milliways_bar | Jul. 14th, 2007

Jul. 14th, 2007

night-hibiscus.livejournal.com

didntseeit.livejournal.com

Ajedrez is bored. There is no door. She can't find Sands to annoy. She's sick of reading, and thinks if she even touches her cello, she'll break it. She is, in fact, at that state of boredom where she can't think of anything to do, she is so bored.

A bored Ajedrez is never a good thing.

For the moment, though, she is sitting at the bar and drinking tequila, watching the rest of the ever-changing room for something to do. Or someone to fight with.

She's rather bored.

gorgonfondness

[OOM: In the city of Vane, the Midsummer comes, bringing with it the much-awaited passing of patrimony in the Ausa dynasty. The evening is marked by a touch of wandless magic, beautiful song and dance, crashing thunderbolts, a fair amount of mead, small dragons talking of fish, and some playful bedroom happenings. Respectively rated L for Latecomers and T for Tease.]

There is a young woman sitting at the bar wearing a nice blouse and a lovely wraparound skirt.

Her usual pot of tea is nearby, but she asked Miss Bar to give her something special today for the occasion, so with her meal is a lovely tiramisu.

Plenty to share for all who are interested.

Come celebrate with the newly named Guildmaster of Vane.

no-sin-but.livejournal.com

What does one do when one finds oneself at a strange tavern where the world ends? If you are Marlowe, you...well, first of all you collapse in a drunken slump in the first bed that you find, and then, once you wake up and your head stops feeling as if it is going to split open, you keep to yourself. You bathe and find new clothes, so you don't stink quite so much, and you keep to yourself.

And then you go back to that window.

So that is where Marlowe is currently, standing in front of the Observation Window in new (although still dark) clothes, arms crossed and expression...impossible to describe.

kinshou-kitsune.livejournal.com

Stepping back into the bar after being outside made the kitsune-kami frown every so slightly. Being outdoors was one of the best things in life, at least that is how she saw it, and being back inside...was almost like being in a cage. But there was much planning that needed to be done if the two Goddesses were going to have their tea ceremony.

Inari made her way promptly over to Bar and slid onto one of the stools smiling down at the polished counter-top with a bright beaming smile. "My dear friend, I am in need of your assistance," the kami purred in her sing-song voice, "would you be willing to help?"

And thus catalogs of traditional kimonos, haori, and other assorted objects appeared much to the delight of the kami. Yes...this was going to be an excellent tea ceremony!

She is highly bother-able and willing to talk to anyone should someone be interested in approaching.

Current Mood: bouncy

there-is-a-me.livejournal.com

Spoon is still dealing with abrupt status change. He's really, really got to get a handle on it before he goes back to the Clan because the beatings will be easier to take if he's not still reeling on the inside. He's formulating a plan to minimize the pain and maximize rank kept.

He's got an entire large pizza and is working his way through it one slice at a time. Next to the pizza is a pot of tea and a pitcher of beer, and he's alternating which is companion to the food.

So far the plan (scrawled on a piece of paper) consists of kill dangerous things. After some tapping of the end of his pen against the table he changes that to kill ^very^ dangerous things

zach-and-cheese.livejournal.com

[OOM: The best person to ask for advice on a coffee conspiracy is a conspiracy theorist (thankfully, Zach knows one). Millitimed to the 9th]

zach-and-cheese.livejournal.com

Zach is reading through a case file as he walks into the bar. It isn’t until he’s a third of the way into the room, when he almost runs into a table, that he stops and slowly peeks his head out over the folder’s brim.

He’s standing very, very still in his lab coat, like a prey animal trying not to arouse the suspicion of any predators. He’s unsure as to whether he should explore this area in case it is not actually a delusion (it’s a tempting thought, the first scientist to encounter a strange new reality), or if he should creep back towards the door and get Hodgins to drive him to the doctor.

Come make the decision for him?

will_scarlett

After sparring with Ryan last night, Will's mood has improved, though he's now sporting a bruise on his chin and limping slightly, but he's smiling.

He's leaning in a booth since that makes his hip happier with a nice big afternoon snack and enjoying watching the Bar go by as he drinks some tea.

i-am-mr-clean.livejournal.com

"This place again? Incredible!"

