milliways_bar | Aug. 14th, 2007

Aug. 14th, 2007

tall-dark-and.livejournal.com

Riku's sitting in the bar, at a table. He's got a deck of cards in front of him, layed out in a really bad game of solitaire. He has no idea why the heck he's attempting solitaire. All he knows is that he hates it, and that he's losing real bad. But he has just the solution for the job!

A marker.

Not so subtly, he pulls it out, and starts changing the markings on the cards. Now it's an easy win.

alorn-bear.livejournal.com

Belar did a quick sweep of the mountains and most of the grounds outside today; it's easier to do that kind of thing when you can take the shape of a gyrfalcon at will. As far as he could tell there was nothing unusual out there except a couple of statues he didn't remember. Angels, if he remembers his Terran mythology right. Eh, well, whatever, it beats demon rabbits.

He's in the Bar now, with his usual sign up:

ANSWERING PRAYERS
BACK IN 15 MINUTES

I'M ON SECURITY DUTY AFTER THAT, IF YOU NEED IT

The sign decrements down towards zero about every ten seconds.

hippodamio

Some things are more easily explained than others, and some cannot be explained at all. There are no books in Troy; the writing that Hektor's people possess is a thing for clerks, for temporary, brief messages. If one wants to learn a thing, one must first find a teacher willing to convey that thing. That is how it is, how it has always been.

But the grey volume that the goddess gave him when last she called him here is too fascinating to pass up, and so after coming to the Bar and laying his offering down (wine once again; the goddess has yet to object to that), the young prince of Troy takes up his book and settles in by the fire to struggle his way through it. It will never cease to amaze him, that there could be so many words in one place.

immortalthief

Amanda is out by the lake. She has been up in her room staring at the swim suit that Bar provided her pondering if she was actually going to wear so little in public but if she wants to learn to swim then this is what she will have to do apparently.

So the woman stands ini front of the lake wrapped in a towel with nothing but her bikini underneath watching the water with a little fear and apprehension.

gone_byebye

Ray took one look at the hotel that the city was putting them up at in Chicago and informed his fellow Ghostbusters that he had some research work to do. This is generally accepted code in his Firehouse for 'I'm going to Milliways to get my sleep in, and probably some research too, so I'll be back in about fifteen seconds entirely too well-rested for anyone else's mental health'.

He loves him some time dilation, yes he does. He's over by the Window with a copy of Weird Chicago and his Stay-puft Marshmallow Man slippers, since he only just woke up here a little while ago.

a1enzo

The Door flies open with a bang, and a crow of joy echoes across the room as a little green boy bursts into the bar and proceeds to turn cartwheels between the tables.

Something's certainly got Enzo happy.

Current Mood: overjoyed

mendanddefend_archive

[pre-Milliways: Perspectival shifts.]

Here's a face that hasn't been seen in the Bar for quite some time.

Said face has changed a bit since its owner last entered Milliways. The silver scales on his face and neck are gone, for one thing. His hair is different, too--it's a dark matte gray, almost black. Most noticeable, though, is the way he moves. He's walking slowly and carefully--as though the floor might drop out from under him at any moment--and looking around the with a kind of wide-eyed wonder usually only seen in new patrons.

After all, half of him is seeing the place for the first time.

Current Mood: uneasy

orgmemberxiii.livejournal.com

Living for the past few months in Milliways has been an odd experience for Roxas, to say the least. While he's slowly being desensitized to the more common visitors, there's always things or people to throw him for a loop and make his mind boggle. Added on to that is the fact that he has to deal with missing family and friends, being unsure if or when he'll return home (or if he has a home to return to) and being surrounded, as long as he is here, by strangers for almost the entire day.

Including breakfast.

Having stumbled downstairs, still groggy and in his pajamas (gray boxer shorts and a white and gray t-shirt), Roxas makes for the bar at once, a bowl of cereal just about the only thing on his mind. Sadly, he makes the fatal error of not watching his step, something which he pays for dearly. He trips over something (a person, a chair, he's not sure which and doesn't really care) and hits the ground hard enough to wake him up rather abruptly.

It looks like cereal is, for the moment, going to have to be pushed to the back of his mind while he tries to figure out which part of him hurts the most.

kurosakiboy.livejournal.com

You know what Ichigo hasn't gotten to do in a very long time?

Listen to music.

Anybody want to guess what the headphones are for?

~~I never do minimalist posts, don't give me that look.~~

jonathanparagon.livejournal.com

A month ago: Jonathan told Andrew about a certain offer from Carlos Ramirez.

He's been meaning to come back and find Carlos, since then. But a combination of the door being capricious, Jonathan being kept busy at home, and not seeing Carlos the few times he did make it into the bar, have meant it didn't happen.

He looks harassed now as he hurries into the bar and looks around. Apologetic will follow when Carlos finds him or vice versa.

[ooc: intended for a purpose, but not plotlocked! tag away if you want. :)]

try_corsets

[OOM: Somewhere in the Pacific, Mal Reynolds sees to it that Elizabeth is prepared for battle. Very, very prepared.]

sime-channel.livejournal.com

Suzi enters, takes stock of what she's got on her, and then heads for a nice and visible place to settle down. She does have a badge, even if she's the counselor rather than a regular Security person, and she has it on clearly visible.

