milliways_bar | Jul. 9th, 2007

Jul. 9th, 2007

all-in-plato.livejournal.com

When the Professor came to the bar tonight, he brought with him a stack of essays for grading and a number of books on a variety of subjects. He stopped by the bar to leave the books, and a note.

Dear Peter, Edmund, Lucy, and Caspian:

I understand that you have been without sufficient reading material here. Please read and enjoy them.

Yours,
Digory Kirke

[ooc: No tagging, alas; I'm off to bed. Have a good night!]

notadaughter.livejournal.com

OOM: Once upon a time, there was a girl born to a farming family by the name of Dubativo.

The farm was called the Cöos.

The girl was called Rhea.

Before you do anything else, there are always things to keep in mind.

dust-to-order.livejournal.com

Sooraya's settled on a log, by the lake's shore.
She'd camped outdoors last night, wanting to be away from people. Her conversation with Spoon, and before that, with John Trent, had gone a long way toward encouraging her resolve on certain matters.

She's tired, but wide awake, and now staring at the water, not really seeing it. She'll have to go inside shortly, to leave a note for Rachel, if the woman isn't around.
That may be best, anyhow, little as she likes the idea at the moment.

In the meantime, any company's welcome.

eta: any new threads need be millitimed to ~~before~~ after the thread with Rachel, once Sooraya's back inside

turned_captain

[OOM: A few days ago, Will Turner and Mal Reynolds left the bar together.

Wherever Mal went to, Will ended up somewhere quite different.]

works-in-space.livejournal.com

Jim felt it was a good time to get outside. He had grown used to the constant hum of shipboard life support once again, but was glad he could trade it for sunlight and fresh air. Fresh sea air.

How strange.

He noticed the changes to the lake, the small inlet to seemed to somehow lead to the sea and yet didn't. He also noticed that the pirate ship was gone. He wasn't really sure it was ever there, though, as though the ship and its captain were from some garbled version of Peter Pan that the Bar created along with its gags and tests and trials. There was, he noted, something to be said for the reliability of a starship's parts when all was well. Starships don't usually change topography the way the Bar changes geography.

Finding a convenient rock, Jim sat and let the breeze pass around him. At least he liked the sea air. It reminded him of San Francisco Bay. It made him wonder how the whales were doing.

Come say hi.

[ooc: slowtime for work almost guaranteed.]

gone_byebye

Ray tends to get a little wrapped up in his projects sometimes, especially when he wakes up at about five in the morning with a Brilliant Idea. One of these days he's going to get in trouble for those, but today- hopefully- is not that day. Maybe once he gets the prototype suspensor harness rigged up and ready for testing it will be that day.

But- yeah, no, not right now. Right now, he's been up several hours in his Green Lantern shirt and his cargo pants and his Mr. Stay-Puft slippers (he can't seem to get rid of those no matter how he tries, so he's resigned himself to them), and his table's all covered in circuitry. And welding stuff. And a pack of something labeled 'Mad Croc Spiked Spearmint', because let's face it, liquids + electronics = bad mojo.

twoeyesonthesky.livejournal.com

Quinn will be going home soon, if he has anything at all to say about it. Bar likes playing tricks with his time stream, it seems. But he figures he's had more than enough respite from the problem of the Americans, and he'd like very much to gather up the medical types he was looking for and bring them back to the castle now. The sooner it's begun, the sooner it'll be done.

Not that he won't miss this place when he goes, but... it's not really real, is it. Oh, it's real enough, it's solid, but it's not everyday life. It's not his world and it can't ever be, no matter how much he wishes it might be. He's got people to look after and dragons to deal with.

So- one last cup of coffee, then, before he goes looking for the people who'd spoken of an interest, and maybe Suzi, too.

1st_starfighter

Alex is in again today, down in the bar, watching the crowd. He is leaning back against bar, sitting on a stool, and enjoying himself. People watching, here in Milliways, is becoming a very cool sport. You get space pilots, super robots. wizards and gods, and all kinds of people.

It is enough to make a kid from nowhere glad he found this strange place.

Alex has changed a lot in the months since he found Milliways, or, well, since Milliways found him. And he is glad of every ounce of it.

devils-fear.livejournal.com

Matt comes down for breakfast, expecting another day without a door. When his senses percieve that there is actually one there he stops in his tracks.

