milliways_bar | Aug. 9th, 2007

Aug. 9th, 2007

Molly's back and they're making plans for a date in Chicago, he's still worried about her parents but that'll get figured out.

For now, Will woke up early and happy and has a lovely breakfast of various chocolate pastries and tea as he watches the quiet of the Bar and thinks about taking an early morning swim.

incorsecsdreams.livejournal.com

[OOM: The good guys arrive at Falken's lab and many things are revealed including, but not limited to, the fact that things are not as they seem (*gasp*) and that more people are crazy than you might have thought at first. There is a very tense cliff hanger ending.

Okay, cliff hanger is over. There are also some explosions. More explosions.

Plot and dialog liberated from the pages of Star Wars: X-wing: Rogue Squadron: The Phantom Affair with the judicious use of a sledge hammer. Some breakage may have occurred in shipping.]

there-is-a-me.livejournal.com

As far as he's aware, they're going to be leaving any time for the fight. Spoon needs a little extra time to get his calm together, so he's crept off to Milliways (sans dogs, if they need him they can send one for him) to take advantage of the time difference and polish weaponry.

Which is exactly what he's doing. One knife at a time, one sword at a time, he's performing meditation by shiny things. He'll be ready when the time comes.

dean-o-dell.livejournal.com

Dean O'Dell slept like the dead (so to speak). 36 hours, in fact, as though his new pseudo-body had cast off the stress of the days and weeks prior to his murder. He woke, was pleasantly surprised to find clean clothes in the closet and drawers, and went down to the Bar. He was starving.

And he decided that, regardless of whether he was dead or merely having the most vivid coma-induced dreams, that he could eat whatever he wanted. Mindy wasn't here, and he wasn't ever going to have to take a physical exam again. So breakfast was bacon and eggs - a double portion, in fact - and a huge cup of coffee. With cream. And sugar.

gone_byebye

It occurred to Ray today that there are easier ways of getting things past airport security than putting them in your checked luggage. For instance, putting them in an extradimensional space which you have access to and the security people do not, and then retrieving them from that space once you reach your destination. That's a workable solution to the problem, right? Right. Thus, he is here at Milliways to drop off his lightsaber (he might not be from a world that has a TSA, but the baggage handlers at John F. Kennedy Airport are the same the multiverse over).

And to get himself some breakfast and check up on the local gender woes and any notes that might be addressed to him and maybe find someone who knows Chicago a little better than he does.

dragon_twin

Melou is still in the bar. On top of that, he's still angry. Maybe more! This can only be accounted for due to the large sign it took him forever to read and figure out, but now that he has, there is additional ire to what he had simply just from being a girl.

Being a girl, as he's discovered, sucks.

So there is a teenage girl, scowling in a chair near the observation window and swearing creatively in ancient Welsh. With a sword. Approach at your own risk.

parkerlee

Parker and her table in Milliways look like a picture pulled from a brochure advertising Hearst College.

Hearst T-shirt. Large fruit smoothie. Blonde co-ed with history homework spread out over the table.

Of course, this tableau being set in Milliways, the picture would have to be carefully cropped lest concerned parents get the dead wrong idea about what exactly goes on colleges 'in California'.

[OOC: At work, which may call for unexpected slowtime.]

alorn-bear.livejournal.com

Belar hasn't acquired a Security badge just yet, but he figures they'll hand those out at the next meeting. He's good with that. He really is. In fact, he's still grooving on the same good mood as the other day (gods tend to get into longer emotional rhythms than mortals- ask Mara, who spent several thousand years grieving), so when he comes in today from Mongolia, his ANSWERING PRAYERS - BACK IN 15 MINUTES sign is actively sparkling in different shades of blue and bluegreen.

One of the rats drops off a bowl of what appear to be Extra Crunchy Cheetoes on his table while he's doing his usual obligations. He'll thank them later.

awesome_lilly

[OOM: Millitimed to before Inara-Sallie, Inara visits with presents, gossip, and some worries too; Knox drops by to chat with his boss about Gotham and the Say True; and finally Coyote checks in and Lilly doesn't let a little stab wound stop her from flirting.]

organicmeatbag.livejournal.com

After many days locked in a room upstairs, too uncomfortable in female form to hang around in public, Revan has finally ventured down again.