She's also got her knitting, and is working on the sweater for Richard (black), socks for Carlos (orange and blue, so far), and a little knitted toy alpaca. The last will go to the hospital come December. Thanks to the genetics of Sime, she's got all three going at once. Upper inner tentacles, lower inner tentacles, and hands.

cheevy.livejournal.com

Miniver Cheevy and a small copper-and-bluegrey kestrel are in the bar. Miniver is sitting on a table, the bird is sitting on his left hand savaging a piece of raw meat. Miniver has a wooden staff lying on the table in front of him, and is apparently using a white wand to burn letters into it. It's taking rather a long time, because this is a new spell, but it's good practice, so he keeps at it. He has not yet set the staff on fire, which is a real accomplishment, but he's got a pot of tea just in case that should happen.

Come say hello and he might explain exactly what the hell he's doing.

wizard_dresden

So, behind the bar I am and ready to go.

Specials
Mac's Ale

Order up...

bugsandslime

[OOC: With the Bancroft case closed, Booth and Hodgins have a guy-like talk and things are cool between squint and fed once more.]

obligatoryass

After this.

Logan surveys the empty space. It's...spacious. Very spacious, really.

Anita wasn't joking about the luxury part of the Sea Pines Luxury Apartments complex. Garden tub, big back porch and fireplace. Very nice. Only two bedrooms, but, well, he can live with that. Maybe not with Dick, but Logan's sure he can make out quite nicely on his own. Two bathrooms, though, so either way, it's fine.

He sighs, opens the door to the balcony. He'll probably have to let Dick live there. It's not like Dick can look after himself, anyway. Married in Vegas.

Logan conveniently forgets the times Dick looked after him (badly, and with no tact) when he was mooning over Veronica.

He opens the door, and finds himself elsewhere.

Oh well. It's not like he had any food in his apartment anyway.

mistressmaryquitecontrary

Mary Lennox is sitting at a table in the bar, dourly attempting to repair the elastic on her slingshot.

She's been using it a lot recently - not on anything in particular. Just as a sort of way to relieve her feelings on, well, the world in general right now. It seems remarkably unfair that just now is the time it chooses to snap. (Whether that might be linked to the unusual usage is not something that Mary cares to consider.)

Mary is not a patient sort of girl.

argyle_princess

Hannah is, in theory, studying for her history final.

Astute observers may have noticed, however, that she's neither turned a page nor taken any notes in a good twenty minutes. She's just fidgeting with the pen and staring at the book.

guppy_sandhu

The advantage of Guppy's new job is that it's in an entirely different catchment area of the city.

The disadvantage of this is that rather than a two minute walk to work, he now has to trek all the way over the other side of town. And so, he came to the logical solution of getting a bicycle.

He is on said bicycle as he enters the bar, mid swerve, looking behind...

"For goodness sakes, put that dog on a lead..." he looks forward to notice that he isn't on the pavement any more in time to collide with a booth. "Woahshit!"

He goes flying over the table and lands the other side, miraculously not knocking anything off and sliding on his belly.

"Well that was an elegant landing." he mutters, getting up and adjusting his helmet. He goes around to check on his bicycle.

there-is-a-me.livejournal.com

((The night everyone else came back from the Silvery Cybermen outing, Spoon and Christine had one last errand to run before coming back. Wherein Spoon proves weirdly cold and Christine offers Predator affection over the shards of a broken trophy.))

Spoon is back in the bar, finally, with a pack of fags and absolutely no weaponry at all. Dogs, yes, but no weapons. The dogs do not count as weapons, in the slightest. Right now they count mostly as a large, fuzzy, footwarmer. The four puppies are rolled up into a single mass that begins with a bottom layer of balled Ovcharka twins and ends with Josip half-draped over Snowflake.

The blue of the air is smoke, not cussing. Spoon is reading something fluffy and light. For values of fluffy and light that involve Shakespeare's sonnets.

talkstohats

[OOM: In which there is yet another proposal of marriage.]

his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com

[OOM: Sarah confronts her mistakes back in the American west.]

velocitygirl

[OOM: Outside, Inyri and Shalla have a confrontation. There are lots of tears afterward, and there is a friendship forged, but who knows what that really means.

Warnings for slight violence.]

blueeyedjohnny.livejournal.com

[oom: Lost trust.]

Johnny slipped quietly into the bar a little while ago.

He's sitting in one corner, carefully putting some ice onto a large swollen gash below his eye.

adamantiumloner

There's only so long that Logan can tolerate being in a crowded room with strange people, even when there's beer, so tonight he's out back hanging around the lake.

The air is cool out and fresh. Not too far away is the woods and while they call to him he ignores it for now. For the time being he's content to just sit and look out over the water. It won't be long until he's done here and heads back through the door to start a laundry list of unpleasant things so he's trying to relax while he can.

gonna_live

[OOM: Physician, heal thyself.]

The bottle is made of brown glass. The label reads SWEETWATER 420 EXTRA PALE ALE.

Alone at the bar, Kaylee regards it, unsmiling, suspicious, slope-shouldered, weary.

After a moment, she picks it up, and partakes.

Nothing happens, and she drinks again.