milliways_bar | Aug. 7th, 2007

Aug. 7th, 2007

his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com

[OOM: Deciding to escape recent events in Milliways, Sarah goes back to the TARDIS for a holiday that does not go at all like planned.]

jacks-dead.livejournal.com

[OOC: Kyra, as previously noted, is in the cells, and is taggable here should anyone care to drop by.]

song_tra_bong

[in and out of milliways: Mary Anne and Satan have a talk after their fling last week; things do not go well in the slightest. Mary Anne escapes, though not unscathed, and retreats to familiar ground. On the way home, she has a good old fashioned heart to heart with herself.

First thread millitimed to yesterday. Warnings for strong violence/references to violence in the first two threads.]

Mary Anne comes in through the front door, Vietnam behind her for the first time in months. Her hair and clothes are damp with rain; the right shoulder of her tank top bears some interesting scorch marks. To say she looks tired doesn't quite begin to cover it.

She takes a seat at the bar and is quickly presented with a bowl of soup and a mug of coffee. The coffee even has whiskey in it. She smiles. "Thanks, lady."

[ooc: mun will be around for the next couple of hours, then must crash as mun has work in morning. any and all tags will be picked up then, say thankya.]

matrelli.livejournal.com

[OOM: October is a fine month to be in Paris.]

fryertuck

Tucker Foley, digital journal: Monday. My mom always tells my dad and me that it's good to get in touch with our feminine sides. Well, she'd better be really darn proud of me, that's all I can say...

It's the small hours of the morning. Danny's turned in already (he may not have stopped laughing for ten minutes together all day, but he's not about to go home and abandon Tucker in her moment of crisis). Tucker, however, has discovered yet another problem with her new shape. He's never slept well lying on his back, and now she's got unaccustomed bulgy bits getting in the way when she tries to sleep face-down or on her side.

What do you do when you've got an enormous personal problem keeping you from sleep?

Blog it, of course! (But friends-locked; she's not an idiot.)

~~Tucker~~ Tina is at a table, nodding slightly over her PDA and a plate of barbecued chicken. Don't let her get tired enough to confuse the two.

Current Mood: tired

ten_of_swords

Ruin walks into the bar.

At his side is a seven-year-old girl with dirty blonde hair and eyes that, depending on how she looks at you, are either steel-grey or deep, impossible blue. They are also far too old for her face. But she's grinning up at Ruin and he's grinning down at her. Neither seem to care they aren't where they'd intended to be.

The bar wasn't an unusual circumstance, after all.

So, Ruin and Aife find a booth and settle in, with the little girl chattering happily as a waitrat brings her a chocolate soda and Ruin a much-need cup of coffee.

puckishly.livejournal.com

[OOM: Darren kidnaps Puck to Montreal for ~~sex~~ dinner. Oh, and ~~sex~~ dessert afterwards.

... And sex. Fine. You win.

Also there is talk of alcohol tolerance, electricity, significant fruits, and naming one's scars after Geoffrey Tennant. Also Puck loses his cherry.

No, really.]

falconryu.livejournal.com

It is early morning, but Ryu is up; because until a 'cure' is found, she can not go home, or should not. But he is not in a bad mood, being a girl is not bad and she is enjoying the experience.

Right now, she is outside practicing martial arts and getting used to his new balance.

rt-5478.livejournal.com

The Mad Science Symposium was two and a half days of absolute chaos. More so than usual, even. Which is why Artie spent the last 18 hours passed out in bed, and is now heading to Milliways with the intention of drinking himself stupid.

A very grumpy gerbil trudges across the floor and climbs up a stool onto the bartop.

And sees a bowl of mints--the ones he thought had been confiscated by airport security--sitting not three feet away.

"oh dear God no."

This can't possibly be a good thing.

[Not even remotely plotlocked. Go for it.]

dean-o-dell.livejournal.com

He stumbles through the door, a man pushing 60 in an expensive but rumpled suit. For a second, he feels a horrific pain, as though someone had stabbed him in the eye. But that pain fades, and he is left with a doozy of a hangover.

