milliways_bar | Jul. 26th, 2007

Jul. 26th, 2007

sizzuhs.livejournal.com

When Gene asked Bar for the book she had previously been providing him for reading purposes, she ended up giving him a guitar and music instead. It was a shock to say the least but a pleasent surprise since it had been quite a while since he had even played. The musical choices that she had given him were...well...odd. The Sound of Silence by some Simon and Garfunkel, Tears in Heaven by an Eric Clapton, Dust in the Wind by the Eagles, and an assortment of other songs. None of which he had ever heard before.

Thus the reason the medic is sitting at a table off to the side of the room picking out the notes to Tears in Heaven before trying a full go at it. Suggestions on music or general chit-chat is welcomed.

spooky-shrink.livejournal.com

[OOM: Malcolm Crowe has suffered no end of torment, but it's the moment of truth in his confrontation with Mr. Dark.

Fortunately for Malcolm, his two years in Milliways may be just what he needs.

k_in_black

[OOM: Agent K discovers the fun starts even before the game begins. Looks like MiB will be having a few bumps along the way.

And some of those bumps will be bigger than others.]

un_fallen

2520.

Just outside of Nicolas Rosse's office, Raguel corners a certain former politician for information.

Well, for fun. But the information is helpful, too.

falconryu.livejournal.com

Outside, people braving the night might find a Ryu. He was heading to the courtyard for a training session, when the door picked him up, so he decided that training could be had anyway.

No weapons at the moment, he is just doing kata, warming up and stretching up further.

will_scarlett

Polaroids of Draco in a dress and as a woman can now be found on the notice board.

Will slept well last night and woke up early since he's still restless with thoughts of the other Robin and Molly.

A tray with tea, scones and the remains of a breakfast are in front of him as he watches the Bar, working on his reading and keeping an eye on the Front Door.

(OOC: Mun is now awake.)

synapse-circuit.livejournal.com

Maybe he should've expected something like this to happen. The Dragon's Tooth is a prototype, after all.

J.C. is sitting at a table, on top of which is a weapon that looks like a fine-quality Chinese short sword with an ornate red-and-gold guard and grip. A small panel on the guard is open, revealing a cluster of wires and circuits. J.C. is peering at these through something that looks like a jeweler's glass. The nature and purpose of the other tools on the table is more difficult to guess at, unless you know a few things about nanotechnology.

The sword J.C.'s so concerned about is broken. There's supposed to be a corona of blue around the blade, an energy field sustaining a cloud of nanobots that keep the blade perfect and sharp. The blade is also meant to be retractable, or at least de- and re-constructible by the aforementioned nanobots. Something in the Dragon's Tooth sword has burned out - or, at least, that's J.C.'s guess - leaving the high-tech weapon stuck in the form of an ordinary sword.

J.C. would probably appreciate help from someone with greater technical skills than himself.

velocitygirl

[OOM: Inyri and Shalla break up. And Inyri's not quite sure she wants to remain friends, but doesn't tell Shalla that. Again, the niggling thought is...wasn't everything supposed to get better when Zekka died?]

jedi-exile.livejournal.com

[OOM: Kira and Revan find the perfect house. They're also rather schmoopy. And the babies are going to be acrobats when they grow up.]

whatsshakinpox

There is a sign posted in a freaky alien language, and then a translation in black marker below it.

HEAD DOCTOR NEEDED. APPLY TO UNDERTALL GRAY ALIEN.

Crypto is beside himself with woe.

"Well, this is the pits..."

He fears that perhaps he's lost it completely, his entire grip on reality.

"Yup... I am sooo out of it."

Of course, he's literally beside himself here, apparently sitting at a table with a duplicate of himself. So, you actually have TWO aliens looking as though they are in a sulk.

iambetadraconis

You can tell he's out-of-sorts by the fact his habitually-large dinner is largely untouched. Just stirred around a bit.

Just can't stop thinking of home and the fate of the Wizarding World he has to participate in.

With Rodolphus sitting nearby, smoking a cigarette and looking like he knows why Rabastan's so tense, his guts feel like a tangled ball of yarn.

"Go away I don't need you here."

I'm off-shift and can go where I please.

"Leave or I'll send you flying. Or transfigure you into a tea cozy."

