milliways_bar | Jun. 18th, 2007

Jun. 18th, 2007

gonna_live

[After Sylar corners Simon, Simon goes home.

Kaylee, predictably, is less than pleased.]

http://users.livejournal.com/_to_the_bone/

[oom: A reconciling, of sorts. Someone comes back.]

taishar_malkier

[OOM: A day or two ago, in the House of Arch, Lan and Nynaeve discussed plants, pride, and Security.

Specifically, Security's call for new hires.]

cf1.livejournal.com

Cait is not insomniac, no, she is just getting restless and fidgety about the lack of a door. Stepping up her training did not help, there is only so much she can learn about fighting and strategy before things start blurring in her head.

She wants out. Her friends are in trouble, and she needs to help them.

So, there is a redhead at the bar, sulking at the blank wall where a door should be.

futures_of_ash

Rachel was pacing. Light, predatory steps on the balls of her feet, footsteps silent and yet she drifted so quickly along the length of the bar and back.

Back and forth.

She wasn't wearing spandex, no, she wasn't on shift, hadn't the right to be until Archie decide if he wanted her reinstated after her world jaunt. No, she was wrapped neck to toe in leather dyed a rich, heart's blood red. Occasionally she ran claw tipped, gloved hands through her flaming hair, snarling at something, probably herself.

A few more rounds of pacing and Bar decided that it was simply enough, manifesting a napkin with a scrawled, exasperated note Go outside.

Released, the woman patted the polished wood just once and made her way to the lake door.

Yes, it seemed there was a telepath in a bad mood. Luckily, she was very, very good at shielding.

[~~Warnings for eventual slow~~ Sleeps now!]

slayer_fray

Mel hasn't slept well. This is nothing special. But it is an odd change to the familiar to be kept up not through having to balance three conflicting jobs, but through good old fashioned guilt.

She's not even sure right now if she's up early or up late, sitting at a table in the middle of the bar, working through paperwork. She has an elbow dangerously near a glass half full of Tequila, and her head is jammed against the palm of her hands, fingers lacing thorough her brightly coloured, unbrushed hair.

Maybe someone ought to bring her coffee, or send her to bed.

alorn-bear.livejournal.com

As far as Belar is concerned it's a pretty good day today, both in Mongolia and in the Alorn nations on Gara. He is, however, a little concerned about Garion- time pouching at Milliways is a funny thing, so he's been deliberately avoiding looking too closely at anything on Gara that might have to do with the Rivan King. Divided awareness is one of the fun things you can do when you're a God.

He's currently playing games with the fireplace, mostly of the 'what color can I make the flames turn NOW' variety.

humanfridge.livejournal.com

His mother is sleeping at last, so the closed curtains leave the whole apartment in a dusty golden half-light, and every noise is muted. David's father is with her in their bedroom, and David has installed himself in the kitchen, where he's putting together a very quiet cheese sandwich.

He takes it into his room to eat -- or at least he would, if his room hadn't been snatched away and replaced by Milliways.

There's a flash of worry, and a flash of confusion, before both are replaced by a smile that grows unsteadily across his face. There's not much it can be compared to except the expression of a man who found a bar at the end of the universe, thought it was a dream, then got pulled there again, if you'll believe it.

He quickly and softly closes the door before the pub's noise can wake his mother, then stands uncertainly for a moment.

Heck. Why not?

As he heads for the bar, giving the Window a wide berth, his wobbly smile still in place, he fails to notice that the door behind him has vanished.

stubborn-annie.livejournal.com

The last time Annie was here, she had a number of cherry tarts with her. Today the pastry she brought along is a little less visually impressive, but the smell should probably give away exactly what the hand-sized golden brown flaky things are: pain au chocolat, little rolls with sticks of dark chocolate running through the middle. A small sign to one side of the tray indicates that she's testing the recipe out for the store back home and would appreciate comments on how this batch could be improved.

sime-channel.livejournal.com

Suzi Darley has a pad of paper, several pens, and a booth where she can keep an eye on the bar in general. Her knitting and her usual signs offering jewelry for sale are nowhere in sight.

She's here for one reason: initial interviews with the people who requested them. Her notes will be passed along above her head, and those people will sit down and figure out who they want to talk to more from there.