The first thing he remembers is that he'd been drinking. The second is why. He was having a bad night...the confrontation with Mindy and Landry, her condescending efforts to calm him, and...something else. Someone else. But it doesn't coming to him yet.

Where is he? He doesn't know this place, or how he'd gotten here. Surely he hadn't gotten so drunk that he was bar-hopping. (As the dean of Hearst College, he would never hear the end of it if a single student saw him in some of the dives they visited, so no, he hadn't. Right?) But this isn't his office, or his house, or any place he'd ever seen.

He makes his way to the bar, looking for black coffee. Or better yet water and aspirin and Alka-Seltzer.

Welcome to Milliways, Dean Cyrus O'Dell.

hellobugbite

[OOM: another day, another dust-up with Imperial forces for Rogue Squadron, but a landing on Mrllist brings news of a mysterious 'phantom ship'...

(Scenes and dialogue adapted from Star Wars: X-wing: Rogue Squadron: The Phantom Affair)

immortalthief

She has been stuck in this place for over a week now and she is starting to like it. Perhaps a little bored which is why she is sitting near the fire eatting cherries and spitting the seeds into a tin jar several feet away from her. Amanda may seem to be rather oblivious to everything that is going on in the bar but she is actually people watching. The awe and wonder of this place not overwhelming her as it had been when she first arrived. She needs to find a new game to play.

princess-midna.livejournal.com

In the comfortable dim lighting of a booth, Midna rests with her eyes closed. Long legs pulled up into the seat, side resting her weight against the back of firm cushion backing. She appears to be breathing evenly, lightly snoozing more than likely.

A small bundle of a light blue blanket curled up protectively against her stomach, even while almost sleeping. It stirs with subtle movement every now and then, emitting soft, barely audible coos before falling quiet again.

Come bother.

incorsecsdreams.livejournal.com

[OOM: Sometimes things don't go as planned. But that's not always a bad thing really. Sometimes that means you run into old friends, or have a lively, yet civil, political debate, and then enjoy a bit of much-needed R&R.

(Scenes and dialogue adapted from Star Wars: X-wing: Rogue Squadron: The Phantom Affair, sometimes called "that series with too many colons")

hero_farmboy

[OOM: Of all of Clark's problems, cookies should not be one of them. And yet, they are.]

mago_sonriente

That would be why he hadn't been in. It's also why he hasn't seen the the announcement on the board that has him grinning as soon as he sees his name on it.

Score.

He jots down a note for

( Harry ) and proceeds to leave it at the bar. He's in such a good mood, in fact, that he entirely misses the rather blatant sign over the bowl of mints, figuring it for some sort of new bit of pleasantry for the bar (they put out mints all the time at his family's restaurant, after all) and pops a few into his mouth.

It's a nice change from the desert air. The mint in his mouth, anyway.

Then he's ordering a couple of glasses of water and sitting down to drink them. No, he hasn't noticed yet. To him, it just felt like how it feels when you go from extreme heat to AC. And he hasn't moved, so...

Oh, feel free to notice the random woman with a certain wizard's staff.

[ooc: mun at work, so expect a bit of slow]

Current Music: Ville Valo & Natalia Avelon - Summerwine

milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com

[OOM: Shetland is for ponies, not Cybermen. What do you do with several hundred of the things until it's time to use them?]

The door opens from a rather grubby-looking transportation terminal of some kind in Scotland. Brushing some of the harbourside damp out of his hair, Wells steps into Milliways. "Boats again," he mutters. "I fucking hate boats."

rt-5478.livejournal.com

The container of mints that has wrought so much havoc over the past three days is now conspicuously absent. In its place is posterboard sign standing on the Bar, with the following neatly printed in black Sharpie marker:

ATTENTION ALL GENDERSWAPPED PATRONS!
READ THIS NOTICE FOR THE CURE!

The genderswap may be reversed by ingesting the bodily fluid of a person of the opposite sex who has also been swapped. The quickest and easiest way to do this is through a kiss, which will neutralize the genderswapping formula in both parties.

The antidote chemicals linger in the body for some time after the swap is reversed, so once you are cured you may continue to cure others.

