milliways_bar | Jun. 5th, 2007

Jun. 5th, 2007

gorgonfondness

Tonight has been a pretty good night.

But it won't be over until she finishes her work, and that includes a few notes.

( Or rather, invitations. )

hopeitsworthit

[OOM: Winchester vs. Kane, round II. FIGHT!]

there-is-a-me.livejournal.com

((OOM: It is not flesh and blood but the heart which makes us fathers and sons. ~Johann Schiller Wherein Mr. Jonathon Witherspoon comes face-to-face with the fact that while Ronald is alive, he is no longer truly the Witherspoon's son.))

heads-you-live.livejournal.com

Domino had stuck around after showing up a few days previous, coming down from the peak of a mescaline high.

She was better now, more or less, thanks to dinner, water, and a lot of rest.

Just at the moment she was settled near the observation window, a mug of coffee between both hands, her gun leaning against the table leg beside her where she could get it if she needed it, though she wasn't expecting she would.

She wasn't sure she wanted to go back just yet, but she'd decide soon enough.

gone_byebye

There's been a lot of dogs in Milliways recently. Ray is continuing the trend. Mind you, his dog is made of brushed metal and has a glowing yellow panel where the forehead and eyes should be, and isn't capable of any vocalizations more complicated than "WHURF", but still.

"Bar," Ray says, "could I get a couple of five-hundred-piece Magnetix construction sets? One luminescent, one translucent color assortment, and two metallics. Also three sets of the optional plastic vanes. I have some work I need to do before I go back to New York."

The boxes appear. An observant viewer will note For Ages 6-12 printed on the side. Ray does not seem to notice. "Thanks, Bar," he says. "I appreciate it."

He heads over to a table near the door, Francis the robotic tog following behind with a soft takka takka takka of metallic feet against the floor.

fire-admiral.livejournal.com

The weather outside is just this side of revolting by Zhao's standards. He was never all that fond of the northern latitudes to begin with, and now the equivalent of Scotland is his only option as far as climates go.

Bah. He can do better than that.

He's clearly going to have to get some allies together here, some plans and some ground under his feet; there are too many others from the Fire Nation here not to, aside from the Avatar question alone. He'll start looking into that after the morning's Firebending practice out by the lake- where, we might note, the man's entire immediate vicinity is quite warm and dry no matter what the grey, drizzling dump of a land known as Scotland might try to throw at him.

alorn-bear.livejournal.com

Belar ambles in from somewhere in Mongolia (a quick looker may well spot the young men of the local Dorbed clan behind him practicing the country's traditional archery, though they're dressed in mostly-Western clothing) and lays a hand on the Bar. "Sweetheart, I'm in a really nostalgic mood today. There was this one brewer back on Gara about... oh, gosh, must've been six thousand years ago, it was way before the cracking of the world. Anyway, his name was Gelmek, and he couldn't string more than three words together without stuttering like a left-handed kid forced to write right-handed, but Dad did that guy know his beer. I don't suppose there's any chance at all you could pull up Gelmek's recipe if I gave you the memory I've got of the stuff?"

After a long, silent while, Bar pops up a sizable foaming tankard.

"Sweet. You have so got my eternal gratitude."

And because he's Belar, the beer stays exactly the way it was presented to him the whole time that he puts up his usual ANSWERING PRAYERS, BACK IN FIFTEEN MINUTES sign. It'll be good when he gets done.

1st_starfighter

Alex is out by the lake, sitting cross-legged on a blanket-covered rock while reading and drying off in the sun. He has been swimming, and is clad in swimming trunks now, with other clothing nearby in a neat pile on his pack.

He is reading... sort of, as much as he can with his eyes partially closed from the warmth the sun is spreading in him.

It has been a nice few weeks, quiet ones, and he is enjoying the time he is spending here. Still no door, but that is bothering him less and less, these days.

gotham-knocking.livejournal.com

Enter the columnist. It's been a long while since Alex Knox found the door, almost a month, and he's missed the place (and some of the people). He really doesn't get why the door sometimes just vanishes. But then, maybe it was that his place was in Gotham, working on his first official column for the paper, or training the new crime reporters, or just being part of his city.

