milliways_bar | Jul. 3rd, 2007

Jul. 3rd, 2007

hatchingviper.livejournal.com

Yes, Wesker has noticed some wierd recently, although he's not sure who else in the bar has experienced anything unusual.

He rather feels like going out for a run, but that can wait until he's talked to Rachel. So he's killing time by the bar watching for her.

He's mildly irritated, but he wouldn't mind if (most) people in the bar were to kill time with him.

runmakitarun.livejournal.com

[OOM: The garden that's not.

Even in a warzone people must find something bright to hold onto. And so Makita does.]

callitavesper.livejournal.com

In one side of the bar sits a Mr. Simon Skinner, munching on a bagel and generally people watching. The habit of watching his customers at work is not a habit that has dissipated at the end of the universe.

At the other side, far away from Mr. Skinner, sits one Mr. Bond, who is, as always, taking his lunch with coffee and today's newspaper. There also is a rather large hope that he will not encounter any memory-wiped zombies, or any other variation of weird, during his lunch break.

[ ooc: ~~1:16pm edt, she flees for food. like james bond, she will return. we just don't know the title of the next movie yet. but it will be soon!~~ *returns* ]

sime-channel.livejournal.com

Suzi is not doing interviews. Those are over. Suzi is, instead, cuddled up with a mug of tea, a book and a cheerfully interested expression.

She's also knitting. It's easy! Her hands are holding the book and her tentacles are taking care of the knitting. She's almost finished with the sweater for Richard Ryan, and it's the most subdued thing she's knitted since she came to Milliways.

Every thirty seconds, on the thirty seconds, she twitches her left foot enough to make the belled bracelet jingle. Just because Whistler hasn't been around due to being busy at home doesn't mean that Suzi doesn't have the habit. It makes her easy to spot.

ironside-pixie.livejournal.com

[Lethe them eat cake:

A finally finished re-post in which Kaye, Lethe and Ichigo celebrate the return of the girls powers and everyone gets their just desserts. Ha ha see what I did there? >_>]

Current Mood: giggly

kayip.livejournal.com

[OOM: Sometimes it's not worth trying to sleep. Warnings for discussion related to terrorism in a ... disturbing context.]

visible_sariel

OOM. Sometimes a girl just needs to get home.

Millitimed to yesterday.

bushel-o-apples.livejournal.com

OOM: Barbossa ponders the current holes in the plan and finally finds what he had been looking for.

(OOC: PoTC pups feel free to tag. Others who already know Barbossa could actually get conversation too. Can't promise, he's a cranky old bastard after all. You know, get off his lawn and all. )

wizard_dresden

There's a brunette sitting across the bar from me, chattering away with Bob. Slayer's sister. Though, mostly, she goes by Dawn.

She suggested that as a precursor to Earth's Independence Day tomorrow, that we have, as tonight's specials, the following:

Specials
*courtesy of Dawn Summers
Red Wine
White Wine
Blue Motorcycle

Well, it's good to know she doesn't know enough about alcoholic beverages to come up with anymore more flamboyant than that.

politestpirate.livejournal.com

There are a few people Wellard is keeping an eye out for, to either see how they are doing or to ask a few questions of.

Maybe both.

This would be why he is seated at a table where he can watch both the front door and the back door, toying with a cup of tea.

poisonwine

Belle leaves a note for Yrael on her way out.

neartoinsanity.livejournal.com

He's laughing as he stumbles through the door, with popcorn in his mouth. But it's not healthy laughter. No. This laughter is the type that makes people stop what they're doing and eye the person laughing, wondering if they intend to pull a gun suddenly and begin shooting randomly.

John Trent, however, doesn't have a gun.

He had popcorn.

But he's laughing as he leans against a wall, shaking his head. He doesn't know if it's the force of the laughter that's causing tears to streak down his dirty face, or if it's honest fear and hopelessness that's doing it, but he doesn't care.

He's laughing.

It's only when he takes a deep, shuddering breath that he lifts his head and looks around.

This wasn't the lobby of the movie theatre.

It was a bar.

With people.

People who weren't eating other people or turning into things.

