milliways_bar | Aug. 5th, 2007

Aug. 5th, 2007

stuck-mynock.livejournal.com

Mm, mints. They're a taste sensation full of fresh, icy goodness.

However, Atton may stay away from mints, in future.

"Gack!"

S/he hurries behind the bar, coming out again with a rather overly large Jedi Robe wrapped around herself, looking shocked and more than a little bit angry. Her old clothes, now too big for her (except for her trousers. They were very tight when she was a he, after all) are tossed on the bar.

"What the kriff?"

keyblade-girl.livejournal.com

Kairi wasn't expecting the door to the Bar to open for her today - but it did and so who is she to argue? She goes through it.

As soon as she passes the threshold, she knows that Riku is there.

She just knows.

And she makes a beeline toward him.

ladyfirestarter

[Out of Milliways: Thursday, there was a long-distance call. Of sorts. Rated C for Cute.]

teh-data-fork.livejournal.com

Adam is just going to stop eating anything Bar gives him for free. Anything. No matter how tempting it looks. He should have made this decision a long time ago, especially after that whole business with the bodyswapping, but...well, Adam is not always a quick learner.

And now he has breasts. And other girlparts. And that is JUST NOT OKAY, GOD DAMN IT.

...augh. At least he still has his computer. He curls miserably up on his usual couch (taking up considerably less room on it than he ordinarily does--he can't even get in anyone's way by stretching his legs out, and attempting to do so makes the skirt Bar's given him do embarrassing things) and starts trying to get some work done.

God. If Chloe could only see him now.

nolongerhunted

She was sitting outside enjoying the nice day. Enjoying what she hadn't allowed herself to enjoy. She's been keeping herself cooped up again. Seems she did that quite a lot. Deciding she wanted something to drink she heads into the bar asking for a bottle of lemonade before heading back out and sitting back down. In front of her were books on the supernatural but she hadn't touched them. It was almost as if she wouldn't.

"--you know I'd never want to keep you from anything that would make you happy, right?"

Those words kept running through her head. And the more it did... the more it... one of those books get picked up and she throws it as far as she can not caring where it hit. How could he say that? Because she was being kept away from her happiness. Him. How in the hell was she meant to get over that? Over him. And if that wasn't bad enough Dean's words still rang strong in her mind.

Which is why she didn't even feel it when the tears started forming. Maybe she should've never came out today. Her heart felt like it was breaking. Oh, wait, it had done that the day he left her and hadn't come back. The day she'd die. She cringes slightly, the heat against her skin feeling bad. She'd almost forgotten about that. How she could feel the flames from that night still wrapping around her body.

"Stupid demons." She mutters. I hate them.

an_evening_star

[OOM: In which Tristran is taller than the average goblin, tallies are kept, and Yvaine occasionally has trouble breathing.

Millitimed to sometime between Then and Now. Because I am home from vacation. And also very forgetful.]

cf1.livejournal.com

The young, handsome guy who comes downstairs is surprisingly calm and collcted.

Don't let it fool you, Cait just had time to scream in private, freak out, curse, then take a long cold shower.

Now, she is well enough to see the advantages of being a guy.

1 - it gives her an excuse to hide in Milliways a while longer.

Hmm, the list needs work, but Kat needs food, so while she gets the latter, someone could help with the former.

works-in-space.livejournal.com

Jim is quite himself today. (Point of fact, he knows better than to ever take strange food or pills - something he learned the hard way once with a cup of coffee that did odd things to him.) But that doesn't mean he isn't distracted. Tomorrow is the christening ceremony. Followed by the first mission. And Jim is understandably nervous. He's rather fade the Klingon armada than the masses at the ceremony and the billions watching it.

So for now, he's having one last cup of coffee before going back home to sleep. Maybe he can clear his mind.

[ooc: not around much after 10 am EST today - slowtime to follow]

alwaysroomforhope

There's a teenage boy sitting splayed on a couch, looking like today is the funniest thing he's seen in weeks.

He's fairly short for a boy: compact, solidly muscled, but short. Despite that, he's sitting like he has a pair of basketballs in his pants, and he's laughing at pretty nearly everyone who passes.

His grin, and the patterns of scarring that cover what little skin is visible at ankles and wrists, and maybe something about the attitude -- it's all a bit familiar, really, even though this boy's never been seen in the Bar before.

twiceahero.livejournal.com

Barbara's normal table is near the door. She likes to watch people as they enter and leave the bar. Of course this means that people see her in return, and this might lead to people noticing something odd.

