milliways_bar | Aug. 10th, 2007

Aug. 10th, 2007

August 9; it's River's birthday. Nine days into the new year, by the calendar of her 'verse. It's 2521, and she's twenty-one years old. She got a few presents, but mostly no one's in the mood to remember dates, or to celebrate. She's not, either.

But she's in the bar -- or, rather, outside it, sitting on a wide rock near the edge of the lake and watching the sun set into rich purple clouds. It's too warm for a jacket, really, but in the cooler air of twilight it's apparently comfortable enough to wear her long brown duster; she's toying with the hem, slowly and absently.

waylostandfound.livejournal.com

Good news, he wasn't Bound.

Bad news... or breaking news. Two days.

The election was in two days now.

(Which meant the other... was three days.)

Getting down to the wire now, and inevitability was crashing over him.

watching_you

[OOM: Maaagically Millitimed to some point when this makes sense: In the cells, Veronica gets a visit from Behrooz. Their conversation goes well, considering the context.]

callitavesper.livejournal.com

[ In flat 007: James thinks, sleeps, and wakes to a surprise. Warning for violent content. ]

notjustnarrator.livejournal.com

[OOM: Nick gets a very special delivery.

Millitimed to last week-ish!]

hatchingviper.livejournal.com

Four days ago, he made a mistake. Since then, he's been in his room, praticing being more careful.

However, there's only so long someone who sees time as he does can stay in one room, and so Deitmar came downstairs in the evening, still pretty shaky on his feet--he wants to move faster than his nerves can process--but much more careful.

He sinks down by the fire at one point to let a trio of tipsy people past, since he doesn't want to risk their bumping into him. And, fifteen minutes later, he's lying there on his stomach, just watching the flames. To all appearances, he's at peace, completely oblivious to the bar behind him.

This is because, appropriately enough, he is completely oblivious to the rest of the bar. Please don't startle him too much. He'd be sad if he were to launch himself forward.

You could throw another log on the fire, though.

steelartisan

[OOM: On Serenity, there are reactions.

And there are delayed reactions.

Warnings for discussion of the topics of miscarriage and difficulty with conception.]

benloserz.livejournal.com

There is a girl outside, sitting under a tree, scowling at the grass. Well, it is not the grass' fault, just Ben is bummed at the idea of being a girl, and still blissfully unaware of why it happen, and how to change back.

And even unaware that there is a rather simple way.

Simple, not easy.

So, scowling.

benloserz.livejournal.com

A small note is posted on the notice board:

"Teenager, male, shapeshifted by mint into a female, seeking female who was shapeshifted into a male by the same means, for recovery of true gender. Can not offer any kind of material compensation. Look for the girl in a pink shirt, near this board."

And girl!Ben is sitting, looking at the table; he does not expect it to work, really, but is too much a fatalist right now to try to avoid whatever twist of fate is in his future.

Oh well, not like she has anything better to do than wait and brood.

there-is-a-me.livejournal.com

Spoon is settled in at a table, polishing weaponry. He's also got a tumble of puppies having a discussion over possession of a squeaky ball. Not because there is only one squeaky ball, but because Stepan and Josip decided they wanted Raisa's ball, and Snowflake is giving commentary over the whole matter. Life could be worse. It will be, soon, but right now it's not bad.

sime-channel.livejournal.com

Suzi is knitting in her favorite chair, off by the fire. She's got her own security badge visible. If that's not a strange and funny thing to add to her usual magpie-threw-up wardrobe the narration isn't exactly sure what is. Although to be fair, for Suzi she's dressed conservatively in a neon pink shirt, black cargo-pants, and red heels.

No trace of last night's food fight remains in her hair. That took some doing.

twistedhealer.livejournal.com

She has not come down, this woman known as Anath Dorje, since she had failed to save the life of the young man who had gotten her, however briefly, out of this place. There is anger, yes, and also a grim determination to be certain that she failed in only the one way.

