milliways_bar | Jun. 27th, 2007

Jun. 27th, 2007

slasherofprices.livejournal.com

[ In room 405: Le Chiffre and Simon Skinner watch informative films.

Warnings for Casino Royale spoilers, appreciation of the female form, appreciation of Timothy Dalton as James Bond, and a truckload of meta. ]

cheevy.livejournal.com

Despite lacking in memories of his past, people are rarely not themselves for very long. Miniver has rediscovered two things tonight: His poetry, and his fondness for alcohol. And so! Tonight there is a poet in the bar, still wearing the nice suit from the party (it looks quintessentially Victorian), with a glass of scotch in his left hand and a pen in his right, scribbling rhymes on unlined paper.

He'd be happy to have company.

mr-ryan-wolfe.livejournal.com

Ryan comes down from his room. Looks over to where the door used to be don't see it. Frowns then walks to the bar sitting down ordering a burger fries and water. Waits a moment, smiles when he sees his dinner then he looks around the bar..

takiena_called

[OOM: How Finn is doing ; milltimed within the first two weeks of his return--the mun is an idiot and forgot to post earlier]

thiefprinceremy.livejournal.com

Remy'd gotten his note from Belle, and he wasn't sulking.

Really. He wasn't.

He was just outside by the lake dropping depth-charge rocks for fun.

And if you believe that he's got a bridge to sell you

lady-detective.livejournal.com

I rarely find the time to practice using a slingshot back home, in spite of Simon's insistence that I ought to. Here, I've got a lot of time and little else to do. So, after gathering a goodly number of suitable stones out on the grounds, I started to practice.

With one of my scarves serving as an improvised weapon, I'm flinging projectiles at a dead tree about twenty yards off. Roughly half my shots are on target. Some come up short, or miss by a few feet. On occasion, one of my stones goes wild and flies off in a completely unexpected direction.

Much as I hate to admit it, Simon was right. I really do need to practice.

[OOC: If you want to start a thread by having your pup get near-missed or clipped by one of Emma's stray shots, be my guest.]

there-is-a-me.livejournal.com

Spoon has been wearing his armor for hunting, and when dealing with horrible, terrifying space monkeys. Jimmy, however, was a bit of a wake-up call. So at this point, the werewolf is in full armor out by the lake doing all the contortions possible in his armor and making notes of where he needs to move things around.

If you've ever wanted to see a yautja, even a very small one, doing yoga this may be your only chance. He's even got the mask on. (Yautja, not Predator. Spoon lacking the mandibles and such.)

ltmuldoon.livejournal.com

[OOM: If your government was responsible for the deaths of hundreds of people, thousands, millions, would you really want to know about it?

The answer, is NO. Emphatically.]

pirate-gibbs.livejournal.com

Gibbs spend the night outside. Wasn't the first time he'd done so, and wouldn't be the last. But he still had no real idea where he was, or anyone was talking about. He'd call it a dream if he hadn't spent the night dreaming of the Dauntless's bird's-eye view of the flaming wreckage left behind by pirates not long ago.

He wanders the lakefront, still trying to find his way home, and to find his uniform.

turned_captain

He would have expected things to change on Barbossa's arrival, and it's frustrating that the only thing that's happened has been Will's renewed determination to leave this place, and increased frustration that he can't.

Still, he knows more than he did - a plan to try and bring Jack from the other side, with a ship and a crew. And more importantly, he knows that Barbossa has an ulterior motive, even if he doesn't know what it is. If there's one thing Will knows by now, it's that ulterior motives can be twisted to a man's own age. His have enough times.

But for now, he's sitting at a table eating breakfast, facing the door, which keeps not appearing.

visible_sariel

Sariel's in the bar.

Sariel has no memory, as yet.

She's also been minus a door since midsummer, but it's not as though she's been in any condition to wonder too extensively about that stretch of wall since that point.

She's currently curled up at the end of one of the couches, a glass of iced green tea in hand--she'd asked Bar for something that was normal for the usual her, whoever that was, and the tea had appeared.