There are a few he'd like to say goodbye to or leave a note for but he's waited long enough. There is a mission waiting on the other side of the door and those he'd likely have words for will understand. So he leaves quickly, removing his glasses as he goes and already assuming the other identity that will get him answers and find his best friend's killer.

organicmeatbag.livejournal.com

There are only so many times Revan can walk around Aldera or work on the Hawk before boredom seizes him and puts him into an almost brooding mood. And with nothing better to do, his mind starts to wander and he begins to devise and think about all sorts of things.

Today, an idea struck him as he passed an empty commercial lot for sale in Aldera. And so, as he enters Milliways a little lost in thought, he's already calculating whether or not he could afford to open a mechanical repair shop on top of all the other upcoming expenses he'll have.

He'd need to recheck his accounts again to see if it was a feasable plan, but he does have a few more credits than he had previously thought and enough that it might just be possible with a loan or two. That is, if there was a bank willing to give him one.

Of course, this idea might fade into the nether within the next few moments as things tend to come and go with Revan at these sorts of times. For now though, it's what happens to be on his mind as he distractedly sits at Bar and orders something to drink.

lady-detective.livejournal.com

Sudoku isn't detective work, but it's challenging enough to keep my mind engaged so that it won't run about purposelessly and complain of boredom like a spoiled child. The puzzle is a hybrid of magic squares and crosswords - although unlike a crossword, sudoku squares become harder to fill in as one progresses, not easier. I think Simon would enjoy these, but I can see no way to introduce them to him without telling him about Milliways. He wouldn't believe that any more than he'd believe me if I said I'd come up with the things myself.

Perhaps it's for the best: my partner is obsessed with puzzles and cares little for anything else. That quality makes him a great detective but a miserable human being. No, more puzzles are the last thing Simon needs.

They're certainly doing a world of good for me at the moment, though.

[OOC: This is millitimed and millispaced all over the place for the day. You can place Emma anywhere in the main bar or the grounds, within reason. Slowtime in effect after 12:30 P.M. EST.]

Current Mood: pensive

runmakitarun.livejournal.com

[OOM: The costs of war.

Makita and Proto help make Bahamut even less inhabitable than it already is. Victory comes at no small price.]

callitavesper.livejournal.com

James Bond leaves a note at the bar for all of his friends. It reads:

There is a man in the bar who looks similar to me, but is younger and has a smaller build. Please do not confuse him with me.

- James

The message he will give to his fiancée when he sees her next will have a slight addition: "please do not snog him."

autocommander.livejournal.com

The door swing open, with a very odd noise. For those of you have have seen the "THX" Audio teaser (the audience is now deaf) at the start of a movie or DVD: it's that sound, backwards. (For those that haven't, the sound starts about a middle-high note, about the F above middle C, and then slides down the entire octave. If that doesn't help, the Allspark apologizes.)

And in steps a broad, powerful robot, about seven feet tall. It looks to be partially made of parts from a truck - you can see a fender, and wheels, and headlights, and a windshield. But it is a machine, the parts in motion with a level of intricacy unheard of in most parts of the universe. Blue glowing eyes above a plate where the nose and mouth should be on a human glance around. There is no whirring, if you expected it.

Once the machine appears to have decided there's at least some form of non-threat here, the plate on the face splits, sliding back to reveal a cunningly-engineered mouth.

"Hmm," he says in a deep rich voice, glancing around at patrons, bar, and then himself, "apparently some kind of portal. I'll have to mark the door so none of the others come through. Ironhide might not appreciate it." Then, he takes a full step in, and the door closes being him.

Ladies, Gentlemen, and Others, the leader of the Autobots, Optimus Prime. Say hi.

Current Mood: thoughtful

herstocall.livejournal.com

[Short OOM: Sir Integral deals with reports, then with her servant as Alucard makes himself known, There is minor snark. Very light spoilers for episode 1x02 of the Hellsing series.]

falconryu.livejournal.com

The door opens. That is not new.

Someone enters, that is not new either.

Said person was not seen in Milliways until now, and shows a surprised expression at the presence of a Bar where a Bar should not be; that is not new either.