Mr. Clean makes his way to the bar, and smiles. He knows from his last visit here that this is not (as he first thought) a strangely themed restaurant, so her isn't as confused this time.

People he passes may notice the sudden appearance of a coaster under their drink, if there what not one there, before.

Taking a seat at the bar, he asks for a sparkling water with lemon, and sits back to see what kinds of interesting people he'll meet this time!

ahogarse.livejournal.com

Santi is out on the lake bank, doing his usual hunting of bugs.

You'd be absolutely stunned at the sort of thing you can find out here.

betty_roberts

The door opens slowly, and a voice calls hopefully, "Mr. Eldridge?"

It's hard to get a real good look at the woman calling, because she's hidden behind a stack of papers, from waist to hairline. What can be seen of her is a tidy woman in a neat suit, circa 1939, low heels, curly brown hair.

"Mr. Eldridge?" again, and then, "Mr. Comstock? Gertie? Anybody?"

She steps into the bar, slips as the floor changes, and goes skidding into Milliways.

Three days' worth of radio scripts (with carbons) go flying.

Betty Roberts has found her way to the end of the universe.

prone-to-panic.livejournal.com

Archie's in the bar again this evening, a pretty little girl tucked in the crook of his arm, looking around with fascination as he reads to her. Shakespeare. A Midsummer Night's Dream actually, it's always been one of his favorites.

He's got a duty shift later, but for right now he's spending some time with his daughter. Come say hi.

((OOC: ~~Am running quickly to the grocery. Will tag when I return.~~ Back!))

ratatouiller.livejournal.com

It's been a few days since his first visit to Milliways, so Remy is pretty glad to see the place. His first time had been a pleasant one after all, and no one but Linguini knows he exists in his world...so it's kinda nice to be noticed. And the last time he was here, not only was he noticed, but he was welcomed -- despite what he is.

Work at Gusteau's has been good and Remy is in a pleasant mood. He would probably even be less inclined to run away, or hide.

thiefprinceremy.livejournal.com

Remy was working. How could you tell?

Well... Better question: Why wouldn't he be?

That said, red-eyed Thief, and Delicate Flower, sprawled in a booth, sipping at a cafe au lait and watching the evening crowd.

You know you want to talk to him, I mean look at him, he practically oozes 'rumpled sheets'

heads-you-live.livejournal.com

Domino was back, perched at one of the small tables near the observation window.

She wasn't visibly armed today, and had left the firearms at home. Of course, this didn't mean she was actually unarmed, just keeping the blades where no one could see them

It had been, all in all, a trying week, but she felt better for having actually had a job to do, if exhausted.

She probably won't snap at you if you want to converse however. Might even share her paradoxes.

highking.livejournal.com

Tomorrow is Sunday. Tonight is Peter's last night 'alive.'

From his windblown hair, it's pretty clear that he can now cross off One last ride on Duncan from his list of things to do. And from the cup of tea, it's clear that he is still, in fact, himself.

not-lazy-steph.livejournal.com

Someone was glad to be back.

"Great! Nobody will find me if I'm in here."

Apparently the gang had been playing hide and seek again, and for one pink-haired eight-year-old girl, finding the bar in place of the garden shed meant one thing, recharge time.

She bounded across the bar to get a strawberry-grapefruit-vanilla smoothie, perching on one of the barstools, feet swinging, just watching the crowd.

k_in_black

[OOM: A few days ago, Agent K brought a planet-wide civil war to an abrupt yet effective end.

But now he's remembering that coming back from Yekub IX is usually worse than getting out there in the first place.]

bannion_sight

There'd been a message waiting for her when she'd gotten home from the clinic.

Hi Kim-- it's Dave. (Long pause.) I, um, happened to pass by the Laines' today... looks like his dad's back in town. I thought you should know. I'll call you later, okay?

Now, Kim's sitting in a booth, with a cup of coffee slowly cooling in her hands.

She's looking absently into space, and there's a small line of concentration on her forehead.

snap-time.livejournal.com

"Look, could you guys keep it down and go let the pharaoh out? I won't ask you to stop arguing, I'm starting to think that's impossible, but I think those two are having a moment and.......... okay, who put a bar in here?"
The guy who just walked in is wearing a dark gray uniform with an American Museum of Natural History patch on the sleeve. And he's carrying a flashlight. The two put together might leave onlookers questioning his sanity.
...If this weren't a pandimensional bar, anyway.
"Alternately, when was there construction and how did I not hear about it until now?"

angela-edmunds.livejournal.com

Angela's enjoying her vacation. She's been able to forget (almost) the stresses she's been encountering at home, and she gets to sleep as late as she wants.