There's no coffee. Babs is still recovering from her recent trip to Mainframe, and she's pretty sure that the stimulant she used for that trip is still lingering in her bloodstream. Adding caffeine to that probably isn't a good plan. So she's got a glass of iced apple juice beading water and sitting undrunk on the table.

She's a bit distracted as she looks from holographic screen to holographic screen around her, each drawing data from a small box sitting in the center of the table. Whatever the notes and videos flickering in front of her are related to can't be too good because she looks really stressed out.

Eventually she hits a key, freezing all the screens, slides her glasses off to lay them on the table, and just settles her face into her hands, trying to take deep calming breaths.

heads-you-live.livejournal.com

Domino had decided to test out the limits of the new shape, oddly unsurprised to find them much the same as they usually were. She was surprised to find that as weird as this was, it still didn't bother her.

At that particular moment he was out by the lake, sunning, hair still dripping wet from the laps he'd just been swimming. He'd probably drop back into the water to do more soon enough, but it was too nice a day to waste.

organicmeatbag.livejournal.com

It starts off as a normal visit to Milliways. Revan comes in through the door, datapad in hand with a few holofeeds pulled up on the screens, and heads over to the bar, ordering a glass of water while he thinks of what he wants to eat for lunch.

And while he does so, reading the news reports, he grabs a mint – because, hey, they're free and he's forgotten how Bar (and others in this place) likes to play tricks on people. So, he takes one and a few moments late...

"WHAT. THE. KRIFF?" he/she cries, perhaps loud enough for the entire bar to hear, and demands a mirror from Bar at once to see the damages.

jokerswildwest.livejournal.com

Alex West is in the bar. He's just gotten out of a terribly boring business meeting with a 'client', and now is in the magic bar again. He's still not sure how this works. He's stubbing his cigarette out as he walks up, and sees the box of mints.

Never hurt, right? And it's better than having ash-tray breath all day.

He orders a beer and then goes to the restroom to freshen up. Then, there's the sound of shouting.

"WHAT THE HELL?!!"

Holy...there's stammering and maybe a little bit of flailing, before he sneaks back out and sits at the Bar. And immediately asks for vodka. A bottle.

Helllllllllllllllllp.

ooc: plz to be tagging in happy hour post. <3. timed to prior to happy hour.

callitavesper.livejournal.com

One cannot blame a highly trained superspy for not trusting the offer of free mints, particularly when he's heard rumors about the free food here. On the other hand, said superspy can be ~~stupid~~ impulsive and daring. Sometimes he just wants to go all in--if he knows, or isn't sure, that he won't pay a high price for it. Taking a look round, noticing nothing out of the ordinary, Bond decides to take a risk.

And winds up looking curiously like Honor Blackman. How about that?

The new woman sighs, mutters a curse, and orders alcohol out of a need to numb this experience as soon as possible.

dats-dildoes.livejournal.com

She'd had all of eight hard melonades last night, before Bar had started giving her regular ones instead.

She hadn't noticed at that point, already too drunk even to care.

This ~~morning~~ afternoon however, was a different story. Skwisgaar was curled up against one arm of the couch, groaning occasionally when a sound was too loud or too close, head in her hands.

Nope, even the impressive rack wasn't helping the hangover any.

slasherofprices.livejournal.com

Simon Skinner used to be a man until an Altoid changed everything.

He is not feeling the lulz.

Current Location: at the bar

themerlin

[OOM: Out of the bar, Merlin's second year passes, no better than the first. Warnings for mentions of war and death.]

scurlock

When Doc comes down from his room, he's still not quite pleased. He doesn't take a mint. That would probably just throw him over the edge. He asks Bar for a glass of water and gets the note from Caspian and the stock record, looks them over, and then folds them neatly and tucks them into his pocket. He also asks for a newspaper.

When he reads the article in the New York Times about his arrest and the way they've spun it to make him sound like a ruthless murderer, he manages to contain his anger and moves to follow the storyline on the next page.

Then he gets pissed.

He heads upstairs and goes into his room. The stock record and the note get put on the drawer, and then he grabs the guns he stored here earlier, a time that feels so long ago to him but hasn't really been much. He takes a minute to clean the smaller psitol and then the rifle, before he shoulders them and heads out the back door.

If someone comes outside, they'll find Doc at the 'range', with the pistol at his hip, and the rifle in his hands. He wouldn't be adverse to being watched as he blows off a bit of steam, old West style.

young_womble

There's a Womble in the bar.

He's not been transgendered (not that it would be particularly obvious if he had), but is instead hiding between a sofa and a coffee table near the fire. He has a piece of wire and some straws, which he is pasting newspaper onto.

petraarkanian.livejournal.com

Petra is building a house out of cards. Not something one would usually see an ex-battleschool brat doing, so there must be some explanation. Perhaps she will share if asked. If not, ask the bar, and it might provide some sort of information. Or, one could blow down the card house for amusement.