What might be a bit new, is that the man opens the door again, peers out, then closes it, glancing around curiously and no more startled.

hearthethoughts.livejournal.com

[OOM: One Half of a two-sided man lost to reason and good sense. There is nothing half as terrifying to anyone as a Truly Just Man. -George RR Martin.]

"Of course not Mr. President. I'll be sure to inform the Secretary of your upcom-hello? Hello?" Matt Parkman, formerly LAPD, Formerly alot of things has failed to notice the change in his office. Cursing for a moment, he slips the cell phone into his pocket before turning his attention to the desk...That is no longer there.

Time spins and minutes pass as Matt Parkman stares and remembers. There's a tentative smile for half a moment before he remembers just what sort of a place this is.

The name comes last. Milliways.. The Bar. At the end of the Universe.

Habit makes him reach for the door knob, giving it a twist and opening it back up to his hallway before he turns back to the room, regarding it with a critical eye.

f33dm3.livejournal.com

There's a strange and interesting plant sitting on one end of the Bar.

It's been there for the better part of a month now, and no one seems to have noticed it.

Judging by how wilted it looks, no one's bothered to water it, either.

shikkari.livejournal.com

A familiar Japanese girl wanders into the bar. She's not wearing a school uniform this time; instead, she's clad in a one-piece orange swimsuit, a towel draped over one shoulder, and the beginnings of a truly spectacular sunburn.

As she steps in, she blinks in surprise, then beams. "Oh! I didn't know Chiyo-chan had a Milliways at her summer home, too!"

underwater-owl.livejournal.com

Littlest Amberite in the bar, drinking tea barefoot on the sofa, looking comfortably rumpled and like he hasn't bothered to brush his hair.

Discombobulated, tired and happy. It was a nice weekend.

couquine.livejournal.com

Rogue is in Bar again. Instead of having her gloves in her pocket, she is wearing them, and even checking, somewhat neurotically, to make sure they haven't slipped down a bit.

The expression on her face is one of extreme vulnerability and sadness.

(Mun is not feeling well, so slowtimes without warning are possible)

themerlin

[OOM: Merlin's 10 -Year One - The Year of Death - A year passes outside of Milliways, and life goes on for Merlin, with death not far behind. Warnings for violence, war, and disturbing content.]

guppy_sandhu

[OOM 2: I've come to talk with you again]

slasherofprices.livejournal.com

[ Not out of Milliways: Simon Skinner just wants to go home. ]

ana-pascal.livejournal.com

[Before Milliways: It wasn't ovomancy, but Ana still found an answer in the eggs.]

white_flowers

Her step is light when she comes in, and she is smiling. As is customary for her, she is dressed in white-- save for the glint of blue from the necklace at her throat. A pretty gift, it is, and one she seems fond of.

Blodwen settles at a corner table and takes a soft cloud of synthfiber from her work-bag, then begins to tease it into a fragile piece of knitted lace as needles flash and click.

It's a soothing rhythm, really-- almost hypnotic.

Click. Flash. Click.

first-sixth.livejournal.com

There's a Tommy in the bar this evening. He looks a bit worried and preoccupied, and has an untouched latte sitting nearby. It's losing foam just from neglect -- yes, he could use a distraction right now.

Consider him wholly botherable!

http://users.livejournal.com/_mother_dearest/

As was her practice, Lyrae was outside in the cool of the evening practicing her swords skills. The sword is dull as it would not do to hurt someone but it is nonetheless very menacing-looking--a single-edged curved blade. Barefoot and still wearing a dark gown, Lyrae went through her routine of moves, and after as much practice as she has had, the speed is fast and the moves are textbook perfect. Pausing to catch her breath, she flicked her wrist a few times. It was stiff--more warm-up would be necessary.

Approachable.

evryinchbut1.livejournal.com

As far as Valerie's concerned, tonight's special can be coffee. There have been rather a lot of randomly asleep people in the bar over the last week.

She's finishing off a cup of her own as she chalks up her name on the board and dusts her hands off. That done, she grabs her tray and starts her rounds.

Waitress on duty; feel free to flag her down.

argyle_princess

[OOM: Millitimed to last night, or later last night, or early this morning, or all of the above: Tumult.]

zach-and-cheese.livejournal.com

[OOM: After his first entrance, Zach suspects Hodgins is up to no good]

Zach is proud of himself—he does not think Hodgins is suspicious of his behavior, and he avoided having to accept a cup of coffee that might have been tampered with.

