milliways_bar | Jun. 8th, 2007

Jun. 8th, 2007

action-antihero.livejournal.com

[OOM: In the Northwest Operations Complex, Mike Novick hears and has a difficult conversation with President Logan.

Meanwhile, at CTU, someone has to interrogate Henderson, and Jack's determined to be the one. It's debatable which of the two is going to break first.

Warning in the second thread for torture.]

watchmakers_son

[Out of Milliways: After receiving Blodwen's gift, Sylar puts it to good use.]

alorn-bear.livejournal.com

Some days you get spectacular teleportation effects with Belar, and some days he just walks in from Mongolia or Canada, and some days, even gods get lazy. Belar's just there today, with his usual self-decrementing sign up on the table reading ANSWERING PRAYERS, BACK IN 15 MINUTES and both feet propped up on-

Well, okay, he's not that lazy. Belar might be the Bear God, but he's got enough manners to've conjured up a footstool instead of putting his feet up on the table. He'll send it back where it came from when he's done- it clashes with the decor, and that kind of takes some doing in a place like this.

gone_byebye

[OOM: Scenes from the Road. An investigator with the National Paranormal Activity Survey catches a whiff of Walter Peck, whose personality doesn't seem to have sweetened at all with his freedom.]

New York City's having a cool patch in the middle of an excessively warm summer right now, but there's a street fair going on a couple of blocks upwind of the Firehouse. The clashing smells of street fair foods and the usual stuff you get in Chinatown isn't conducive to concentration at all, so Ray's opted to slip away from the Firehouse for a bit in order to get his daily lightsaber practice in. If you head out back from the Bar, you'll probably be in time to catch sight of what resembles a geek flailing around with a Star Wars toy.

We say 'resembles' because very few geeks with toys are also being fired on repeatedly by a genuine hovering training drone with an apparent grudge against organic life, and because flailing would imply that he wasn't rather nicely deflecting something like three out of four shots. Ray may not be the most graceful practitioner of hybrid lightsaber techniques, but he does know what he's doing. No, really.

lissla-lissar.livejournal.com

OOM: Lissar and the puppies rescue the boy. All text except the paragraph on hunting taken directly from Deerskin. The bit about the toro is condensed from about six pages.

pirate-gibbs.livejournal.com

"Friday morn when we set sail,
Not very far from land,
We there did espy a fair pretty maid
With a comb and a glass in her hand, her hand, her hand,
With a comb and a glass in her hand."

The pirate worked on the deck of the grand ship, tasks meant more to keep him busy than anything else. And as he worked, he sang.

"While the raging seas did roar,
And the stormy winds did blow,
While we jolly sailor-boys were up into the top,
And the land-lubbers lying down below, below, below,
And the land-lubbers lying down below."

It was a song he had learned in his days in the navy, meant as a work song but in some ways a sort of prayer that the seas would not roar, the winds would not blow foul, and the mermaids would not rise from the depths. For he was quite sure that such creatures of beauty and death swam beneath.

"Then up starts the captain of our gallant ship,
And a brave young man was he:
‘I’ve a wife and a child in fair Bristol town,
But a widow I fear she will be.’"

He didn't pause to ponder if he had chosen this song because it mentioned the city of his birth. But he did wonder if Bristol town was still fair, these many years removed.

Odds are that you can hear him singing from the shore, and that he won't mind an interruption.

{ooc: slowtime possible for work, etc.]

child-murderer.livejournal.com

[oom: A short conversation a rather upsetting ending, and the bad guy leaves again. One day... he'll go away for good.]

1st_starfighter

Alex is out wandering in the back area, thinking and smiling. He is tired, having run some this morning, and feeling as if he had been run over instead. He isn't in really fit shape, and is starting to realize just how different it is to walk-run a few miles in a desert, and to try to really run a few miles in something like Scottland. He chuckles, shaking his head at his own silliness, as he wanders.

He had scouted out a few places to use the smart gun, and run, but... mostly, this morning has him thinking of all that has happened to him in Milliways. And of how much it has changed him. One of the largest signs of that change is perhaps in the way that he is smiling about the things that have happened now, instead of being freaked out, as he would have been, just weeks before.