The black and white cat near Petra is attempting to do the third already. So far the cat has not managed to do so, however, the card house is not getting built overtly fast under such conditions.

there-is-a-me.livejournal.com

Spoon (male, ta) and a collection of dogs enter the bar and head for a seat by the fire. By "collection" we mean "five". Magic is a Doberman and smug about being the eldest. Raisa and Stepan are medium-large grey fluffballs. The other two are quite a bit smaller and look more like this and this.

Spoon has Shakespeare in hand, fag in mouth, and is stretched out with dogs draped over every inch of legs. He's not going to be able to feel his feet soon.

laceandarsenic.livejournal.com

Gert and her dinosaur are outside by the lake, relaxing in the late afternoon sun. OL is partaking in a favorite pastime: stalking the demon bunnies that run wild in the forest. Gert herself is sitting cross legged on the grass by the lake reading a book.

stuck-mynock.livejournal.com

Atton's finally managed to get Bar to give him some clothes which fit. The first seven tries, he was given dresses (which he refused to wear. Even if s/he is suddenly a woman, Atton would like to keep as much of his masculine pride as intact as possible) but eventually, she deigned to give him a tee shirt, jeans and a leather jacket. Which is what she's wearing now, as she bartends.

She's recovered from the shock, more or less. Now she just wants to change back, as quickly as possible.

Specials.
Magic Woman.
Go Girl!
Sailor Venus.

She didn't pick the specials. Blame the waitrats.

velocitygirl

Inyri's downstairs in the bar, in an armchair with a cup of caf and a datapad.

She looks a little rumpled, like she just rolled out of bed and didn't bother to brush her hair, opting instead to pull it on top of her head in a bun. There's also a slightly stupid smile on her face.

Botherable!

hatchingviper.livejournal.com

((OOM: Reflections on the Millitime of August 3rd:Everyone has to make these little adjustments, right? We now return you to your regular time.))

Deitmar is processing time a little differently from everyone else. Early this morning, he left the infirmary. Very early. He wanted to move without a whole lot of witnesses to the fact that he walks like someone who isn't getting every message his nerves try to send.

Today has consisted of time being around people again, getting used to the lights, taking a long nap in the back in the booth. . . and now he's sitting near the outside again, watching people move in what still feels like slow motion.

Because of the way he processes time, he feels like he's been here for about a day and a half. He is deathly bored. And although he's wearing sunglasses for the whole changed-eyes thing, he still hasn't practiced talking at normal speeds. That's why there is a sign on the edge of the table, dictated to a waitrat because his fingers still don't work properly:

CONVERSE
Recovering,
Seek distraction. No, I do, now it sounds like you do; why would you? You're a rat--you can stop writing this down now--here, I'll give you money to go a

Oh well, it's a conversation starter.

too-far-in.livejournal.com

Someone trips as they come into the bar.

That someone is Lara Notsil and now her datapads are all over the floor. "Oh kriffing kriff kriff." She mutters before stooping to pick them up.

Stupid Bar showing up through a doorway where there should have been STEPS.

first-sixth.livejournal.com

There's a Ranger in the bar, perched on a barstool and making her way through a plate of linguini with calamari, shrimp, mussels and clams. Her helmet and the Brachio Staff are sitting on the bartop nearby.

Tommy figures that as long as she's stuck here, she may as well get some training in; to that end she's spent much of the day out back, only coming inside out of hunger. The only change to her costume, a short and tight skirt, is taking some definite getting used to. It's kind of impressive, really, how female Rangers manage to deal with it and still be effective fighters.

Anyway, feel free to bother her! She seems to be in a reasonably good mood.

undignified

[ OOM(ish): After a conversation with Inyri, Wes has a lot to think about. (Yes, peanut gallery, it hurts.) And about a year after the rest of the universe, he realises why Inyri still affects him like she does, and he does something about it. ]

othercaptjack

[OOM: Ellis Island, 1892.

It's a cold night of a bad year, and Captain Jack Harkness has Nancy Sinatra stuck in his head.]

grimsister.livejournal.com

Nico's been getting used to this Bar place in the past couple of weeks.

She is less used to the fact that she still can't get out, and that Molly has yet to make a reappearance. In fact, if it wasn't for Karolina's soothing presence, she would most likely be celled right now for destructive behaviour, and half out of her mind with frustration, but as it is, she's merely anxious.

(The state of poor Karolina's mental state after being ranted/complained/worried at the entire time cannot be spoken for.)