He has one of the Jeffersonian’s mustard yellow mugs which is filled to the brim with steaming coffee. He stopped to talk to some of the girls in Paleontology (his fame from being blown up still garnering sympathy) before heading to the lounge. He had wasted more time than he meant to, though, and he has been drinking it on his way as he hurries back to the lab, reveling in the bitter heat and caffeine.

He opens the door carefully with his shoulder, taking another gulping drink of coffee—and looks up to see the strange bar there again.

Zach stops, and glares at it for a long moment, glares down at the coffee in his hands, and back up—this repeats several times before he carefully edges back out of the door and closes it behind him.

He needs to talk to Hodgins.

argyle_princess

Hannah is out by the lake, with her shoes off and her feet in the water. (The Scotland part of the lake, mind. Not the part that now looks more like the Caribbean.)

It's soemthing of a classic image of peace and contentment and tranquility. At least from a distance.

You have to get close enough to see her face to get the full picture. This is a portrait of grief and disquiet and something akin to exhaustion.

[OOC: Not plotlocked, but also probably not the best time to meet her. Ping me at elsinorequeen if you have questions.]

princeinexile

A flash of light and the scent of heat and smoke, and one Firebender prince slid a ring back on a chain around his neck. The boy's been working hard, now that his health has improved again; with summer's arrival his energy is high.

His temper also runs hot. He hits the bar to get a bottle of water and heads out into the back behind the bar and--

--what the shit?--

"Wh--when did we get an ocean?"

latino_menace

Here, Bar. Have a Salazar. It is versatile and useful* and comes fully equipped with a range of smirks to suit all tastes. This one is programmed to its default mode of snarky/psychotic but on finding the right lever, can be edged towards charm** and, on occasion, friendliness***.

Warranty does not come as standard. No money back guarentee. Consumer accepts all risks involved with engaging said product in conversation.

Batteries included.

*provided you can persuade it/bend it to your will/blackmail it into doing something that you want
**management accepts no responsibility for underlying reasons for said charm
***instructions not included

misterparker.livejournal.com

Parker comes in, blinks and takes a seat at the bar. He's road dusty and travel dirty.

He looks like he could use a beer.

velocitygirl

Inyri's in the bar. She really can't get enough of being out of jail and getting to sit amongst PEOPLE. It's really rather great.

She's sitting at the bar, dipping her finger into some alcoholic drink with a cherry in it. Botherable!

art-and-brian.livejournal.com

Justin was certainly not expecting to wind up back in Milliways again. Not today, at least. And he doesn't look that happy about it either as he's clearly dressed for a night out and a steady bass beat can be heard from the door before it closes. After being in Babylon (with a fake ID), Milliways (which does not accept fake ID) seems like kind of a let-down.

But he rallies, even if it is done a bit sulkily. So there's a ~~twink~~ teenager at the bar, all dressed up and nowhere to go.

doyoufeardeath.livejournal.com

[OOM: Still riding high on the waves after fetching the Black Pearl and her inestimable captain, Jack Sparrow... Davy Jones finds himself letting another poor soul just how good he feels in the most malicious way possible.]

stubborn-annie.livejournal.com

Annie has been fiddling with a few of the recipes she tested out last month, and today she intends to get her particular tweaks and changes validated. The sour cherry tarts have been upgraded to a full-on couple of pies, and she has taken the time to work up a small sign giving her name, the name and location of her bakery, and the recipe for the pies. She sets the pies down on one of the tables, gets some empty plates and flatware from the Bar, and sits down behind the pies before putting up the sign.

And before putting up the other sign, which reads:

If you suffer any peculiar magical effects such as memory loss, body swapping, power issues, etc. after eating the pie, please contact me or Sgt. Harry Wells immediately, because that means someone's playing silly buggers. I haven't got magic.

Possibly not the most reassuring sign, but this is Milliways.

there-is-a-me.livejournal.com

Spoon does not have the plasma canon with him. He's not that crazy. No, he's got the yautja wrist blades on and is trying to get used to them. He's used to claws on his hands rather than his wrists.