He grins, and walks on.

gravity_shifter

Sikozu has been sitting at a table for some time now, the DRD she built resting inactive on top, staring at the door.

Finally, she takes the robot and approaches the door very cautiously and then slowly opens it, just the tiniest bit. After a few seconds, Sikozu opens it a touch wider and sets the DRD on the other side. She whispers something in a language very few here would recognize and the machine buzzes to life and sets off.

The door is closed, and Sikozu retreats back to her table to stare some more. Although she now looks decidedly anxious.

ltmuldoon.livejournal.com

There is a military man in the bar.

Really well and truly not unusual given the circumstances. It's a bar, it's at the end of the Universe. Pretty standard.

He has a bottle of Curevos and neither he (nor his mun) would be adverse to company.

princess-midna.livejournal.com

Heaving a long breath, Midna grunts quietly as she takes a seat in one of the booths. Her hands resting protectively on her enlarged belly.

"Almost six months of this and I'm still not used to it..." the Princess grumbles to herself.

A large pepperoni pizza, watermelon slice, and a root beer float mug appears on the table. (Cravings)

With a soft smile, Midna breaths a silent thanks to Bar. Helping herself to a slice.

gorgonfondness

[OOM: There is some small comfort sleeping in his arms, his song.]

giftedthom.livejournal.com

[OOM: Alanna and Thom attempt to discuss 'feelings.']

Alanna and Thom come into the bar through the front door, holding hands. Thom looks thinner than before -- even a little sickly, but they seem happy. And like they've got a secret.

Thom lets go of his sister's hand and says, "Drinks are on you, right?"

scurlock

[OOM: Doc's Room at Milliways, in which he has a short, but distressing dream about getting comfortable and therefore getting too slow.]

Doc wanted to go out and shoot, but at the moment, there were other pressing things on his mind after he came down and entered the bar. A check of where his door should be, still, no luck. So instead of going out, he thought about a brief conversation he'd had with Mike and Will, and then decided that there needed to be some experimenting.

So after asking a waitrat to bring him dinner -- a steak, with some potatoes, vegetables, and a glass of milk -- Doc settled at an out of the way booth and set about eating his meal, keeping to himself. Thinking. Pondering.

Plotting.

So after finishing dinner, he stopped by the wooden top and asked Bar for two things.

"A dram of whiskey, and some 'duct tape', please."

The whiskey comes quickly, and Doc sips from the glass, before a thick roll of the silver colored tape appeared, along with a pair of scissors. He eyed it curiously, thanked Bar with a quiet offering of verbal appreciation, and then retreated to the floor near the fireplace.

Anyone who notices the look of utter confusion on his face as he sips at the whiskey and attempts to figure out just how this sticky stuff works, is free to come bug him, despite the determination and concentration on his face.

last_adam

[OOM: If you'd asked Adam what he'd be doing now a few months ago, certainly commiserating with his wife's dead brother in the land that has forsaken him would likely not have been high on the list.

But here they are.]

fran-goldsmith.livejournal.com

The door opens on a landscape that's largely hidden by a blizzard. Fran scrambles through the door, and watches it vanish. She seems unsurprised by this, her expression unreadable, as she finally turns away. Her shoulders slump a little, before she squares them.
Never look back. It doesn't help.
Snow's dusted her hair and the back of her parka. It's been a little less than two months for her, since her departure. She's less concerned about that,
though, than about the bundle she's carrying, protected by her coat.
Going to a nearby table, she sits, just as said bundle wakes up enough to
look around, wide-eyed.
Fran smiles tenderly, cuddling him against one shoulder as she follows his example.

lissla-lissar.livejournal.com

The white woman and her dogs are in back of the bar. The dogs are playing keep-away with a brilliant blue ball which they pass between themselves according to some bizarre kind of dog-logic, and the woman is laughing gently.

Under normal circumstances fleethounds are among the most stately of dogs. Wrestling and diving at each other are not those circumstances. They're just gawky right now.

dust-to-order.livejournal.com

Sooraya's come to the conclusion that math is a tool of The Forces of Darkness, after some time hitting, or trying to hit, the books.
One such book is currently serving as a drink coaster, the others are on the floor by her feet.
If you want to try to convince her otherwise...well, you'll have to wake her up first. Feeling ~~brave~~ ~~suicidal~~ lucky?

underwater-owl.livejournal.com

He can't help but be in a good mood. It's been one of those sorts of days. Weeks. He's spent it taking it easy (as you can, while frog hunting) and enjoying every moment of it.