She's really starting to wish her memory would hurry up and return. Between last night's music and the contents of her room upstairs and the people who've claimed they knew her before, she's got a *lot* she wishes she had a clue about.

Come give her a little more to mull over?

milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com

With the full moon coming up at the end of the month, Wells is having one of those weeks where something, or someone, needs to get hit quite a lot. Fortunately for him, there's the Slayers to work with and the forge at home to work in. He's been putting a lot of effort in there of late, which is why when he comes into the Bar today he smells of fire and smoke despite his efforts to the contrary.

Not really worth it, getting changed to get a drink and make his way outside, so he'll still have the forge-smell on him when he reaches the lakeshore.

mago_sonriente

That didn't mean he couldn't enjoy the vacation.

Hence why he's lazing quite happily out by the lake, sitting in a hammock he got from the Bar. He'd read a book, but that's too much work. At least, for the moment. Instead, he was drifting between meditation and a light doze. While it doesn't look like much, anyone with senses beyond the usual five can probably tell there's something more than a nap going on between those two trees.

Current Music: Qntal - Entre Moi (Single Version)

will_scarlett

The party went long into the night and Will has slept most of the day, so he's quiet when he finally comes down from his room.

He wishes he could remember Molly, and what it means to be one of Robin's men.

There's a pot of tea in front of him and he's wearing his old shirt again and just thinking, trying to hold onto the images and faces that flit through his head.

(OOC:Any new threads are millitimed to before Raven's cookie. Thanks.)

sosectu-rior.livejournal.com

[millitimed to June 19th evening, pre-amnesia storyline]
Immediately following Guppy's and Ilyana's conversation in this thread, a note is left for Archie Kennedy.

jack_inthegreen

Jack is swimming with his children at the lake shore. Georgia has taken to water like the little demigoddess she is; Keiran is mostly just splashing and giggling.

Quite a lovely family outing, really.

You'd think they hadn't wrought havoc on several dozen lives in the last week.

slasherofprices.livejournal.com

Simon Skinner is pouring all his mental energies into a comparison chart containing the details of a very philosophical question:

Simon Skinner -or- Timothy Dalton?

Said comparison chart is in a shiny new notepad acquired from the bar, and is already full of information about both persons--or at least Timothy Dalton. Simon Skinner is not a famous movie star, doesn't have dozens of articles written about him that he can acquire from the bar. Simon Skinner's column, next to Timothy Dalton's, is damn near empty. But does the information imbalance make him the man he knows more about? That's what Skinner wants to know.

Damn philosophical debates.

[ ooc: ~~blah blah blah timecakes~~ back! ]

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

Ace is a rather resilient gal. There has been shit, and it has been dealt with (or ignored, which works. Sometimes. For varying amounts of time) and life goes on.

And on and on and on, but that's a different subject.

This week at the Wells farm, the two werewolves have been getting increasingly tense and emotional. Sometimes, even small stubborn pyros need a break. That's why Ace is curled up on the couch, with a chocolate milkshake, cradling a bright little something in her hands.

It's a good break for a pyro.

masterofritual

[OOM: Steerpike escapes! And is promptly thrown into a cell.]

bringonthewonder

Angela came downstairs, got a large mug of herbal tea from the bar, and is now sitting at a table, staring fixedly into the eye sockets of a skull.

Jack tells her that (when she can remember who and what she is), she can take a skull and figure out what the person in question used to look like.

So far, all she's really got is an irrational desire to start declaiming to someone named Horatio.

evryinchbut1.livejournal.com

Your server is: Valerie

Waitress on duty; feel free to flag her down.

explorertruman.livejournal.com

Depending on when you catch him, Truman's either doing his wacky idea of exercises out back, or tinkering around with his editor's version of the Hitchhiker's Guide in the bar. Sitting at his favorite spot near the Observation Window.