Today, though, he's back, and he's thirsty (as it's the dog days of summer and Gotham subways are miserable in August). He grabs a beer and finds a seat by the window.

not-a-wizard.livejournal.com

Telemain is in the bar. Perhaps he's finally been bitten by the common sense bug, perhaps he's chanelling Morwen, perhaps he's really just more tired than he thought. Whichever of those, he's decided not to start working again until tomorrow. A day will do him good.

Which is why he's at a chair by the fire, in as much a state of disaray as he ever is (his shirt cuffs are unbuttoned, that's about it) enjoying a nice tea.

milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com

When Wells comes in from today's work with the Slayers-in-training, the Bar pops up something small and chocolate with a candle sticking out of the top. "You're a day off," he tells the Bar, but his expression is overall pretty good-humoured. "'Course, I wasn't here yesterday. Thanks anyway."

He was looking more for something in the way of an early supper than cake, so the candle gets pinched out. He'll save the thing for later. You never know when you might need it.

doc-venkman.livejournal.com

Here's a couple of faces who haven't been in quite a while. Both covered in snow a little. Back in New York, it was winter 1993. So showing up toward the beginning of summer in the bar was a little weird, and Venkman felt a bit overdressed.

"Hey...the door worked. You want to see, sweetie?" Peter walked in with some surprise with a toddler in his arms. He gently placed her down, and she started bouncing around where she stood.

"Yay! Horsie! Horsie! Horsie!" Clapping her hands with glee, while her dad took care of removing her winter coat, hat, and gloves. Not going to need that around here.

"All right, yes, we'll go see horsie. C'mon, been giving poor daddy a headache here." Peter sighed, and knelt down to put her a stroller. But she just shook her head, and started to toddle away. "Hey, hey, ok, no stroller. Stay with daddy, ok?" He brought the stroller and tote bag with diapers, food, and toys to a table.

Maria? Was already walking a random direction with her finger in her mouth. Hey, this place is fun! Lots to explore!

ofthisnonsense.livejournal.com

Morwen is in the bar, at a table, reading a book.
She's also got some cider (she brought it in with her).

blue_raz

Raziel was outback of the bar watching the lake. Of course this was nothing compaired to what was going on inside his head.

He was thinking about Bill, and a few of the other mortals he had met here. He was even thinking about the child soul he had seen a while back. Why didn't he hate them. That was his purpose.

If he could come here, couldn't the bar bring, Vorador, or Kain, or all the gods forbid The Elder God. How would the Elder God fit in the Bar. I guess he would have to hang out in the lake. That would suck. Big, ugly, squid thing bugging him here. That was just too much.

He was watching the ripples on the lake and just thinking. The sun was warm on his skinless body and he would have felt drowsy, if it were possible. Raziel closed his eyes and drifted for a bit the closest to sleep he could ever get.

gorgonfondness

Mia is in the bar. Apparently waiting for someone.

Not only waiting for someone, but waiting for someone in her white fairy dress.

And she's....wearing a touch of perfume?

Must be waiting for someone special.

No present behind her back, oh no. Bar has already taken care of that.

She occasionally checks behind her, just to make sure it is gone. And she looks over herself once or twice.

Hopefully, he'll be here soon to let her know that she looks beautiful.

*ooc: Feel free to Tag, but all other threads will be Millitimed to before Draco's.*

were-needed.livejournal.com

Steed is at the bar, doing the crossword in The Times.

princejonathan.livejournal.com

Jon enters the bar, stretching. He's looking forward to a cool glass of ale, when he spots a familiar blond head sitting at a table with two...babies? Warning signs immediately go up in his head and he makes his way hesitantly towards the group.

"Lilly?"

berryberryraz.livejournal.com

Raspberry is on her favourite rock again, under the Millitimed noon sun, basking. She has a jug of water beside her from which she takes the occasional drink. Two out of three ain't bad, as they say.