His hip, should you ask, is feeling a lot better. And Random, flopped in a chair by the fire, is up for company.

not-a-wizard.livejournal.com

[ooms: Aware that there was a problem to solve, Telemain had been working.]

berryberryraz.livejournal.com

[OOM: Raspberry visits Telemain and acquires some new jewelry.]

A goo-girl enters by the proper door - an oddity in and of itself, considering she's Bound. The further oddity is that she's... well, wearing isn't quite the right word. She has a necklace with a ring on it. It's floating in her torso, just behind her collarbone, the chain twirling up throug her neck like a small, lazy sea serpent in a raspberry ocean. She looks eminently pleased with herself, and a good deal brighter than usual.

lady_moon

Moon is in the bar with Mare and a small puppy.

It's grey and brown and teeny, curled up sleeping in her lap.

She and Mare have taken over a sofa, and the grey-brown wolf seems terribly fussy over the sleeping puppy. Moon keeps reassuring him quietly that, yes, his son is quite safe and content asleep and if he keeps fussing she will send him home.

If you do stop by the tarot card and her companion with their tiny charge, be very quiet.

It's never good to wake a sleeping baby, no matter what species he happens to be.

wizard_howell

With Sophie busy with her sisters and Michael in town and Calcifer off wherever he's gone to, what else is there to do but step into the end of the universe?

It's a lovely place, and it has good cider.

And the King doesn't know about it, so he can't come round fussing for more spells for his army.

And the Witch is gone, so he doesn't need to worry about her, and Miss Angorian is vanquished, and everyone who was in bits and pieces is put back together, and...

...there's no hot water for a bath. All those things given, it's a fine night for cider. Or for tea. Or for one pint of cider, and the rest of it tea.

Or to sit at a table and people-watch. One thing's for certain: now that he has his heart back, he's awfully less fond of being alone.

politestpirate.livejournal.com

"-I just thought you had it blocked." Might be the slight mutter from Wellard as he heads down the stairs from room E13 with Duo. Both of the two older teens have that well-deserved tired look that comes after a sparring practice-

Just that Duo is sporting a rapidly darkening bruise on his left cheekbone.

"And I thought you were gonna pull it," Duo says, grinning and clapping Wellard on the shoulder. "But hey, at least I know I'm doing something right."

Wellard shakes his head, amused, as they both head to the Bar. Duo does does not even have to say anything before an icepack appears on her surface with a resigned air.

((Two chars, two muns. Tag one or the other or both.))

shikkari.livejournal.com

Osaka has been having trouble focusing on her summer homework; she keeps falling asleep. She thought maybe a change of venue might help her concentrate.

Clearly, it hasn't helped.

Anybody wanna come wake her up?

heads-you-live.livejournal.com

THwack THwack THwack THwack
Anyone out near the lake at this time of night might hear an ever-changing, mostly rhythmic hollow-pipe on solid wood sound.
Thwock thwock thwock thwock
Domino had gone home, see, and then come back after the world went wrong once again.
Thwockthwockthwockthwock
The bounty hunter apparently had some frustration issues that needed working out.
Thwockitathwockitathwockitathwockita

Just don't sneak up on her and you'll ~~probably~~ be fine.

oldballofgas

It's been a couple of weeks, and Calcifer has been able to come and go through Howl's chimney several times without any issues. Maybe showing up at Milliways that one time was a fluke.

... or not, as the fireplace he just arrived in is definately not the one he spent five years attached to.

"Oh," he says, blinking a couple times at the room. It's this place again. He looks around for Sophie, or maybe Howl. Maybe both. Then, because he's rather hungry, and he's been trying to not eat Sophie's flowers (although sometimes they're just so tempting), he looks around for one of those rats.

Those pinecones were rather tasty.

misterparker.livejournal.com

Parker steps into the bar, his boots newer than before. He's wearing an Italian shirt and worn jeans, his expression carefully controlled.