Right now, he, who has been transfigured into a she, is staring at the notice that has been posted about the cure to the gender swapping mints and he looks determined to find someone. And, at this point, he doesn't even care if he'd have to kiss a random stranger because he really wants to be a man again and go home.

ff-ambassador.livejournal.com

[OOM: After Sallie Reynolds hears about Kaylee, Inara visits her on Shadow. Many things are discussed and viewed, including Mal's baby pictures]

pleasantskull.livejournal.com

There's currently a detective skeleton out in the grounds of Milliways, somewhere off near the lake, practising his skills of elements in an appreciated environment. Several small branches have been stuck in the soft ground, all at varying distances and heights, while Skulduggery stands some distance off, taking some time leaning from one side to the other and stepping back and forth to judge their positions.

After his strange observing dance is complete, he snaps two bony fingers and a ball of flame ignites cheerfully around them, hardly given time to light before it's being flung towards one of the the several branches with a deadly aim. Each stick is hit with accuracy, all within seconds of each other, and barely a moment later, all are burning gradually. Fortunately for the bushy twigs, a lazy hand wave has the fires put out and the whole process goes to be repeated again.

Just try not to step between the skeleton and his targets.

jedi-exile.livejournal.com

Kira's in the bar. Very pregnantly in the bar. She still can't see her feet (obviously) and right now one of the twins is kicking her kidney. And it's painful. Seriously.

Anyway, she's at the bar, sipping at a glass of water and scowling as she rubs her lower back. Blah.

velocitygirl

{OOM: Our conversations are like minefields, no one's found a safe way through one yet. Inyri has something she needs to tell Shalla. It doesn't go over well.

Millitimed to later this evening a bit.}

visible_sariel

Well, what do'ee know. It's a Sariel! It's a Sariel in the bar! That hasn't happened in a while.

Things on the ship are... things. The particle fountain--the haywire particle fountain, really--that they've been sent to examine is above and beyond her scientific ability, and she knows it. She'll leave it to Em and Sonya and Geordi; that's their domain, and Data's, and she'd just as soon keep her nose out of the details. And if certain recent events from Milliways itself are concerning her, at least she's not actively brooding.

She's in a booth--not a shadowy one, however--and is scanning what looks like a star chart with some interest. Studying? Maybe just reading for fun; this girl flies because she wants to. There's a mug of tea at her elbow that's giving off a rather strong scent of ginger along with it's steam, as well.

Come distract her before she inadvertently sends it crashing to the floor?

OOC: Sorry all, but I really need to call slowtime if that's alright? Super sleepy all of a sudden. I'll pick up all tags after I conk out for a few hours.

Current Mood: thoughtful

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

This is Ace.

This is Ace who is rather stressed.

Let's all consider that a stressed cat acts erratically.

So, an Ace, leaning on the Bar, looking innocent. A sure sign of trouble.

(OOC: This be a party thread of sneakiness. Sort of. In the way that a cream pie being thrown is a party unto itself. Yes, Food Fight Ahoy. Threadhopping and spreading to other threads very much encouraged. :D)

red-cg-insanity.livejournal.com

Hexadecimal found herself in Milliways. She had no idea how she had gotten there; she was just there. In a split second that she had of a seeming sanity she thought, "It worked and I survived."

She was excited, her mask turning to a smile with a wave of her clawed hand. She wanted to get back to Mainframe to see Bob, her love, her passion, her obsession. To tell him it worked and she had survived. She tried to poof out... and ended up back in the bar. She tried again, and found herself in the woods out back. Then in the bar again. Then by the lake..

Hex was concerned. Hex was angry. Hex was sad. Her face expressed these separate emotions with a pass of her hand. Anyone looking on would have been terrified. The concerned face was of true concern, but that of anger was full of jagged fangs, Her sad face was poutey and cute one tear drop by the corner of her eye.

Hex sat down. Hex stood up. Hex paced. Hex shook her head. Hex sat down again. All the while her face changing like the swinging of the pendulum that seemed not to be swinging at all but madly thrown about.

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

Jack is curled up in an armchair, hanging onto her tea like a comfort blanket and looking mildly upset.