Right now, though, she's a little calmer, sitting in a armchair with cranberry juice and a book.

It may or may not be The Osbourne Book of Scary Stories.

Fearsome.

sylvie-barker.livejournal.com

Sylvie's at a booth, a lump of clay and tools in front of her. She'd eaten earlier, and a half-empty mug of coffee's by her right hand. Sadly, it's being ignored in favor of a project.
No breath mints, thank you. She's got enough gender issues without 'em.

awesome_lilly

[OOM: Lilly is still lying on a bed of pain (aka, resting comfortably on her couch) and getting visitors: Mal's mom has got it going on and Lilly is determined to let the senior population of the bar know about it, Puck and Lilly and the kids share a tender family moment marred only by comparing notes on suspicious friends *coughDuocough*, and Meg and Lilly generally BFF about.]

mitt-mittson.livejournal.com

The young toddler who wanders through the door is very determined, though he stops and gazes at the bar in awe—it appeared, suddenly, out of the Flate and he had never seen it before. All of the noise almost drowns out his knowing that his secret country is somewhere in front of him (he never even thinks to turn around and leave), but he catches sight of the door across the way.

And he weaves carefully, determinedly, around the tables and patrons to reach that door. He has been walking most of the day, and he won’t let a strange warm, bright place full of people that randomly appears on the road stop him from reaching his destination.

guppy_sandhu

Guppy isn't doing much right now.

Mainly he's sitting with his headphones on very quietly, waiting for the twenty two hour since he entered mark.

It wouldn't have done to start a new job either hung over or jetlagged after all.

bothan-rebel.livejournal.com

Asyr is downstairs again tonight, after having spent a good portion of the afternoon out of doors.

It feels less like being trapped when she can see the sky, though being entirely 'planet-bound' still makes her twitchy.

Maybe she'll get over that.

At the moment, however, she is contemplating a data pad that Bar was obliging enough to give her, and intermittently noting down observations about the bar, the patrons, and what she's learned so far.

Maybe it will come in handy later. These things often do.

kitchen_maid

[OOM: In Ambergeldar, Meg and Amy picnic. With discussion of enchanted princes, court fashion, and life in a fairy tale. Millitimed to well before the Pevensies left the bar.]

waylostandfound.livejournal.com

There was a light rain outside, but that mattered little to someone who could get above the low ceiling of clouds. At least he'd be hidden, and have some privacy. Time to himself to un-stress.

Nathan had that itch again. The itch to get some fresh air. At 10,000 feet.

Occasionally a sonic boom would be heard out back to anybody else outside.

cheevy.livejournal.com

Rain.

Miniver has always enjoyed rain. This is a reason, though not the only reason, why he is presently outside in it, sitting in the wet grass, staring rather absently at the sky.

He looks very 'flower child' without the love and happiness bits. Peace, maybe. If only because he is sitting quite still. It could be mistaken for peace.

his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com

There's a companion in the bar tonight, but it's not exactly the companion it looks like. The woman turned man sits by the fireplace, hiding best she could from the rest of the bar.

This is all her bloody boyfriend's fault. And she's not happy about it one bit.

geeky-agent.livejournal.com

[OOM: Chris talks to her dad about what's been going on back home.]

Chris loves free stuff and isn't paying attention when she gets back in the bar. That's why she grabbed a couple of the free mints without thinking and popped them in her mouth.

It's only a minute or two later, when her mouth is minty and they're most melted that she realizes that might have been stupid on her part. Waiting a minute more, nothing happens and she just swallows the mints.

There's no sense in being paranoid over every little --

"Dammit!"

soulkeepersong.livejournal.com

My life has gotten seriously weird. Escape from aliens, head home and sleep, go to school, find bar at the end of the universe. Is this really happening? It must be. I still have that cut from last night on the beach. Stupid glass shards.

I really could use a break, and this place is as good as any (whether or not it's real). Better, actually, since there might not be Controllers here. I really need to ask about that. But right now, an after school snack looks good. Ooo, free mints!

Splort!

What the heck was that? I feel like I just went through the fastest morph ever, but with really few changes. That's weird. Did I morph without meaning to? In front of everybody?!

"Bar, could I have a mirror?"

O.O

just-a-job.livejournal.com

The door opens, and Jim wanders in, a backpack slung over his shoulder as he'd been heading out of the office for the day. It's still kind of a shock, and Jim stops for a long moment, just staring around the bar with a rather wide-eyed expression. Then, he looks back at the door – he has plans with Karen tonight.

But the last time he was here, it'd been the same time when he left this Bar as it was when he'd entered. He could probably stop in for a drink here without being late for Karen, right?

