milliways_bar | Jul. 27th, 2007

Jul. 27th, 2007

heads-you-live.livejournal.com

Domino was back, just at that moment she was sitting near the trilobyte tank, mostly relaxed.

It wasn't as good as goldfish, but it was as close as she was going to get without going home. After all, she'd just been home and the news was still the same, nothing that needed her particular expertise.

Go on and interrupt her, she's not doing anything terribly important.

morelikeasponge.livejournal.com

[PREVIOUSLY, ON HEROES: Many things happen that have not been threaded out. As a result, Peter goes to see Nathan. Nathan has ~~a flava!~~ a suggestion, which turns out to be a suboptimal idea.

Then Mrs. Petrelli and Claire get involved, and so does Nathan. Uh, again. Most if not all of these have already been posted as the other characters in them moved through canon. There are, of course, spoilers, up through episode 1.19, ".07%."]

Peter's absently rubbing his wet hair as he steps through the door, and for a moment his hand stills.

He looks -- unfocused. Or maybe more focused than usual. He doesn't look around; just heads straight for the bar, for once not bumping into anything or anyone on the way.

there-is-a-me.livejournal.com

Yes, he's a hyper-violent Blooded ex-human yautja with a lousy sense of humor and a mercurial personality. This in no way means that he's stopped doing the homework which Geoffry Tennant has been assigning him since the first time they met.

Spoon will allow that he's possibly a little bit unnerved by Geoffry. That's alright. It's resulted in a far greater grasp of Shakespeare than the werewolf ever expected to achieve, and while he won't say it's his favorite author...he will state that he'd rather finish it than find out what Geoffry will do if he doesn't.

So Spoon is curled up on the floor next to the couch, smoking, and not cussing his way through the next play.

alorn-bear.livejournal.com

One minute Belar isn't there, and the next he is. He doesn't bother with doors unless he can make a showy entrance, usually. At the moment he's not really looking to do showy; he just wants a beer- one that didn't get made by anybody he knows- and a seat to kick back and relax in.

He sort of forgot that he's currently glowing. It's blue. Turquoise, mostly. Someone might want to talk to him about that.

sylvie-barker.livejournal.com

[OOM:A pack disagreement turns ugly. Warnings for violence, mentions of death, profanity, gore.]

Sylvie stumbled across the threshold, catching the doorframe with her free hand.
She held a dampened towel to the side of her neck, the fabric and her fingertips smeared with blood.
Bruises covered both her arms and one side of her face. Quickly as she healed,
it'd still be some time before she recovered.
She went to Bar, moving slowly but not unsteadily.
Anger simmered below the surface. She made herself choke it down, while she asked Bar for a few necessities. A room key was added to a small pile of
clothes, and first aid supplies.
"Thank you. I don't suppose--Right. No weapons." Sylvie picks up the other stuff, one-armed.

happy-footed.livejournal.com

In other words, a penguin just slid into a bar.

no-sin-but.livejournal.com

Marlowe is reading.

Reading Charles Darwin, in fact. Origin of Species.

Or rather, he was reading.

At the moment, he is sitting in his chair staring off into the distance. It could be brooding, for he is very good at that, but actually he's just thinking.

foamys-human.livejournal.com

*A young man with blue skin, wearing red long underwear with a big F! on the front, runs tirelessly through the outdoors, arms extended above his head and slightly forward, while he says "whoosh, whoosh" all the way.*

*He stops just outside the bar, looks around, and gets a very confused look on his face.*

"Well, this isn't the Outdoor Ice Sculpture Museum of Sao Paolo.

"Musta taken that wrong turn at Albaquerque. I knew I should have turned left.

"Eh, I've been here before, might as well go in and see what's going on."

*With that, he whooshes his way through the door and into the bar proper.*

likeawindow.livejournal.com

Eddie Michallat walks through the door in jeans and a white shirt, looking very pleased with himself.

That is, until he realises this isn't the street outside of Aras' house.

He stares at Milliways, trying to work out why on Earth (sorry, Wess'ej) the streets of F'nar have turned into a pub.