For now, that's enough. She's playing with another story now; just toying with the idea. In fact, it's so new, there isn't anything written down about it, just a few random words here and there and a lot of doodles on the paper in front of her.

So...one teenage girl, head leaning on hand, sipping at a Coke, with a dreamy expression on her face.

young_tmriddle

Tom has kept to the House of Arch, for the most part, since regaining his memory. After disastrous events, that's what he tends to do.

But eventually, the lure of this place, where his friends are and the scotch is so bloody good, brings him back to Milliways.

Not for very long, perhaps, but a small visit is better than none.

literallyrotten.livejournal.com

"I know," says Darren, amiably, into his cell phone, as he pushes the door open.

"Life is fucking nuts, isn't it?"

And the door that had been supposed to lead to the Swan Theatre clearly does not any longer.

Darren's reaction, for once in his life, is to shut up. Bet it won't last long.

night-hibiscus.livejournal.com

Yuna has a table in the bar, and a cup of tea, and a rubix cube. Guess which one she is frowning at!

called_lioness

Tomorrow is--not it. Exactly.

That's the point.

But it's the last day here, and for all Lucy is good and ready--it's still been home, or something like it.

It's not exactly fun, as she fidgets with a piece of silver metal for a moment before slipping it in her pocket and just curls up with dragons and tea.

She told them earlier.

It wasn't particularly fun, and now the twins won't leave her lap.

For tonight, she doesn't mind.

shimmershift.livejournal.com

Candice comes storming into the bar through the front door.

Micah is fine.

Fake future people shouldn't lie to women with super powers.

She narrows her eyes and takes in the room. Beer. Beer is the answer.

mago_sonriente

It's a little hard to make out the handsome features since he's crusted with sand and dust, but it is in fact Carlos Ramirez who walks through the door. He heads straight for the bar before picking up, of all (bar-canon appropriate) things, a towel. Then his direction changes and he walks out the door to the lake...

A few minutes later, soaked to the skin, Carlos returns. He's got his t-shirt stuck through a loop in his pants and the towel over his shoulders but somehow he's not dripping on the floor.

Feel free to ask him about that if you like.

"Victoria?" he asks hopefully with a light rub to the surface of the counter as he settles on a stool. The beer appears and he smiles. "Gracias, querida."

Pop. Gulp.

Ahhhh.

naughty-djinni.livejournal.com

Anywhere else it might seem strange that there was a blackbird sitting at a table but not at Milliways. This sort of thing happened here all the time.

As the blackbird peck at a plate of crumbs it suddenly turned into a small dark-skinned boy. I preferred this guise, I guess you could say it was a tribute to one of my old masters.

This place was starting to grow on me evenif it was filled with humans. It didn't have the same earth-ridden feel to it that most places did. I had been here almost 2 weeks now and my essence was still as flawless as ever.

I sat with a smalll content smile on my face watching the other patrons of the Bar wehile I considered my position here.

simon_doctor

There is a doctor in the house. Sitting at the bar, to be specific, with a tall glass of iced green tea (unsweetened) and an order of potstickers.

He's reading something on his datareader, but not with any particular concentration.

morelikeasponge.livejournal.com

Peter's spent most of the evening invisible. He's also spent most of the evening without anything to eat or drink, as a result, except for what he could steal off of people's plates -- and he hasn't seen anybody he's avoiding.

So there's a weird ripple in the air in one booth toward the back of the room, and then there's Peter, flagging down a remarkably blasé waitrat.

[OOC: Feel free to tag while he's invisible, if your character would know he's there.]

song_tra_bong

Ever since she ruined a comforter with a bottle of gun oil, Mary Anne doesn't clean her guns on her bed. But sitting on the floor just makes her legs numb and her back hurt. What she needs is a table.

Which brings us to our scene for the evening. Mary Anne is at a corner booth, her handgun disassembled on a towel on the table before her. She also has a plate of onion rings that's getting some attention.

Interruptions, company, questions and even onion ring thieves welcome.