So he cautiously walks up to the Bar, staring curiously for a moment before ordering a beer, still clearly feeling a little silly talking to what seems to be an inanimate object. The Bar obliges promptly, and Jim has to concede that it is just about the coolest thing ever.

scurlock

Nobody warned him about the mints. And after an afternoon of shooting things, and teaching Will how to shoot, Doc grabs a couple on the way upstairs and pops them into his mouth as he pushes the room to his door open.

Splort!

The guns barely get set down on the table when he feels his body...shift. His legs get a little longer, his chest feels...bigger...his hair...

He catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror.

And stares. And then stares some more. Then it hits him. The warning when he'd first arrived. Don't take anything...

"You've got to be fargin' shitting me."

His voice is tight and scratchy, and then immediately he turns and goes to the closet. There's a denim jacket and a pair of jeans. With some swearing, he changes out of the now too big clothes and into the new outfit, then heads downstairs. To find himself a whiskey.

action-antihero.livejournal.com

There's a new female face in the bar. This one spent the night after ingesting certain breath mints hoping a certain spell would be slept off, and woke with dismay to find that it hadn't. Even more, to find that there were clothes--women's clothes--in the right size hung inside the closet. It didn't exactly inspire confidence that this would be a passing thing.

So anyway, there's a somewhat grouchy-looking woman sitting at the bar, sipping a cup of coffee as Bar wouldn't let her have any alcohol. Too bad, as today, she could really use some.

Milliways, say hello to Jackie Bauer.

an_evening_star

[OOM: In which no one is eaten (though it is a rather close call) and personal space is vastly overrated. Which is fortunate, because it is also blatantly ignored.]

http://users.livejournal.com/_to_the_bone/

A young woman enters, looking unperturbed, wearing men's clothing. Three guesses as to why that is?

Jack is finding this whole thing rather anticlimactic. He's having trouble with the hips, certainly, they're wider and keep hitting things like kitchen counters and doorframes. But at least, look on the bright side, his breasts are relatively small. Big ones he imagines would get in the way a frightful lot.

lostworldhunter.livejournal.com

No gender swapping for this hunter, thanks. As much as Roxton enjoys mints, he remembers Mrs. Wells warning about free food in Milliways. He's in no way eager to discover if they turn him pink, or some such nonsense. (That they'd turn him into a woman hasn't even occurred to him.)

So, completely unaware that half the women around him are actually men, Roxton orders his usually whiskey and starts eyeing the opposite sex appreciatively.

fryertuck

The victory against Daemon may have been rather Pyrrhic, but at least some good was gotten out of it. Like some absolutely killer digital footage of a truck colliding with a girl in midair and blowing up.

'Course, even awesome footage like this must be edited for maximum effect and the average online attention span. So Tucker's got his laptop and a plate of liver and onions and is happily splicing away.

"What do you think?" he asks Danny, in regards to which track off of King's Men (the latest Dumpty Humpty album) would make the best accompaniment. "That riff from 'My Wits Are Scrambled', or '(If It's Over) Let's Make It Over Easy' for the irony?"

Current Mood: productive

agirllost

[OOM:Chris loved you - he loved all of you. - Miriam can't wait until morning. Warning for angst.]

doctor-weir.livejournal.com

[OOM: Handwavy millitime, naturally -- the Brig and Weir just generally have a nice day in Atlantis.

Which is an accomplishment in and of itself.]

taishar_malkier

Nynaeve is studying, buried in her books and notebooks and the faint scowl she wears when she's trying to coax (or bludgeon) a new idea into something clear and practical. She's not likely to drop it for a few hours at least.

It's been a while since Lan was in the bar. Not outside practicing swordwork, but in the common room.

So he's here now, with a pipe and a book that he's ignoring in favor of watching the room.

gorgonfondness

Mia's sitting in front of the fireplace with some of her paperwork, her fine print glasses perched on her nose.

All she's thinking right now is that if she gets this done, she can take it back home and bring more back to finish at her leisure.

Not that she's in a rush right now. Whether it takes a day or a week, it will get back in the same split second she left with it. Althena forever bless the wonky timelines Milliways provides.

She seems to be making quite a bit of progress, so she wouldn't mind a distraction.

gonna_live

There's a jukebox over in the corner that doesn't get used much.

Kaylee's at it again, with a roll of freshly exchanged quarters, and a judicious eye as she shifts from foot to foot. Her back hurts a fair amount today, so as soon as she makes her decision there's a big overstuffed armchair over there with her name on it. And a footstool. Can't forget that.

Four choices left.