Then, suddenly, he reaches into his bag and pulls out a small ball-shaped camera, which he holds close to his mouth as he whispers, "Get everything."

He lets go, and the camera starts buzzing around him.

Now he's free to stare in confusion and wonder.

literallyrotten.livejournal.com

"Well, would you look at that," remarks Darren, with false cheer, and eyes the door.

And yet, he's not bounding through it. First, he's going to the bar to get a seat and a drink, and after a few moments of consideration, a pen and paper. As he lifts the pen, he removes his sunglasses, because while he prefers to wear them in public they're too dark to write wearing.

Occasionally, his eyes will flick up to make sure the exit is still there.

lissla-lissar.livejournal.com

((OOM: Lissar attends a ball and is asked to marry her beloved Ossin. It goes about as well as expected. Warning for potentially triggering flashbacks. Seriously, folks, I'm not kidding there.))

The door flies open and the woman known as Susan, known as Deerskin, who was born Lissla Lissar and has never been seen without a dog enters alone.

She is not wearing her white deerskin dress; instead the clothing that flaps and snaps in a way that her own clothing would never dare is a silver-grey, a few shades darker than Ash's fur, and it shimmers like Moonlight in a mist. The skirt is very full, and soft. The bodice is cut simply and sewn all over with thiny, twinkling stones, colorless, almost invisible, but radiant where the light touches them. Her white, white hair is pulled up and back with ribbons in pink, blood-red, black, dark green, and silver-grey strewn with the same colorless stones as her dress.

There are gloves on her hands, and dancing slippers on her feet, and her face is streaked with tears to match the dark sorrow in her eyes.

undignified

No specials today. Just a lazy bartender.

Actually, Wes has chalked up LUM on the board, but that doesn't make him any less lazy. It just means you can get cheap lum.

If, y'know. Lum's your thing.

dragonofgrey.livejournal.com

It is time

.

Draco was wearing the moonstone pendant and the ice pendant hidden under his clothes. Over his shoulder was the rucksack Mia gave him, plus he added a charm to extend the space inside. The Rememberizer was hidden in a pocket, well concealed with more charms. It will be important later. He had left some notes to say that he had gone back to people he knew, and hadn't spoken with recently. Already said goodbyes to most of the important. Especially Mia.

He couldn't put it off any longer. It was time to go back to his world. He still had a role to play in the events to come. One more time.

He opened the Front Door, and stepped through. A distant cry of a peacock called, indicating the Manor was just a short distance away. One last thing, and he took out his wand.

He pointed it to his head, Obilivate!

The door smoothly closed shut.

ana-pascal.livejournal.com

[Out of Milliways: It begins with chess, conversation, coffee and a chai crumble cake.]

blueeyedjohnny.livejournal.com

There's a soldier and a baby in the bar, having dinner.

Johnny has discovered that, despite the fact that Edward can hold a spoon and suck his thumb, he appears to struggle with connecting the two actions. And has attempted to resolve the problem by abandoning the spoon in favour of finger food.

The result is messy. Johnny shakes his head in despair.

"Look kid, this is food, that is your mouth. You can't eat through your nose."

Edward giggles, then as Johnny bends to pick up the dropped food, tips his plate over the man's head.

hero_farmboy

Clark has really just about had it being stuck here. The next time he sees Chloe, he's demanding she take him home with her.

While he waits for that to happen, he's been trying to keep busy: spending time out in the stables, playing a bit more one sided football, things like that. Tonight, he's made his way back inside for a cup of coffee and something he doesn't do as often as he thinks most other people do.

Watch the observation window.

mollyprewett.livejournal.com

[[OOM: Molly and Cain travel to Canada for a business conference, then decide to extend their trip into a last holiday before the baby comes.]]

sed-en-ta-ry.livejournal.com

Darcy wasn't singing just yet, but she was humming to herself as she sipped occasionally from the mug in her hands, perched on the windowsill, just watching the chaos outside from as close as she could get.

Her dress for the evening was layers of tulle and crepe, making her look rather like a wilted, pistachio and apricot cotton candy, or perhaps a kind of merengue.

She rather liked the dress, really, and she had asked Bar to surprise her.