John drops his half-eaten stale tub of popcorn and looks around, laughter forgotten. He's dressed in hospital scrubs and too-big shoes he'd taken from a dead body. He's a mess, really, the blue scrubs covered in black, roughly drawn crosses, and there's a stink about him.

But, he's here, not in the lobby, and he's not laughing anymore.

[OOC: This isn't plot locked, but it is part of the Not Going to Millicon Plot. You can read about it in the backroom.

Note the second: My internets won't cooperate. Will pick up tags when they do. Say sorry!]

all-in-plato.livejournal.com

These days, Digory Kirke opens each door with care and attention. Who knows, it might be the door to Milliways.

He's quite pleased to find the end of the universe instead of one of the Bodleian Library reading rooms.

maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com

Elaine comes downstairs, in medieval work-dress and her hair pinned up, ready for her shift.

She'd be glad to serve you.

milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com

[OOM: In the hour of their extremity, the people of Walls make a very, very bad decision.]

Wells sent Spoon out on a mission the other day, with orders to accompany Lieutenant Muldoon back to the desert and see to it things got put right. Spoon's holding up his end of the order, so Wells is holding up his: he's staying at Milliways until either the two of them return, or Spoon comes back howling for reinforcements. Frankly, he'd be a good deal happier if he could've sent two or three more men with 'em both and come along himself to oversee the lot, but you work with what you've got, don't you? For the moment he's got notes to go over about the girls at the Academy, and an expanded training regime to plan, and supper to get through alone while he waits.
Christ, it's weird giving the order and not on the ground himself to see it done. Is this what commissioned officers go through?
He'll be here. One way or another, he'll be here.

not-his-son.livejournal.com

Jason is sitting on a rafter, kicking his legs.

(He got up. Now he's just gotta figure out how t'get down.)

He slips a packet of cigarettes out of the pocket of his filthy, too-small pants and lights one up, after counting the remaining ones possessively and deciding that maybe he can spare it.

Stupid Bar not givin' him any more. He ain't a kid! He's gunna be nearly ten soon!

dr_temperance

There's a lot of job security in being a forensic anthropologist. At least if the stack of files on Brennan's table is anything to go by. The lab has been busy for the last week or so, and there's a backlog paperwork to process. And just because she has found herself with more in the way of social commitments than usual lately is no reason for work not to get done.

Still, she's been at it for a while and could probably use a break. Not to mention a coffee refill.

capt_angie

Angelina is sitting at the bar, having a bite to eat and sipping from a bottle of Butterbeer. It's been a while since she was in last so she's looking forward to having some decent food (she's a terrible cook herself) and catching up with a few old friends or even making some new ones. Anyone is welcome to come and chat.

a1enzo

RECRUITING!! People to help save the 'Net! Must be able to enter computers or willing to be digitized. Look for the banner.
reads the text file on the bulletin board.

And the other text files all over the walls.

And the ones hovering over the tables.

And a few up in the rafters.

And the great big one over the table at which sits Enzo Matrix, clad in a Guardian costume. (Not that anyone's going to recognize it as such, the only Guardians to visit Milliways are Bob and Matrix and neither wears the standard uniform anymore, but it makes him feel better.) Behind him, Hack and Slash are waving the aforementioned banner enthusiastically.

Current Mood: determined

gavemea_45

It hadn't taken all that long to deal with the possessed catfish, really. In the end, Sam had kept lookout while Dean climbed the pole and shoved dynamite down its throat on one of its spins, then the two of them had hidden behind a nearby fence until the explosion.

No one had noticed -- they'd timed it to match with the fireworks celebrating the end of the Catfish Rodeo. Afterwards, Sam had quickly recited a standard exorcism over the pieces, which had then quit vibrating. It was over.

But although it was over, Dean had continued to be a pain in the ass, insisting on a bunch of things and trying to keep him busy. Too busy to return to Milliways. To Kaylee.

Sam puts up with it until evening, then feigns sleep early. As soon as Dean goes into the bathroom, he leaps up from the bed and locks him in-- then heads quickly out the motel room door and into Milliways.