In either place he was making weird noises.
Exercises out back were "One, two, Pounce!"
Inside, he was humming something he had heard. Loudly. Very loudly.

tristranthorn

[OOM: Still aboard the pirate ship, Perdita, Tristran takes the opportunity to learn a couple of sword techniques while Yvaine takes the opportunity to point and laugh when she isn't charming the crew. There is swashing of buckles, and continuous awkward skirting around certain things.

Warning: Some minor Stardust spoilers.]

a1enzo

It's been several cycles now. Still no one come to get him. He has gotten a few Programmers to work on the antivirus, so he's accomplished his task and he feels good about that, but that means he's got nothing to do but think, and try to occupy himself... and wait for someone to fetch him back to Mainframe and the - hopefully finished - war.

All of which may go some way toward explaining why several pixels* of Bar length are covered in assorted origami figures.

Emotional sublimation is all well and good, but this is getting excessive. Someone please save those poor sheets of paper from Enzo's onslaught.

*'Bout a yard and a half.

Current Mood: anxious

pirate_jack

He hasn't been back on shore in the days since encountering a new arrival. If anyone asked, Jack wouldn't say he was sulking, either. Brooding, maybe.

The food stores ran low yesterday. (At least there's still plenty of rum.) As a result, Gibbs had gone ashore... and still hasn't returned. Jack's deeply certain that's not good -- not good at all.

As a result of all these ensuing complications, the Black Pearl's captain is currently pacing the deck, muttering to himself. From time to time, Jack Sparrow casts a wary, thoughtful glance toward land.

gorgonfondness

In a sense, a girl with no memory shouldn't have a care in the world.

Mia was one of those amnesiacs for quite some time.

But now she's worried. Not for herself, though. She doesn't know if she'll be able to handle her past once she remembers it, but she knows that she will have to sooner or later. It's all a matter of waiting for it to come back to her.

If only Draco could think of it the same way.....

forgoodorforawesome

After the B.O.D.H. meeting adjourned, Strong Bad and The Cheat practiced the secret handshake for a bit, then decided to go drinking. Which is why come one can find them stepping through the door, being botherable.

kryptonkara.livejournal.com

Kara has had something of an interesting time lately. So far, in the last two weeks or so, she's:

Saved like millions of people, but that's normal, so whatever.

Dropped out of high school.

Agreed to join the most illegal group of superheroes ever.

Gotten checked out by her amnesiac alternate universe cousin (ew).

Suddenly become a venomous laser wolf puppy owner.

Been enlisted to fight pirates. Seriously, pirates.

It's this upcoming event that Kara's considering, while playing on the beach with the subject of item 5, also known as Sunshine or Kara What In God's Name Is Wrong With You She Has Lasers Well Okay She's Kinda Cute But Ow Don't Hit Me Jesus.

She's gonna stick with Sunshine, though. It's easier to say. As she often does, not frolicking at all in any way, shape, or form up and down the beach with her new kid, who she's going to have to figure out where to send while she's, y'know, on the high seas. Later. Right now she's just...trying to unwind, and that's good.

There's a bag near where they're playing, holding her cape to the ground and being occasionally checked to make sure no one's making off with it. Kara would have to punch somebody for that.

angsty-spider.livejournal.com

Peter showed up in the bar he was so confused it wasn't even funny. He didn't know who he was... still, and he had some strange powers.

He walked through the door, that he had wanted- thanks to Bar he had gotten home fine. He found his way to Bar.

"Can I have a chocolate malt?" he asked, "Thanks, Bar."

He sat down on a stool.

stuck-mynock.livejournal.com

Atton's sprawled on the sofa, trying to remember stuff and trying to get rid of the headache that's very rapidly coming on.

He's rapidly getting fed up of all this amnesia stuff - Not just the amnesia, either. The fact that for some reason he starts counting cards in his head whenever he lets his thoughts wander. It makes concentrating on things difficult.

And he can't drink alcohol, either. Not because he doesn't want to, just because he keeps accidentally breaking the things he picks up, including glasses. He still has no idea how that's happening.