But. Oh. These are fun.

conglomerelda

This evening, Elda is once again carefully situated on top of a table in one of the booths. She can spread her wings enough not to get cramped, and she is out of the way for the most part.

She has a bowl of oranges, which she is eating, and a book, which she is ignoring. Talons are very useful for peeling things. Anybody want an orange?

supersymmetry

And then, one night, without fanfare, the door that had not been visible for two years appeared to Winifred Burkle.

She couldn't say hadn't been expecting it.
I'm not scared.
She hadn't said a single goodbye; she didn't want to be sad when she walked out that door. And she didn't want anyone stopping her.

No tragic goodbye scenes. This wasn't goodbye, after all. Despite what her theories failed to prove, Fred never could quite believe that a soul was something that could be destroyed. Rearranged, maybe. Scattered, perhaps. But never destroyed.
I'm not scared, I'm not scared.
Of course, she wasn't going to prove or disprove anything waiting around here.
I'm not scared.
So, stopping only at the Bar to leave behind some letters, Fred took one last look at the exploding universe -- the one thing that never stopped being amazing, even here -- took a deep breath--
(why can't I--)
-- and opened the door.

What came after, only one other can say.

matrelli.livejournal.com

Unrest in the next arrondissement over, says Le Figaro; Angela (Angèle; angel; she's been known to visit Notre Dame in her spare time, though who or what she prays for is something she'll never tell) isn't frightened.

Nor is she frightened when she reads in Le Monde that the prime minister has asked several of his colleagues to form a committee for the exploration of la politique du Sylar -- a Sylar Policy. (The other day, when making her way to the cathedral, she looked out the window of her car and saw a little boy point his finger at a small roiling stand of pigeons. She saw a flash of light. And she saw the pigeons rise up, ruffled, and soar to other places in the city. The boy was no older than her younger grandson.)

Nor is she frightened when, upon folding her stack of newspapers and rising to leave her office, she winds up somewhere she'd never intended.

Angela Petrelli does nothing upon entering Milliways but raise her finely sculpted eyebrows.

[OOC: Work comes early in the morning -- slowtimes requested! I'll tag up tomorrow evening.]

regina-nivalis.livejournal.com

*She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies,
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meets in her aspect and her eyes...º

More to the point, she walks the paths of Winter, dark and cold, brilliant as the sparkle of icy moonlight on fresh snow. She is Winter. She is the Snow Queen and she has returned to Milliways*

(ºcredit to Lord Byron)

waylostandfound.livejournal.com

Nathan was around in the bar, still mildly annoyed about the door vanishing again. Still unsure about the recent bombshell (not that one, another one) that his brother dropped on him. Something about it all... Eh, just have to wait and see. Wouldn't be the first time something was off because of some event around here.

Going by the paperwork, and newspaper articles around him, it was clear he hadn't noticed who else just finally arrived in the bar.

notsellcookies.livejournal.com

[OOM: Act 1: Ashes
Chapter 1: 14 Years After E-Day

Part 1: "Welcome back to the army, soldier."]

He isn't expecting this. Nobody really expects this the first time, but Marcus was only just mentally preparing himself for being a part of the (fucked up, gone to hell in a hand-basket) world again, preparing to fight and to win and, if necessary, die for his world and his species.

You don't need a surprise like this when you're trying to prepare yourself for that kind of thing.

He's barely in the door when the assault rifle goes up, finger hovering over the trigger. There's no safety to turn off; Locust weapons simply aren't built with a safety. Nobody ever bothers to ask why. Once you've fought them, seen them, known them, you just get it.

He doesn't know where he is or how he got here or where Dom is, but this isn't Sera, this isn't the prison, and this isn't where he was expecting to be.

Which means he wants an explanation, and he wants it yesterday.

[OOC: Warning, OOM contains some spoilers for the very beginning of the Xbox 360 video game Gears of War. Very basic spoilers, but still.]

[EDIT: Aaaand I am for bed now. Slowtimes all around?]

the_seafarer

[OOM: All things come to an end, and all endings have a beginning.

And all beginnings have some joy to them.]

watching_you

[OOM: In the cells, Andrew Wells meets an incarcerated Veronica Mars. Despite the circumstances, they have a pretty nice chat. Well, if you consider "so how long have you been cursed?" good discussion material.]