She can not, however, read any of the papers that she acquired. That would require being able to read English. It has not been her month, really, and there is a faint tightness around her eyes as she watches the Window.

alorn-bear.livejournal.com

Belar has a table by the fire and a specially reinforced chair that's rigged up to keep him from falling over backwards despite having both feet up on the table as he leans wayyyyy too far back to be really healthy. Why? BECAUSE HE CAN. Some days it does not take much to amuse the Bear God, and this is one of them.

The sign on his table says:

ANSWERING PRAYERS
BACK IN 15 MINUTES
WILL START SECURITY SHIFT THEN

And the time on the sign decrements every ten seconds or so.

milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com

People in the government are capable of putting two and two together and coming up with four once in a while. They've found the island, and the plans are in place to deal with what's there. Soon- very soon...

-well, very soon is going to have to wait just a bit, because right now Harry Wells is busy. He's claimed one of the tables, and he's filling up the reservoirs on a number of odd-looking pipe constructions. Viewed from the right angle, they look almost like rifles, albeit hooked up to reservoirs and mounted with pump handles here and there. The stuff he's filling them with is a liquid of a deep, clear, ruby colour.

Best to be prepared, that's how he sees it.

ltmuldoon.livejournal.com

[OOM In war it is always the innocents who suffer. Otherwise known as Spoon helps Muldoon out with a little chain of command issue. Rated M for Mater and D for D'aww an NPC death! Millitimed to eons ago]

immortalthief

She looks different today, or more to the point she looks a bit more like her older self. She is wearing blue jeans and a red silk top that she got from bar in preparation for her trip to the 21st century. Since Ryu is a girl at the moment however that means that the trip is postponed until that status has been changed. So for the moment Amanda sits in the bar drinking some tea and eating a croissant. Life doesn't get any better then this for the peasant.

velocitygirl

{OOM: Shalla finds herself a good time and Inyri finds herself wishing Shalla hadn't.

Millitimed to later today.}

ahogarse.livejournal.com

Santi has a lot of spare time on his hands. And a lot of thinking to do.

So, things work out!

Right now, he's standing at the edge of the trees, watching nothing in particular.

no-sin-but.livejournal.com

[OoM: After this, there is the morning after. Involves discussion of Pavlov, glasses, Dracula and vampires and ends with, well, a fade to black.]

will_scarlett

Will's in a good mood, when he hasn't been with Molly, he's been doing his normal routine of staff, and bow work and is currently taking the moment while she's elsewhere to work on his reading.

The book is another one about physics and medieval weapons and he's reading and sketching a map of a path in Sherwood, thinking about possible ambushes for when the tax leaves Nottingham.

Also he has a pot of tea and some wedges, he's working his way through as he thinks and wishes they had more men and time.

undignified

Wes is rather pleased today. His hair is less obnoxious (tinted green, with reddish streaks), he's got a girlfriend, and ... that's it, but it's more than enough to be pleased about.

Okay, his door's still not there, but it's never a good idea to dwell on details.

Specials
Laser Beam
Crazy Maker
Vanilla Coke

He is attentive! He will actually serve you without having to be poked!

How about that.

gorgonfondness

[OOM: Nash has a thoughtful start to his reign as Premier Pro Tempore of Vane, though hardly any of that thought is going to his new duties.]

heads-you-live.livejournal.com

Domino wandered downstairs, bedhead, PJs and all.

She was also, and this is the important part, grinning.

She wove her way across the bar, she'd lost the ro-sham-bo over who was going to go downstairs and get snacks. She didn't mind so much, really.

talkstohats

[Pre-Milliways: In which there is a civilized discussion of methodology.]

The door to Milliways slams open, revealing a man in a cloak with a bright red beard looking furious and unhappy.

The man stomps over to a table and pulls down the hood of his cloak, which abruptly transforms her into a young woman with ginger hair. She still looks furious and unhappy.