Please leave me a note if you have any questions. I sincerely apologize for any inconvenience you may have suffered.

Sincerely,
Arthur N. Meriono

[Also see this post in the Back Room.]

literallyrotten.livejournal.com

Darren Nichols strides into the bar, whistling, with three red roses. One is stalkerish, a dozen is cumbersome, three is romantic. The roses are dropped off at the bar for delivery.

This accomplished, he settles into a seat and orders himself a manhattan.

reluctantstar.livejournal.com

Ray sat in the bar, sporadically reading a newspaper, but mostly watching the bar and the people in it. He, or she, isn't too worried about the fact that he is a she, as he has been through it before, once here, and once elsewhere.

He knows the cure and is just enjoying watching everyone rush around in their own lives. The experience has been an interesting one, but not a bad one, for him, and he is grinning.

(ooc: All threads are welcome and will be writ as before the Abigail Whistler one)

puckishly.livejournal.com

Millitimed to ... oh, some point after visiting Lilly and the Montreal OOM, which probably makes it today, Puck learns that there are consequences for teasing the Devil.

It is safe to say that Puck is in considerably worse shape than usual this evening.

It isn't necessarily immediately apparent-- he usually wears jeans, after all, which hide quite a bit-- but his shirt is buttoned up all the way, and the sleeves are rolled down. Despite that, he does have a rather visible mark on his cheek: fading purple.

He's really not in a great mood.

When he comes to the bar, hoping perhaps for something numbing and alcoholic, three red roses appear along with a note. Thank you for your company. Puck blinks down at the flowers, frowning.

He knows who he'd like to think they're from, at least. Certain other possibilities present themselves.

prince-luna.livejournal.com

It has probably been a while since anyone has seen the vampire. He's been about... just... avoiding things. Or perhaps he has been planning things. One never knows with a Ventrue prince. Either way there is a white wolf laying out near the lake.

fryertuck

On Peter's advice, Tucker-cum-Tina has written a note to Ray and left it with Bar, in case he can do anything to reverse this situation. In the meantime, nothing for it but to wait and record her experiences for later blogging. She leans against the bar and sips highly caffeinated carbonated beverage through a straw.

...man, there're a lot of cute boys here.

Current Mood: flirty

hero_farmboy

It's a solemn Clark that enters the bar today. Solemn, however, does not mean unaware and so the first thing he does is make sure he can leave. Satisfied that the door isn't going to disappear on him again, he heads to the bar for a cup of coffee and notices the Security posting.

There's a slight frown as he reads. His name is there, which is more than he was expecting, but... trainee? What does that even mean?

Sighing, he makes it the rest of the way to the bar and gets that coffee. Make that a double espresso. He thinks he needs it.

madetomend.livejournal.com

Sally is sitting, talking to Bar while she sews her new dress. The conversation is one-sided, but that's perfectly fine by Sally.

She could use a mannequin, if someone was so inclined.

[ooc: AIM isn't working, so if you want to get a hold of me, I have an entry to tag into here.]

wizard_dresden

"Right - sorry - so much porn, so little time... Bob the Skull here. Yeah, Harry's gonna be a little late. Oh no, he's not - no, Harry and porn? Oh no. The porn was for me. Anyway, I'll put up the specials and you can bother Harry when he gets here, 'kay?"

Specials
Bingo
Georgian Sunrise

"See ya-"

[[ Harry was coming down the stairs about the time Bob started talking, so he heard - all of that. ]]

All I can do is shake my head and take up post behind the bar.

argyle_princess

Hannah has not exactly been getting the sort of rest promised in mattress or Nyquil commercials lately, but last night was basically the "before" half of an Ambien ad. She's tired, and it shows.

She does straight to Bar, where there's no news. After a month. There's not even a note to say, Nothing to report but still working on it. Haven't forgotten about it, or you. Not that she really expects one, it just . . . it would have been nice to get something.

Even if that something didn't amount to anything much.

She makes her way without really seeing much to the nearest empty table and sits down, focused on a very interesting knot in the wood.

there-is-a-me.livejournal.com

Spoon is counting. Not the puppies (four of them, in a mass of fuzz that contains four heads, sixteen legs, and four tails). Not supplies, or people he's got to talk to still. No, Spoon is counting weaponry. There is a lot of it.