She's got the list of questions that Alanna used in the last hire written down to use (and blank space under them in case anyone on Security has other questions that they want her to start adding), and plans to file each days interviews as soon as they're all finished so that they're to hand for the people doing the actual hires.

gorgonfondness

But if it had to perish twice
Mia usually favors her fire magic.
I think I know enough of hate
But there is nothing fiery about her today.
To say that for destruction
When she got her bouquet today, she took it outside and carefully separated each individual rose.
Ice
She is throwing each one in the air and attempting to freeze them before they hit the ground.
Is also great
The ice crystals sparkling on the red roses would be very beautiful....
And would suffice.
....if she didn't look so upset.

callsignhusker

You didn't notice, but last night somebody left a note at the bar for Lee Adama.

(Of course you didn't notice. Shadowcat Express.)

slasherofprices.livejournal.com

The door opens, closes, fades behind a man who didn't notice the door do anything other than open. He has the familiar expression of surprise to find a pub behind the door. There isn't one in any Somerfields as far as Simon Skinner knows, especially not his. He's not sure how he'd feel if there was one. That hypothetical is beyond his cognitive reach at the moment. He can't really think; all he can focus on is his complete bewilderment.

Usual invitations to help a (not so) poor man out apply.

dragonofgrey.livejournal.com

(In Milliways and out of sorts: After Mia learned about Draco lying to her, she confronted him. Both go off to cry alone seperately. In this case, he's crying in the loo. Again. Only instead of Moaning Myrtle to comfort him, it's a Harry Potter?!? He's actually helpful to the git.)

This would likely explain why Draco's at a booth in the back, struggling to compose a proper apology letter.

He also left instructions with the bar that to modify the note with the bouquest and the gifts to say, 'Darling Mia, I'm sorry, and I love you.'

Now, just to write this and hope she doesn't destroy it on sight.

dragonofgrey.livejournal.com

(OOM: And Millitimed to the 14th, before this whole mess when everything was sunshine and happiness, Tom and Draco go out for a stroll in London Below instead of work for a bit. There's talk of love, sex, wizarding ideas of protection, and ideas for wand shopping. It's really not as bad as it might sound.)

underwater-owl.livejournal.com

The youngest of the Princes of Amber is in the bar, with absinthe. He's thinking of a sister.

Random's rocking his chair back on two legs, staring at nothing in particular.

succeed-youmust.livejournal.com

Yoda has been doing a lot of meditating lately. The Force hasn't been giving him answers, though, so he is simply sitting in a chair and resting his chin on his hand.

Maybe his own brain will provide him with answers?

skyhighlucy.livejournal.com

When the door opens this time, the ambient light in the room goes up by a notch. And no, that's not hyperbole.

The new arrival is dressed in stylish black pants and a halterneck top, but that's the only thing colourless about her. This teenage girl glows in the most literal sense of the word; a rainbow of bright colours radiating from every par of her body in waves of light that flow from her like robes, so for example, it's impossible to tell where her hair ends and her radiant glow begins.

Her feet don't quite touch the floor where she stands, staring at the bar, open eyes and open mouthed.

sed-en-ta-ry.livejournal.com

She was back, the dress tonight was pale blue, sequins instead of the usual fringe, making her look rather like the back of an Alhambra truck. Not that she knew it. Didn't have those in her where and when.

Just at the moment she was perched on the windowsill, head tilted against it to watch the chaos outside, singing softly: "Darkness, Darkness, be my pillow,
Take my head and let me sleep
In the coolness of your shadow, In the silence of your deep
Darkness, darkness, hide my yearning,
For the things I cannot see
Keep my mind from constant turning,
To the things I cannot be
Darkness, darkness, be my blanket, cover me with the endless night
Take away the pain of knowing, fill the emptiness with light
Emptiness with light now."

It had the cant of a shanty, one of the low, slow, dirgelike ones.

evryinchbut1.livejournal.com

Your server is: Valerie

Waitress on duty; feel free to flag her down.

gotham-knocking.livejournal.com

At some point between leaving his room and leaving the Bar Knox leaves a few invitations with the Bar, with the instructions that these be given to his friends...

HOUSEWARMING PARTY!!

I'm throwing a housewarming party in my new apartment next Tuesday - that's June 26, Bar-time. Dress is casual. You are under NO obligation to bring food or gifts. Just come and have fun!

Alex Knox

there-is-a-me.livejournal.com

Spoon has a puppy in each arm (they are slowly getting to big for this, just because their size is getting awkward to carry) and is taking the last half of his daily run. The first half involved running in the woods with the puppies at his heels.

They got tired before he did. Now he's doing the lake-half of it. The puppies are being helpful by informing him of everything that they're passing. Guard puppies, indeed.