Come bother her! She's feeling quite friendly.

lissla-lissar.livejournal.com

The white woman and the fleethounds, ten of them, are running. It is the greatest joy of that breed, and the woman laughs to run with them. It can't be said that she is truly light of heart, but her joy at being surrounded by an ocean of canines is honest and unfettered.

Silvery hair dances on the wind behind her, bare legs and feet flash through the ground cover in light steps. They have no coherent purpose, the dogs and the woman, they run for the pure joy of running without care for who and what they might meet.

wizard_dresden

[ooc: mun leaves fair warning that she is on munchikin-sitting duty from about 2000 to 2100 EST and may have to make a break for it around then - unavoidable absence.]

"Harry, are you going to serve tonight or what?"

"I'm behind the bar, aren't I, Bob?" What's he getting at?

"Just checking, you looked a little spacey."

"Rather tired."

"Fine, I'll talk. Folks, the special for tonight is Tequila. That's all."

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

(OOM: Ace never could manage to take a vacation when left to her own devices.)

Ace wanders into the bar with a datapad and a notebook. While helpful, info-dumps contain quite a lot of useless information, in which (she hopes) a little bit of relevant data is hidden. She orders a chocolate milkshake and a plate of samosas, taking both to the couch to enjoy her dinner while continuing to hunt for the information she wants.

wine-women-song.livejournal.com

There is always a pull.

Tonight, the pull is particularly strong in this place. And as Dionysus walks in the back door from the woods and spies Capt. Jack Sparrow upending the better portion of a bottle of rum onto the Bar, his face lights up.

Yes, tonight the pull is strong indeed.

notagod-apollo.livejournal.com

Lee Adama has a cup of coffee and a large atlas. He also has a table to sit at, but that's kind of beside the point. He's absently stirring his coffee as he studies the topography of a continent called 'Europe' with singular fascination. Come poke him, see if he jumps.

((OOC: Warning for nekkid Pilots inna lake in the Starbuck/Apollo thread. Like anyone's surprised.))

pirate_jack

When he comes sauntering into the bar through the lake door, Jack has a new sword hanging at his side and a very self-satisfied air about him.

He strolls over to Bar and runs one browned hand across the surface of the wood. "Evening, luv."

A bottle of rum appears, and Jack picks it up, saluting her with it-- then stops mid-motion, looking speculative.

"You know, lass, we've got to figure out a way for you to have a drink. 'S not right you should always be serving without ever tasting a spot of rum, savvy?"

Without further hesitation, Jack promptly turns the bottle up and pours a measure directly onto the wood... which slowly darkens as Bar absorbs the drink.

Jack grins. "Let's have another bottle, luv! One for me, and one for you!"

[ooc: just for the record, Bar's actions in this post and the ensuing thread(s) have been preapproved by bar mods. (ETA: See this back room post for further details!) thanks!]

argyle_princess

Hannah is out by the lake, in the long-shadowed late afternoon sunshine, half-humming along with her iPod.

She's slightly twisted into the somewhat awkward position of a girl sitting on the ground and painting her own toenails. The polish is a very bright shade of the violet end of purple, one which has certainly never occured in nature on Earth, and probably not on any other planet, either.

Plus, it has glitter.

http://users.livejournal.com/_wonder_girl_/

The door opens to the sound of laughter--human, young, and female, by the sound of it. There are also several voices, but only one girl steps through into Milliways, and she doesn't seem to notice at first, head tilted back over her shoulder as she enters.

When she turns her head, she freezes mid-laugh, her mouth falling open in shock. After a moment, she breathes, "Oh, my goodness..."

Wide-eyed, dressed in Victorian fashion, and at least three years older than the last time she set foot in this place, Alice makes her way into the bar.

their-catherine.livejournal.com

OOM: The day after Sylar attacked Frank, the Black family is reunited.

guppy_sandhu

The shift before Guppy's was dealing with the tail end of a massive pile-up just outside Holby. Which was in one way lucky for him, because he didn't have to deal with it. However it meant that all his patients were the poor souls who'd had to wait more than six hours for treatment, and were consequently tired and irritable.

He's in the bar now, grabbing coffee.