Sophie had been planning to stomp around Kingsbury or Porthaven for a while - hence the disguise cloak - but she'd turned the knob too hard; the door opened on Milliways instead. It's as good a place to sit and brood and sulk out of the castle as any other, though, when it comes down to it.

She orders a black tea, and tells the waitrat to make it strong.

uksupercop.livejournal.com

As a general rule, being chased down by determined police officers tends to be a deterrent to would-be thieves. Unfortunately, the ones in Sandford are either very stubborn or very thick, which is why Nicholas Angel is in the middle of his third foot chase of the week as he sprints through the door. There's a slightly undignified stumble as the terrain under his feet changes from concrete pavement to wood floor, and he eventually skids to a halt.

"Bloody shoplifters."

[ooc: all threads slowtimed as of 10:30PM Pacific Time]

Current Mood: annoyed

the-h-star-r.livejournal.com

Homestar Runner has finally come out of the closet.

This one, to be precise.

He's sitting in a booth, having a serious conversation with ~~Cardboard~~Marzipan.

"So who was that other fella I saws ya with?"

"It was only Homestar, Homestar," she replies.

"That's a likely story!" he says completely aloud. "If I wanted a story, I woulda gone to Fairyland!"

"Are you jealous of Homestar?"

"What?! No! 'Course not!"

Anyone want to try and help the, um, couple?

ana-pascal.livejournal.com

Randomly scratching his chin.

The door's within sight and touch. But it's locked. Somehow. This is a problem.

Another one is this: if he doesn't turn back into a she soon, he is going to need a shave. And she has no intention of bringing a razor near her neck. No.

The legs are hard enough, thank you.

Current Mood: exhausted
Current Music: R.E.M: Strange

guppy_sandhu

"Um, guys, stop that... okay, I get the joke, very funny now let's not let the joke get old..."

There is the sound of drunken laughter, then Guppy escapes into the bar, shutting the door quickly behind him.

He then attempts to remove the pink frilly bra that the men decided would look good over his shirt.

"Morons, I look a right dork." he mutters, trying to drag it off without much success. "Oh come on, how hard can it be to get a bra off from the inside..."

Sooner or later he'll work out it's been glued. For now, he just struggles with it in increasing embarrassment.

young_womble

There's a Womble in the bar.

He moves from one chair to the next until he gets to the back door. Then he gets a papier mache covered straw with wire inside, reaches up and hooks the wire over the door handle. Then he pulls down on the other end of the wire until the handle is down.

He then holds it as hard as he can and tries to shove the door open. But he just isn't heavy enough, and eventually the wire pings off the handle.

"Botherations." he says quietly to himself, getting the loop back over and trying again. "Open...you...silly...door..."

iwenttomissouri.livejournal.com

Missouri hasn't been to the bar in a while. But she's here tonight, and she's found the couch.

Ooh, that couch is comfortable.

And the nachos are good.

prydeful

[OOM: Millitimed to July 29th, because the muns are slow; Kate and Piotr talk alone. About many things. Kissing may be involved as well.]

an_evening_star

[OOM: (In honor of movie day!) In which there are important lessons learned about hitchhiking, slightly deviant attractions toward sarcastic men, and further unfortunate (though slightly less unfortunate than the last time) encounters of the witchy kind.

And later on, Yvaine says a lot of things that she means, a lot of things that she feels, and a lot of things that she really would have preferred not to say at all. It's mostly fortunate that certain other parties aren't in the habit of answering.]

conglomerelda

There is a delighted griffin stretched out in front of the fire place, tail lashing occasionally. She hasn't spoken to any security members yet, so she isn't officially on duty.

But Elda is watching the bar carefully anyway, half her usual bright-eyed interested, and half trying to think of it all in a new way.

gonna_live

[Today Simon came into Milliways. Peter goes back with him.

And after that, Kaylee has some thinking to do. Kind of. In a way.]

[Warnings for discussion of pregnancy-related problems and potentially-triggering emotional trauma.]