Striding to the bar, he asks for a beer, taking a long swallow before settling against the bar to wait.

will_scarlett

The smug and happy grin on Will's face seems to be stuck even after the impressive hangover.

He's sitting at a booth, testing out duct tape, cutting pieces off with his knife and seeing the best way to layer it for securing something.

There's a pot of tea and a plate of cookies and lots of duct tape, also lots of sticks from outside, the better to fiddle with the tape.

the-h-star-r.livejournal.com

Ladies and gentlemen, he has returned.

And boy does he look like he's had some fun while he was gone.

If he comes by, you might hear him saying, "One, two, one, two, one, two...." under his breath.

Come join his jam!

takeusnorth.livejournal.com

There's a momentary chill in the air as the door opens. The entering figure is somewhat obscured for the moment by the large box of food and medical supplies he's grappling with.

"Jonas, there's another box down there, can you-"

The look on his face as he realizes where he's ended up might be described as fond annoyance, if such a thing exists.

"Hey, bar. Long time no see."

[ooc: computer is lagging big time tonight. Responses may be slow.]

smallestopener

OOM: Ingress had her birthday slumber party last weekend.

Guests arrived and the birthday girl excitedly led everyone to the massive table of sugary snacks. As the night wore on, there were makeovers (including a special one for her dearest Companion with help from Door) and stories, some scary and some not.

While Ingress and the little ones watched movies, the grownups had a chance to chat, too. A grand time was had by all!

guppy_sandhu

The doctor is in

Diet coke. Gory textbook. Guppy could be here for hours.

un_fallen

There's a cloud of blue smoke rising from a table near the door, suggesting one cigarette's been following closely on the tail of another for a while now. Despite this, Raguel looks relatively relaxed. Contemplative, even.

We will not call it brooding, certainly.

After a moment spent staring unfocused at the door, he stubs out the ~~last~~ most recent burnt end and gets slowly to his feet, heading toward the bar for a drink.

captainlaurence.livejournal.com

As has been the case previously, Laurence isn't expecting to find himself in Milliways; unlike other times, however, he's not particularly put out by it. He skipped dinner with the other officers tonight, not wanting to be faced with a choice between speaking to Captain Rankin and obviously ignoring an conversational overtures from Captain Rankin, and while he had been planning to see about having something sent up to his quarters, he supposes he ought to try the food here at some point, and claims a table facing well away from the observation window for this purpose.

arch-messenger.livejournal.com

The door opens, and Michael steps through. Upon realizing where he is, Michael nearly turns around and leaves. But Michael's never been one to run away from his problems, and so with a sigh he walks up to the bar.

"Water, please." Taking a sip, he sits down maybe a tad too gracefully.

Swiveling on his stool till his back is pressed against the bar, Michael surveys his surroundings.

creator_raven

There is a quiet thump near the fireplace, and seconds later a tall, skinny man is making himself very comfortable on the couch.

He is barefoot.

Things are more comfy that way.

Also it does not take long for a waitrat to scamper by, leaving a plate of chocolate chip cookies and a glass of milk in her wake.

Raven is, sadly, sometimes very predictable.

Until he isn't, of course.

It is a thing.

callsignhusker

Truth is, he's waiting for the other shoe to drop.

At least outside. When Bill Adama comes in tonight and has a seat at a table with a hardcover book and a cup of coffee in tow, all he's thinking about is whether or not he just put too much sugar in his coffee.

Nice to have a break.

mogget_cat

There is a pair of pale feet sticking up over the back of the couch, tonight. The rest of Yrael is taking up as much space on the couch as possible, sitting upside-down as he reads. He seems intent upon the book on the circulatory system, currently. There are, thankfully, a lot of diagrams.

"Oooh, that's interesting. Complicated, but interesting..." He mutters almost non-stop as he reads.

twoeyesonthesky.livejournal.com

Quinn makes his way down the stairs, rubbing at his face with the heel of one hand. He didn't sleep too well last night, not that that's anything new for him, but when he tried the door somewhere after midnight just to see, he found that the damn thing wouldn't open. So he went back upstairs to see if a lot of bad sleep could take the place of an appropriate amount of good.

Either the answer is no, or he really and truly misses coffee, because he's sitting sullenly at one of the better-lit tables with a steaming mug cradled in both hands.