Botherable, but grumptastic.

krazyglusurgeon.livejournal.com

Cooper had been debriefed.

Cooper had requested leave.

Cooper had been granted it.

That would be why he comes into the bar, dressed in his civvies and looking a might bit better than the last time. It's also why he's got a packed bag.

No, he's not vacationing in Milliways; he'd just been on the way to the airport for his actual vacation. This, however, was a nice surprise and he ends up heading for the bar and getting himself a pint before he even considers the fact that much like when he'd been going into various dangerous missions, the bar had pulled him in just before he went.

Funny that.

young_tmriddle

After Amy and Door's conversation, Door returned home to something of a pleasant surprise.

Tom has always kept diaries. He found one while rummaging through his study desk, and he happily tells her of this latest development.

Written memories are better than none at all. Tom's rather liking what he reads - even the angsty parts. After all, this is who he is.

He's also read about a couple of similar situations - did he really wear eyeliner and black leather to strip for Door's cure??? Good Lord - in which help was found for odd situations in the bar proper.

Which is why he is sitting at the bar, reading one of his diaries. Just for a few minutes.

He wants a cure.

He'd rather like to recreate this eyeliner stripping adventure with no awkwardness cause by amnesia.

ooc: Plot-locked, please. Exhausted, scattered mun

guppy_sandhu

[oom: Finding himself]

Guppy comes down the stairs, looking a bit less frazzled than he has done. CD player in hand, he heads towards the bar and gets a tea.

Then he curls up on a sofa and puts the headphones on. The music... is familiar, though he doesn't remember the words. Different language. He doesn't know which.

But he does recognise it. And for now, that's worth a lot.

kitchen_maid

It's been a good day for Amy, a pleasant afternoon with lemonade and ice cream in the garden and long meandering conversations with Meg and Susan and Rosalind.

But now it's time to look in on Milliways and see how the latest absurdity is progressing. After all, she promised Door that she would.

So it's a slightly solemn-looking young queen who comes in this evening.

henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com

[OOM: After taking a bullet in the thigh during the fracas with Veronica by the lake, Indy spent a few days resting up in his bedroom.

Among his visitors were Mel bearing waffles, Alanna bearing news of departures and resurrections, and Steph bearing chocolate novelties. James Bond also put in an supportive appearance, and left with a bartending shift to cover, and some well-themed gifts were received from Lilly.

All threads millitimed to late June.]

mistressmaryquitecontrary

Gabriel Tam opens the door for Mary and ushers her inside before following her to a table.

Mary doesn't tell her father, but it's something of a relief to be back in the place where she lost her memory - she knows her home ought to feel familiar, and the way it doesn't has been putting her decidedly on edge.

morelikeasponge.livejournal.com

Nighttime outside is cool and buggy, and Peter brought a windbreaker he found in the closet of the room the bar gave him. Now it's spread over the big rock by the lake, and he's perched on top, idly shying stones at the water. Not a single one of them skips even once.

Oh well.

likesthecoat

[OOM: Once upon a morning-after-the-office-Christmas-party Ianto and Lisa chat and he drags her down to the basement to help with his pet project. Rated C for Coffee Bribes and Cluelessness.]

ahogarse.livejournal.com

There's someone standing in between the trees.

Something, rather.

Simply standing.

puckishly.livejournal.com

[OOM: By the lake, Puck runs into someone unfamiliar and gets something back.

There is a reason he is Raven who sets things right, you know.]

scurlock

It's late.

Doc's spent the day recovering from the party -- while he hadn't done that much partying, and he still has his memories, it was needed -- and is now sitting near the fireplace.

Without ductape, this time.

Instead, he has a journal next to him, filled with pages upon pages of handwritten poetry. There's a pen dangling between his fingertips, but he's not paying attention to the paper or the pen. He's staring into the flames.

Thinking.

Drifting.

Wondering.

He's not above being interrupted from his thoughts.