milliways_bar | Aug. 19th, 2007

Aug. 19th, 2007

A very large tire is rolling from the back door to the woods. Like, really big. No, bigger than that. Difficulty was had in getting it through the door.

From the right angle, one might be able to see the little boy pushing it, but no guarantees.

Current Mood: eager

cheevy.livejournal.com

[OOM: Earlier today, Miniver and Mia had a sparring lesson. Miniver does not get his ass kicked. Hooray!]

no-sin-but.livejournal.com

In some form of when and where, there is a Marlowe at the Bar.

And that Marlowe, in some shape or form of when, is drinking. Not from despair, not to make his own thoughts stop spelling out his damnation, oh no.

He is drinking because Darren Nichols is an utter idiot, and Marlowe is going to kill him.

Seeing as he can't actually kill anyway, really, he figures that drinking is something better to do with his time.

[ooc: and I love you all, but some time soon I need to vanish. I'll pick threads up tomorrow!]

works-in-space.livejournal.com

On the other side of the door, the Enterprise is in orbit about Betazed, a jewel of a world that gleams green and blue on the dayside and that is not very lit up on the nightside. It has been some time since Jim has seen a world where night looks like night. He likes it.

So he enters the bar with a grin. Even if he isn't looking forward to his mission.

[ooc: in and out all day, so slowtime is coming!]

snotface-lizzie.livejournal.com

A small girl sits on the floor with a box of crayons and a piece of paper, across the paper is some kind of ancient looking scripture that the little girl thinks is english. She sniffs, rubbing her nose on her sleeve as people walk past her.

Lonely.

Once upon a time- as it always goes in those fairy tales that end happily- she had a friend all the time, a friend called Fred, Drop Dead Fred. But maybe the use of once upon a time was a bad idea, as it hadn't ended happily, he was gone, all because of her mom.

And daddy too, daddy left too because of mommy. maybe this letter will bring back Fred though- maybe we can play games again and make vodka and pants pie.

The little girl folds the paper up and pushes it deep into her pocket, she looks around aimlessly and picks up a small carton of OJ, perhaps someone in here will play games with me, like Fred used to?

Current Mood: lonely
Current Music: Lost and Found- Feeder

do-you-fear-me.livejournal.com

[OOM: Draco heads home for Christmas holidays, and Rodolphus does all he can to make this as not!fun as possible by dragging Draco along on a mission of Rod's own design.

DH spoilers apply here.]

Current Mood: enraged

hktimes47.livejournal.com

A hulking, rust-colored droid is in a corner of the bar, secluded. He jerks his head about in his usually fashion, monitoring the area, while eavesdropping on all the conversations going on through out the entire bar.

His ion rifle hangs from his back, not easily seen by any passer-bys, but ready to be unslung in a second.

literallyrotten.livejournal.com

After dropping a note at the bar, Darren makes his way over to a corner booth with the bottle of whiskey from the bartender.

Yeah, he'll share.

there-is-a-me.livejournal.com

Spoon (no, as far as he can tell Coop isn't here right now) is settled down with a map of Wales and a current directory of the area. He's marking down cliffs and sheep farms. This is stage one of his "Go find, and eat, demon sheep" plan. The puppies are playing tug-of-war, Stepan and Josip versus Raisa and Snowflake.

verse-libre.livejournal.com

There is a typewriter on the bar.

There is a piece of paper in the typewriter.

And there is a cockroach on the typewriter, throwing himself with great force onto the keys, one at a time.

Should you read what he's typing, it says:

well boss i seem to have been taken from the newspaper office and while the place has much better food than stale paste there s still a proliferate of rats tho mostly they re friendly i have missed the taste of beer since the county went dry so i might persuade someone to buy me a drink no sign of mehitabel yet hope to get back soon boss archy

When he finishes his missive he rests on the bar top, panting.

ratatouiller.livejournal.com

There is a rat in the bar, one who looks like one of those detestable 'Kill it!' sort of rats but isn't, really. He is actually a Parisian haute cuisine rat who happens to work at a restaurant called Gusteau's.

Today is his day off, so he's spending it in the bar. It's a lucky thing to find it sometimes.

He is situated in his usual spot, having a miniature rat-sized crêpe, complete with tiny fork and knife and is quite botherable, as long as you don't scare him.

shadowsfound.livejournal.com

[OOM pre-Milliways:Kevin on his own]

The Door sounds as if it's being hit from the other side. It sticks. There's annoyed muttering audible, if you're close enough; a young man's voice, tinged with a Georgian accent.

He'll get it open in a few minutes, but anyone want to help a guy out?