No, a lot of it. He's got every single thing he got from the Clan, he's got every knife, every sword, every other piece of weaponry that he has collected since getting out of Gruniard, and he's counting it. There are three piles:

1) Uncounted (the largest)
2) Can be modified to have gold
3) Can not be modified to have gold

And his pen is tapping on the table slowly. This is because he's wondering if he can get someone to enchant his teeth to have a gold coating so that when he changes form he can bite Cybermen.

Lets quote canon, here:
Sergeant Wells: 'You know the little things that make your skin crawl, and the hair stand up on the back of your neck?'
Joe: 'You mean like Spoon?'

Yeah. He's doing his best to live up to that exchange.

awesome_lilly

At some point in the evening, a waitrat comes down from 232 with a note for Raven.

( Raven )

waylostandfound.livejournal.com

Last night, he dreamed about his father. (Mild spoilers for online novel,

War Heroes

)

Tonight, Nathan was in the bar, in fact he was over by the bar. Making demands.

"Come on, I need to see it. It's important. I need to know what happens. What if they're right?"

Come over, and find out what he's asking for, and why Bar's refusing his demands.

guppy_sandhu

"He's swallowed a snooker ball? Is he choking? No. Well take him to Casualty and join the cue... no, Mrs Brown I'm not taking the mickey, I'm sure it could happen to any sixteen year old." Guppy hangs up his phone, shaking his head, as he comes through the door.

"Hello Bar. Tea please."

He takes the drink, along with the sandwich she gives him, and flops in his usual seat near the infirmary.

The doctor is in

shufti

Out back, on the lawn, a training session is starting.

Jack Manackle is playing quietly with a toy train on the grass whilst Shufti does sword drill. With extra enthusiasm today, having seen the notice yesterday.

She'd like a training partner; interruptions of any sort will not be minded.

young_gun_billy

[OOM: Things in Ft. Sumner get hairy and Billy skins out for Lincoln. Seems the Governor wants to meet with him and work out a deal. Billy lays out terms and they are accepted and the Kid finds himself pampered and admired in prison while waiting for the trial and his turn on the stand.]

The front door opens and in walks a man in irons. His hands are chained but the smile he wears doesn't seem to match the picture. As the door closes behind him and Billy see's where the trip from the outhouse has led him he first turns to see if his deputy escort has come in with him.

The man is not there and Billy laughs and claps his hands together. He looks around the bar with a wicked smirk and heads for a table, chains rattling.

tristranthorn

[OOM: Their escape from the tawny eagles lands the two companions in the town of Fulkeston, where Tristran gains great renown for his ability to tell stories, leading him to quite a bit of popularity with some of the ladies (much to Yvaine's discontent).

Eventually tensions run so high that upon deciding to leave the village, Tristran and Yvaine get into their first fight. They say that sometimes fighting can be healthy. In this case, that is definitely a possibility.]

oh-frak-me.livejournal.com

*After much hassling and stuff-spawning cabinets and Turtle-Pilot Bonding(tm), Starbuck emerges from the kitchen with a tray with two plates of warm snickerdoodles and two frosty pints of milk. She leaves one plate of cookies on the bar with a note that says "Eat" and takes the rest of her load upstairs to her room and her Lee*

(ooc: Upstairs hasn't happened yet, but it will...)

mercurialist

When you just leave food lying around in the open with nobody to watch it, it's not like Mercer's gonna grab some so fast that he doesn't pay attention to little details like warning labels. Give a god more credit than that.

...well, except for the whole thing where you'd be totally right in your withholding of credit.

This is why, several hours before Artie managed to confiscate the bowl of mints, there was another ominous SPLORT! somewhere in the rafters.

And it's why now, at the end of the bar, there's a woman with a knit cap shoved over her bleach-blonde hair, slumped down to rest her chin against her arms, and swinging her sandaled feet back and forth in what could only be described as a full-out sulk.

Okay, it's not all bad. He makes a pretty hot chick if he says so himself.

But...come ON.