((Mun is awake again, and utterly willing to take comments here.))

abar-starclog.livejournal.com

Carl's in the bar, at a table, poking at his laptop. He thinks he's finally worked out a hack for one of the programs, and figured he'd take the testing stage downstairs.
He could probably use some company, but it might take a little doing to get his attention.

(OOC: Anything still open at 10 PM Eastern US time will have to go into slowtime, emphasis on slow, but I'll play it out as long as it needs to be.)

guppy_sandhu

No, no hangover here. Keep walking.

Guppy just happens to be lying on one of the sofas with a flannel on his head.

Okay, maybe a bit of a hangover.

If questioned, he will answer quite honestly that the devil made him do it.

milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com

One of the smaller perks of Harry Wells' condition is that he doesn't need much light to see by. It doesn't really matter that it's getting dark out by most of the lake. He can still navigate, even at full speed- and full speed is what he's doing right now, as he's working towards beating his sub-four-minute-mile time of a few months ago. Tonight wasn't a time attempt, just practise, so when he approaches the Bar proper he starts to slow down. He could probably do with a bit of walking around in circles to cool off.

will_scarlett

Will had tried to help Mia and that didn't work.

Once he sees Draco and Mia talking, Will slips away and finds a quiet place to sit on the edge of the wood, where he can watch the stars.

Nothing seems to be enough and it just hurts, maybe Molly was wrong to have faith in him, after all he is just an outlaw.

dinozordalapink.livejournal.com

Kimberly stands with her pink fuzzy coat in her hand, bewlidered and completely lost. She could have sworn she had walked into her coat closet for her backpack as well as her coat, and expected to be met by darkness, but.. this is something new.

She was decked out in a black gymnast leotard, covered with black stretch capris and pink tennis shoes on her feet. Brown hair pulled back into a high ponytail with, yes, a pink scrunchie, she appears to be a well-to-do girl.. in gym clothes. Er.

Warily pulling her coat around her shoulders, Kimberly looks around and shifts her weight between her feet. Poor girl. She seems so frightened and utterly confused.

Someone should calm her down.

Just, who?

his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com

Sarah Jane has been busy lately. Not with wedding planning, as those who might not know her so well may think, but with travelling and with writing. It's not a bad way to live, if you ask her. Between spending time in James' world with him and working on her journalistic career there or travelling with the Doctor across the universe and seeing things she never thought imagined, life has been well occupied.

When Sarah comes in to the bar today, it's from her own world - world being a very loosely used word. It's from the TARDIS actually, with the Doctor promising that they'd reach London soon. But it's still been days (back home anyway) since leaving Harry and the Brigadier to get to London by train.

Someday, maybe. But right now, she's content to sit by the fireplace with a cuppa.

gorgonfondness

By apparent popular demand, there is a fairly miserable (but not as miserable as last night) Guildmaster in the bar.

She's talked to Draco, but they have a long road ahead of them.

She could really do with a cup of tea.

Have at her!

mr-ryan-wolfe.livejournal.com

He's been stuck in this bar for a couple weeks now. He's stayed in his room most of that time. He's running low on money. And he's not sure He even has a job once he gets home. He really shouldn't complain. At least here he doesn't have to deal with the looks of what used to be his friends. so he comes down sits at the bar orders a beer then looks around.

lichvell-r.livejournal.com

Ravin at the bar again, in a booth with her books.

Most likely plotting evil things. Or, just reading while she does not find a good subject for drawing.

puckishly.livejournal.com

Tonight, Puck is sitting in what has become his usual baby booth-- which is to say, the booth he sits in when he is minding the babies. On this particular night, however, he seems to be short one: Girlbaby is nowhere in sight, while Boybaby is gurgling quite contentedly and cheerfully refusing to drink from a bottle of milk.

Time for a little father-son bonding time!

[OOC: Not plot-locked. However, if you have tagged Puck before, please ping me at Merky Dee before tagging. If you have not tagged Puck before ... have at! Please!]

landlesslord

[OOM: In which Marian is gifted a ring, a party is crashed, there is a minor scuffle and a knock-down, drag-out war.]

Guy's seated in an out of the way booth, resting his right arm gingerly on the table-top and cradling a pint of ale in his left hand. You are not seeing him wince when he knocks it accidentally. Nor are you seeing him grit his teeth when he tries to put it in a better position.

Guy feels no pain. No, sir. No pain at all.