Go ahead and stare, or poke her, or something, she doesn't bite ~~hard~~

young_womble

Wellington is hiding under one of the tables, eating a banana skin.

captainryan.livejournal.com

Ryan's here! You just haven't seen him, probably because he's always off practising something.

Take now, for example. He's out back and, having set up the range, is practising his marksmanship. There are a couple of missions coming up where hitting the target right the first time is going to be very important.

guppy_sandhu

Guppy is near the fire, flopped on a sofa with a glass of whisky in one hand.

He's not particularly drunk, he's just trying not to think about question four, which he knows he got wrong, or question six, where he tried three different spellings of the same drug and still couldn't decide which it was.

He'd appreciate a change of mental subject.

lostworldhunter.livejournal.com

Roxton looks up in surprise when he enters the bar. He'd been just about to set out in the balloon with Challenger and Marguerite to survey the plateau, so he's in full explorer gear, but he certainly doesn't mind the end of the universe deciding to show up.

"Stopping in at Milliways, Challenger, do you need anything?"

"More photographic plates!" is the immediate response from a red-bearded man. Roxton tips his hat to him.

"Got it. I'll be right back." Of course, with the whole time stopping thing, he could stay several days and still be 'right back'.

argyle_princess

[OOM: Brennan cooks up an excuse to visit California and check on Hannah. Millitimed to about two weeks ago -- the muns were busy reading Deathly Hallows.]

dead-comrade.livejournal.com

This is a face the bar hasn't seen in a long time.

The bar hasn't seen him like this, ever. Krauser hits the door moving like someone on his way to shout a good deal at someone else, and rocks back a little when he sees the room of strange people instead.

He looks perfectly normal, except the part where one arm is missing and replaced by what rather looks like a wing--only it's sort of leathery, and instead of feathers it's spiked, all white and orange and red tines.

He pauses for just a moment, then shrugs, folding his arm in so he doesn't catch the door with his spikes, and heads to the bar. It's been a long day and he could use a drink. As for his appearance right now: why try to do damage control? Retracting the wing and reforming his arm is a little messy, and it's not like accidentally splattering people with plaga-host blood is going to go over any better than looking like this.

realmrsreynolds

Tom's owl to Sallie arrived this morning, as expected.

Complete with her request. Tom is nothing if not helpful.

She's sitting at a table, with two stoppered vials in front of her on her lap, and she's going over the directions on the parchment that had been included alongside.

In general? This is one time she's probably not very approachable.

[ooc: vaguely locked -- ping stephmuji if you'd like to tag.]

wellthrownstone.livejournal.com

Garion got the specials up--
Drinks
Alamo Splash
Blonde Moment
Fog Cutter
--but when he sees a certain entry, Garion disappears and a wolf pads towards her. Behind it, the wolf's shadow stretches all the way behind the bar before appearing as a somewhat-flickering sort of shadow image of the man himself.

This is going to have his brains scrambling, but the Sendarian in him won't let him 1. skip out on work or 2. let a lady be in distress...

blue_ajah

If one is not paying careful attention to the room, it might in fact be easy to miss the Aes Sedai, half-hidden as she is in a dimly-lit corner booth. Moiraine is studying the blue gem of the kesiera that she usually wears fastened in her hair and across her forehead, watching it with careful focus as it dangles now at her fingertips, on the end of its golden chain.

Occasionally, a glint of blue fire flickers from it.

[ooc: Moiraine is practicing a particular trick that allows her to eavesdrop on conversations. Given the nature of Milliways, this may or may not be particularly effective-- and is therefore up to player discretion. If there is anything you'd like her either to overhear or not to overhear, link in a comment or ping me at Aspenx3, and I'll tag her into your post. Thanks!

ETA: And since I've now been asked, for clarification, regular threads anywhere are fine too, of course. :) ]

prydeful

Kate's cleaning--or, in some cases, just lovingly handling--her knives tonight.

And looks entirely too pleased as she moves through the set for a person who is handling weapo--

Oh, right.

It's the bar.

In that case, she looks appropriately content and pleased as she works on knife after knife.