: Millitimed to late Monday night -- Moon kidnaps Miniver and takes him back to the tarot's home. There he meets some of the family, has supper, and then an emotional breakdown.]

iambetadraconis

To say Rabastan is cranky is putting it mildly.

He looks positively ornery. And fit to be caged.

Not surprising. Tomorrow begins yet another three-day cycle of pain and high-strung-ness and instincts that can't be tamed; only controlled and managed.

The job of controlling and managing falls to the goblet of wolfsbane potion sitting in front of him that is decidedly unconsumed.

And the plate of vegetarian fare hasn't been touched either, so you know he's off his feed.

Off of a lot of things really.

At least he's not wearing that ring of his.

Current Mood: bitchy

pirate-gibbs.livejournal.com

Gibbs is seated on the shore, in a mood to relax. The ship is fine, as is the weather. There's really nothing to do.

And that is leaving him utterly antsy. It's past time, he thinks to himself, to be heading home. But that takes a door, and he still can't find one. So he's left waiting, something that he's not good at. Even if he tries to tell himself he's just relaxing, he's not.

ahogarse.livejournal.com

The something (child) is out on the edge of the lake again, standing still by the water and looking out over the lake. The sunshine is turning his black hair a chalky, watery grey colour, as it streams through him. Santi doesn't cast a shadow.

At the moment, he's lost in thought.

milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com

This is NOT the day when Harry wants to be inside, not at ALL, but Annie's gone and got caught up in something at the bakery involving the really huge Hobart stand mixer and she can't get away. Thus there is an extremely nervy werewolf darting into the Bar with a sign for the back door.

Attention Milliways Patrons:

For the next several nights the woods of Milliways will be unsafe due to the full moon. Some of the patrons here are werewolves and lycanthropes of various stripes and many of them use the outdoor area around Milliways as a retreat during the time immediately surrounding the full moon. It should be over by moon-set on 2 or 3 June. In the meantime, do yourselves a favour and refrain from going outside at night if possible.

Thank you.

That's done, the duty's discharged; he hasn't got to stay inside any longer. He's just going to check around for anyone else he knows, anyone who might be looking for him-

Oh, hell, he's got to stay here until Muldoon shows up. Someone's got to open the door.

Blast.

pointed-spoon.livejournal.com

The old man is hunched out by the trees, stalking (hobbling) through the shadows and muttering things to himself as he goes.

It's either madness.

Or it's incantations.

Guess?

lissla-lissar.livejournal.com

One woman, white. One bitch, fawn. Six puppies, a variety of colors. They are all lined up, ready to go out the door and back from whence they came.

After some moments she turns back toward Bar to leave a short note, and then the woman and the canines again watch the front. The only thing keeping them from leaving is lingering hesitence on the woman's part.

sime-channel.livejournal.com

Suzi slipped in from the supply closet in San Francisco (confused, and holding a box of coffee filters) and blinked around for a moment before getting summarily begged to run happy hour and dumped behind Bar.

Mikey is not behind the bar. He is, in fact, nowhere in sight. Which is why the Sime is staring in confusion at a growing list of things on Bar's surface as the Bar attempts to help Suzi figure out what in the world is going on.

Next step? Specials.

Green Sneaker
Blindside
Slippery Box

And now she's flipping through the notes on how to mix things, bewildered. So maybe "happy hour" is more "confused as heck hour", but here it is.

jack_inthegreen

Here is Jack, doing something he's never done here before: playing a little jazz on the piano. It's some incarnation of "Blue Skies"--a little minor, a little happy.

child-murderer.livejournal.com

Achilles whistles as he comes into the bar proper. His captive seems to be doing just fine, no one has missed her yet, well, they all think she's dead anyways. Other than the fact that this blasted bar keeps him here... the murderer known as Achillies is doing just fine.

He orders a drink and wanders around the bar looking to see if anyone interesting pops up. A piece of his mind turns around his little problem as he does so.

thiefprinceremy.livejournal.com

This is not a GIP, not in the slightest.

Well maybe in the slightest, but only because the icon is amusing, especially when you know Remy's line of work. Which some people don't.

In any case, shirtless Thief and/or Delicate Flower in the bar, sprawled on one of the couches as per usual. He had a drink on the nearest end table, and was apparently playing a one-handed game of solitaire while keeping an eye on the bar.

If work came along, he was on the clock, if not, he wasn't. It really was that simple.

shining-mercury.livejournal.com

There is a blue-haired, blue-eyed teenager in the bar tonight, but she is not Ami Mizuno.