Life couldn't just stay normal for five minutes, could it?

dragonofgrey.livejournal.com

(OOM: Millitimed to the 4th[because Draco's mun is lazy... >.>], Draco and Mia spend their last day together (before she returns to paperwork and him to canon doom) where else? Like the fortune cookie addition, it's spent in bed. With comfort, fun, and room service. Rated M for morning delights)

cheevy.livejournal.com

Miniver is male again (clearly) and back in the bar. He's found a fairly secluded spot -- just off to the side where people aren't likely to be wending their way around his table or anything -- and is there with a pot of tea and a quill pen and a bunch of papers, trying (for the first time in a good while) to write. He hasn't done MUCH, but it's something.

He doesn't look like he's productive enough to warrent avoiding. Interrptions welcome.

songofbullets.livejournal.com

El walks into the bar, and wearing all black, hair curving around his face, he looks like he should be silent, but he's not. His chains make musical jangles and his boots make firm sounds on the floor. With every step, he makes the sound of I'm here.

Settling down at the table, he waits for something.

smallestopener

Millitimed to.. oh, let's say a couple of weeks ago: Puck makes Ingress all better.

lady-detective.livejournal.com

[OOC: Millitimed to about two weeks ago. Yes, I know, I am horribly late. ]

I always check for the Front Door when I come downstairs in the morning, and by now I don't expect it to be there. So it comes as something of a shock when I discover that it's come back.

Well, now that I can get home, there are two important things I must do first: one, I must put on the same clothes I had when I first arrived, and two, I must let my friends here know where I have gone. It would be rude of me to leave them without so much as a note. I've had that done to me often enough (thank you, Simon) that I should know.

( To that end, I leave the following message with the Bar, with instructions to pass it on to Kirk, Sarah Jane, and anyone else who might ask about me. )

Of course, if I see anyone I know before I leave, I would much rather say my goodbyes in person.

betty_roberts

She had more or less convinced herself she'd dreamed this place. The writers' room had gone on being the writers' room, they'd all weathered Hilary's rivalry with Grace Cavendish, and while Betty has no idea what happened to upset Mr. Winthrop, it seems to have blown over too.
Which is good, because she's got more than enough to do right now, building up for the big debut of Lord Branley on The Hands of Time.

So clearly, the whole notion that there was some kind of mystical bar in her office was just a fevered dream from too much work and not enough sleep.

Except . . .

Except here it is again.

Betty Roberts stands near the door, clutching a script and not quite sure what to do.

guppy_sandhu

[oom: Preparations]

Guppy is sitting by the infirmary, going through a pile of papers.

He's up against Stitch in court in just over a week, and he's not looking forward to it.

stuck-mynock.livejournal.com

[OOM: Spit-drinks - Not a minty fresh taste sensation.]

Atton's sitting at a booth in the bar, cheerfully male, with a grin stretching from ear to ear and an array of bottles, some pink, some blue, with varying labels. There's a cluster of shot glasses in the middle of the table and a sign.

Cure for gender swap! Two options.

Low Strength Cure: 20% percent success rate! 250 credits for one glass, 2500 credits for one bottle. If your first glass of cure doesn't work, the second glass is half price.

Super Strength Cure: 95% percent success rate. 1500 credits for one glass. 9999 credits for one bottle.

The low strength cure is just water, and the success rate is actually pretty much zero. But he's not exactly going to say that on the sign, is he?

angsty-spider.livejournal.com

Peter was happy to find himself in Milliways again. Get away from the crazy back to the crazy, but less stressful…. Whatever.

He sat down to his soda and burger. He loved bar, she was cool, she always seemed to know what he wanted( it was almost always the same burger and fries that he ordered no big thing) and she always helped him out when he asked, sometimes.

He leaned back in his chair sipping the soda unaware that he stank to high heaven from running around all day in his costume and the cloths he wore over it. Spandex, BO, and boy stink.

He was thinking about Ravin and wondering how he was gonna break the news he was with Kitty now. Then he was not thinking about that and thinking about her in a corset….

stubborn-annie.livejournal.com

The pastries on this table have NOT been touched in any way by mad science.
No magic was involved in their creation.
Beyond coming to Milliways from England, no magic has touched them at all, to my knowledge.
They are fruit tarts, plain and simple; a list of ingredients is available upon request.
This is an experimental recipe to be used in a commercial bakery in England. I would appreciate your feedback on the taste, texture, etc.
If you suffer any unusual side effects or peculiar events after eating them, please let me know, so that I can track down the one responsible.
Thank you.

Annie Wells has a tray of berry tarts and a rather large sign at her table tonight.