Rat!dolphus just gives an amused look.

This'll be one of those longer nights.

Current Mood: stressed

dragonofgrey.livejournal.com

Draco would have taken down the pictures on the notice board, but he found himself too distracted to care at this point. Occasionally his grey eyes would turn toward the door. Soon, very soon.

Tomorrow. He couldn't put it off much longer. He had to go back, at least one last time.
He was preparing letters in the meantime, and reviewing lessons in his head. Last minute preparations. Like the OWLs or NEWTs.

Only failure in this could mean his death.

mistressmaryquitecontrary

It's the first time Mary Lennox has been in the bar since Lucy (and others, but Lucy's the important one) left.

As might be expected, she doesn't look happy.

But other things are happening, and Mary knows as well as anyone that what's already done is already done and you can't change it. So though she isn't happy, she would emphatically declare that she isn't brooding either. Instead, she's staring intently at a copy of the Inferno, which seems to be one of the foremost authorities on Hell.

If she can't do anything now for Wellard, at the very least she can make sure she's well-informed.

foxy-l33t.livejournal.com

And this would be Laini, sprawled across the seat in one of the booths, laughing fit to split her sides.

The cause of this? May be due to a large amount of photos scattered over the table- when she gets close to winding down, she picks up another one, and the laughing starts again.

Snotty intern? Totally pwned. Someone is not a seven-tailed kitsune for nothing, afterall- specially when you were able to get all the needed 'props' for what is considered one of the most outrageous pranks ever.

In a few minutes, celebratory drinks will more than likely be ordered.

awesome_lilly

Lilly is not sulking. Mature dead women of twenty whatever who have stopped counting birthdays because hi, dead, do not sulk.

She might have a back booth, a raspberry vodka and ginger ale and a slightly pouty expression, but it's existentially pouty. After all, when one of your first bar BFFs and one of your first bar boyfriends have just ditched you for heaven, existential pouting is totally appropriate.

It just also sucks.

realmrsreynolds

Today is, if not necessarily a good day, then at least a happily productive one.

That might be why, uncharacteristically enough, Sallie is taking the time to read a book -- always peeking above its pages to see if there's anyone she recognizes about that she might want to speak to.

scurlock

It's been some time for Doc, outside Milliways. So when the door opens to the Bar, he isn't expecting it, and he seems to be a bit surprised to be here, quite frankly. His appearance hasn't really changed, except for the lack of facial hair, which can be explained by the squirming figure in his arms.

He almost doesn't come all the way inside. He'd been planning on taking his young son out to his mother for some bonding time while he tried to get dinner started, but instead ended up here. After a moment's thought, he moves into the room and lets the door click shut behind him.

"Welcome to Milliways, John," he murmurs, to the dark haired boy in his arms, as he goes to sit at a booth. A waitrat soon comes over with a plate of cookies, and a tall glass of milk, as well as a baby holder of sorts. After tipping the rat for his troubles, he sets Jonathan William Scurlock, aged 1 month, into the carrier at his side and then starts in on the cookies, keeping an eye out for friends.

Current Mood: cheerful

guppy_sandhu

[oom: Secrets]

The doctor is in

Guppy is in a booth near the infirmary, revising with somewhat more enthusiasm.

His exam got rescheduled for tomorrow.

winged-eros.livejournal.com

Eros is in the bar.

There is no 'Eros enters the bar' because, as far as any recent patronage can tell, he didn't. There was no door opening, no mystic fading in, no dramatic noise and clatter. He's just sitting there, slightly slumped at a booth in the back, one hand on a beer and another on his chin.

It would be hard to tell exactly when he arrived, though the beer is two-thirds of the way empty.

bigredbeak

All anyone can see of Brooklyn is is tail waving back and forth, and making its way through the space between tables in the bar at a slow pace. Brooklyn himself is on all fours sniffing about the floor (sometimes snorting out a few dust bunnies), searching for something.

"Just had it!" he tells a chair leg. Then tips the chair back and goes for a better look.

spooky-shrink.livejournal.com

[OOM: With Mr. Dark defeated, Malcolm has a half-expected and welcome encounter. And then come a few revelations that will bring lasting changes to his life in Milliways.]