Not so anybody'd recognize her, that is. The difference is more than just the high blue boots and the short blue skirt-- it's something in her eyes, in the way she carries herself, even (if you've a knack for such things) in a certain aura hanging about her.

Right now, however, that aura is mainly one of "deer in the headlights." Ami-chan might come and go as she pleases, but Sailor Mercury really did not expect to show up here.

After a moment's panicked staring, Mercury recovers herself and does what any self-respecting Japanese superhero would do: She goes to the bar and orders tea.

... She hasn't actually been fighting any enemies tonight, so she figures a nice drink can't do any harm.

[OOC: Enter Sailor Mercury! As a note, if your character has met Ami before, they will probably NOT recognize her now, as she is transformed. All those sparkles tend to interfere with the whole getting-recognized deal! All taggers welcome, however; ping at Merky Dee with any questions.]

guppy_sandhu

The Holby emergency department has calmed down significantly over the last twenty four hours. A lot of the skateboard gang members had either been arrested or collected by their mothers by the time Guppy ventured back last night.

Looking somewhat less pissed off, he is currently situated in his usual spot by the infirmary, tea in hand and pile of forms in front of him. Miniature riots tend to generate paperwork. As well as interviews with the police ('Why did you lock the suspect in the cupboard?' 'Because he hit me over the head with a skateboard officer.' sort of thing.)

The doctor is in

gramarye1971

After leaving the bar the other night, Merriman had opened the door to Oxford and made his way to his rooms, where he paused just long enough to remove his shoes and put them neatly by the door before all but falling into bed. Some uncounted number of hours passed before he awoke -- he hoped it was somewhere nearer to twelve than to eighteen or twenty-four -- but however long it was, it certainly made him feel more human. (Or the nearest approximation to the idiom.)

Tonight, he has a glass of wine and a crossword puzzle, and is enjoying one of the first moments of leisure he has had in quite some time.

blueeyedjohnny.livejournal.com

A tired soldier enters the bar. Thin, ragged and hungry. Johnny's eyes show that he's seen too much today, this week, this year, in the damn war.

He mumbles a request quietly to Bar as he reaches her, dropping a couple of coins on her surface as she gives him a beer, a packet of cigarettes and two small sacks. He deposits both on the floor and flops on the nearest sofa before lighting up and putting his feet on the chair.

He isn't averse to company, so long as you aren't Zlobenian or a morris dancer.

action-antihero.livejournal.com

[OOM: July 17, 2012; 3:06am: Jack gets the name of the person in charge of the nukes, and it's someone very familiar to himself and Kim.]

locks_it_up

Death doesn't actually have long days.

First off, she likes what she is and likes how she spends her existence.

Second of all, she doesn't think about time.

But sometimes it's nice to pretend you're relaxing after a long day anyway, with strawberry lemonade sweetened with honey and bare white feet pulled out of black sandals in front of the couch you've settled on.

Tonight's one of those times for Death.

OOC: No more threads, please. I love y'all, but I'm swamped. :)

spooky-shrink.livejournal.com

[OOC: Malcolm's dreams have been vivid of late, but perhaps he's earned a reprieve from terror. Because this time he's back in Philadelphia, the home he used to know. And with the woman he still loves. But whether this is dream or vision or something else again remains to be seen.]

fighting_mad

[OOM: On Eiattu, a conversation does not go as well as it could have. Millitimed to last week.]

soulkeepersong.livejournal.com

Hey, this isn't th- oh! It's that weird bar again! I haven't been here for ages. Okay, it's been about two weeks since I was last in here, and really? I could use a break. Maybe catch up on my sleep. I haven't been sleeping well lately. I keep having these really weird dreams about the ocean. Just...weird.

Of course, my whole life's been weird ever since that night in the construction lot. And then on top of all the aliens and morphing and stuff, I end up in Milliways. Still, that time stop thing the Door does is pretty cool. I check to make sure I can still see my Door before heading over to booth and waving over a waitrat.

will_scarlett

Will has tea and the only bandages are on his knuckles as he watches the Bar from a table, there's a plate of cookes too; peanut butter and sugar cookies in the shape of different sorts of leaves which he's eating absentmindly.

The Bar is fascinating tonight and by looking around he can sneak a glance at his door without being too obvious or worrying too much about what's on the other side.

mandercommander.livejournal.com

Multi-Pup Post!

Bonzo is at the Bar, eating dinner and getting some time to himself...sort of. Dooku is probably four tables away, keeping an eye on things to make sure that the kid doesn't get himself into any trouble, likely courtesy of a certain other character in here.

And Boba Fett is on the other side of the Bar. He has a sign on his table.

Troubleshooter for Hire.
Rates Negotiable.