There's a bashful smile on his face as he looks around the room, searching for that special someone. He'll find her soon enough, though, he's sure of it. He has to.

mr-ryan-wolfe.livejournal.com

Ryan is sitting at the bar. Just taking in the atmosphere trying to cope with being bound it was fun for a while but now it seems to be a bit of a Drag. He's even seemed to miss the few people he knows in the bar so he's getting lonely. He' s not even got his computer or Video games to keep him self entertained.

dats-dildoes.livejournal.com

Skwisgaar blinked as he stepped into the bar, "What? How's did dis place gets here?"

He sighed then, certainly not pouting as he padded to the bar to get a hard melonade.

Please not to be feeding the sulky rockstar. Or y'know, poke him, something.

smallestopener

It is a bright, sunny day, and Ingress is relaxing on the grassy shore of the lake.

She's been visiting with Mr. Julia and stopping by the stables to pat the horses on their noses and climbing one of the mountains a little ways up, and now she's a little tired. It's been a busy day!

She lies down in the grass and watches the clouds go by, looking for shapes in them. Soon she is watching the back of her eyelids.

A little cat nap will be all she needs to be up and running for the rest of the day.

laceandarsenic.livejournal.com

Gert comes down stairs from her room, followed closely by Old Lace. They go to the bar and order some food - a large bucket of raw liver for O.L. and a burger and fries for Gert - and then go to a booth to eat.

gramarye1971

Merriman's out by the lake again this evening. The latest round of insanity in the bar (that he's immediately aware of, that is) appears to have run its course, but the long evenings are still something to take advantage of while the weather remains pleasant.

He's brought tea with him, even. Not a full service, of course, but the single cup suits his needs quite well for the moment.

[OOC: Will need to slowtime threads for the evening, but I'll be tagging up as I can!]

guppy_sandhu

[oom: Persuasion]

Guppy is in one corner of the bar, notepad and pen in hand, attempting to write a letter.

This consists mainly of him sitting chewing the pen whilst he tries to think what to write.

Botherable.

gonna_live

Sam Winchester took a journal and his laptop with him when Dean dragged him out last night. There are still other books and papers left on the table.

...so somebody has to guard them, right? And when he comes back from the possessed catfish -- he'll go to the table first. Right? Right.

Kaylee...didn't so much go home last night. No; when she had to go sleep, she left about six notes scattered on the table with her room number (in Milliways) on it, and she left two with the bar. But now? Now she's sitting at the table with a nice fresh ribbon in her hair and a (very classy) tea set.

Her hands are folded on the table.

She's looking at the front door with a depressed kind of expectation. 'Depressed' because the door has opened several times tonight, and none of them have brought in the divine Mr. Winchester.

But it's only a matter of time.

He promised.

bprd_agent_red

Hellboy came in tonight with the Samaritan drawn and a small cage hanging from his hip. When he saw where he was he holstered the weapon, claimed a table and ordered himself a snack.

Now he's at a table with the cage sitting on the table top next to his drink. There's a growing pile of candy bar wrappers beside him and he's working on another candy bar and trying to feed a piece of it to the small cricket inside the cage.

blueeyedjohnny.livejournal.com

[oom: War is complicated.]

Johnny enters, placing a large bag carefully on a nearby sofa, then going over to the bar for a beer and a cigarette.

He sits down with the bag and sips the beer. Then pauses before lighting the cigarette, deciding after a moment to save it for later.

He then gets out a piece of paper and has a look, whilst looking around for a friendly face now and again.

futures_of_ash

There was a security member in Bar.

She was present, accounted for, and hanging upside down from a rafter.

Though perhaps hanging wouldn't be the term. She was standing on the rafter, just...the under side of it. It put her head on level with most people's chest or shoulders, and her hair trailed to the floor in a wash of red...but that didn't seem to bother her.

She was distracted by...blowing bubbles. The small bottle of bubbles and the wand were normal enough, childish toys given by Bar. She? Was concentrating on adding to the bubbles without making them explode.

So, there were a few lazily drifting spheres that swam with flame or swirling color...but there were far more bubbles sparking like fireworks just inches from her lips.

berryberryraz.livejournal.com

Raspberry's at the bar, casing for customers. You never know when someone will show up in need of a Delicate Flower.

On the other hand, this being Raz, she's also casing for company of the non-transactional variety. Again, you never know when someone will show up.