((please read this post before tags.
If your pup wants to have some fun with Kevin and the 'door performance issues' he's having, too, go ahead!))

supaahiro

When he comes in from outside, the door is there.

"Che," he breathes again, but this time, he doesn't linger. There is something to be done on the other side, more work to be --

To be something.

Hiro asks for paper at the Bar, and he folds again. Again, for Kaylee; he places a lotus, perhaps the most complex fold he's done in some time. A note is added. The Lotus always blossoms twice. "Give her my love," he says, and Bar obliges, swallowing note and paper flower both.

Rebirth is hard, he doesn't add. But when one is trying to midwife the future to a brighter tomorrow, well. You don't expect it to be a quick labor.

He strides for the door a moment later, with renewed purpose.

dragonofgrey.livejournal.com

(OOM: Back home, where matters concerning wands is cleared up somewhat. As usual, WARNING Deathly Hallows spoilers)

Draco was expecting the door to lead out to the hallway of the Manor. Some of the opulence of his bedroom at home could be seen in the background. He blinked in surprise, and quickly walked in, shutting the door behind. He then collapsed into a seat nearby to collect himself. Drew in a shuddering breath, trying to calm down.

"Thank the Merlin..." He'll go find Mia in a moment, but right now... he needed a moment to himself.

queenofmay

Marian's been sparse lately except where she was required to be.

Except that part about taking a security job? It's about being there.

Having come inside after a long ride and a rinse, wearing her shiny security badge, Marian's settled into a chair at one of the freestanding tables.

There's a tea set with some flavor of red fruit biscuit laid out before her, but she's presently distracted by a piece of paper in her hand. If you get closer it looks like a list, and if you're really close it might look like the kind of list someone who's moving is making.

She'd love company.

call-me-kick.livejournal.com

So there is a little girl outside by the lake, playing fetch with a little wolfpup.

... and it's as simple as that, really!

stuck-mynock.livejournal.com

This bartending shift comes without Specials, as such.

Atton at least hasn't put anything on the Specials board - He's standing behind the Bar looking mildly angry with the world in general, tapping his fingers irritably on the bartop and glaring off into the space. But, there is a message on the Special's board, in handwriting that definitely isn't Atton.s

Make the bartender laugh and have all drinks for the rest of the night put on his tab.

P.S: Don't tell him about this offer.

Atton is blissfully unaware of it.

jedi-bastila.livejournal.com

[OOM pre-Milliways: Bastila on Dantooine]

Bastila knew only one cure for both headache and moody temper: meditation. After this long and – she wouldn’t admit to it but, really, who was she kidding? – boring Council meeting, though, she was in dire need for her self-medication of choice. She rubbed her temple as she headed down to the meditation room. ‘I hope it’s empty,’ she thought as she pushed its door, preferring solo meditation over group ones.

First, it was the noise that stopped her in her tracks. Who could meditate in such a raucous? She blinked as she took in what was standing in front of her. This was not Dantooine’s Jedi Enclave’s meditation room! It looked like some sort of cantina… but not one she’d ever seen before.

“Where the kriff am I?” she said in a low voice, asking herself more than anyone else around her.

thiefprinceremy.livejournal.com

Remy'd been around. Really he had.

Okay, so he'd gone home for a while just to sell some of his share of the stuff from Candra's vaults and store the rest for later.

But he was back now!

Look! In a booth and everything!

taoist-gb.livejournal.com

((See here.))

It isn't easy to have the apprentices that Master Kau has. If one of them isn't playing jokes the other one is making social blunders that embarrass him in front of clients and potential clients. The fact that they also chased his guest off two days early did not in the slightest help his mood.

The door to the temple opening to a bar did manage to change the annoyance to complete confusion, for what that's worth.

hopeitsworthit

Dean's hands are a little greasy when he comes in today. Most of the rest of him was probably pretty bad off, too, judging by the filthy rag tucked into his back pocket.

Working on the Impala does that to a Winchester.

He looks pretty damn pleased with himself, though, which means things are going well.

The good beer's coming out tonight, hell yeah.

Bar pops up one that's even better than what he asked for, and since he has the money, he grins, pops the top off, and slides into a nearby booth.

Oh yeah. This is the life, baby.

Well, at least until the next supernatural freakshow pops up.

What can you do?

command_dot_com

Green sprite at the fireplace.

Cup of hot BLACKBERRY-flavored java, and reading a book of Tennyson poetry.

Relaxed minimalizm, it won't last long.

mitt-mittson.livejournal.com

When Mitt wanders into the bar tonight, he meant to head out of his front door and play in the dikes. Instead he stops, and stares at the legs of the people around him. He's still short, being not much over three.

After a moment, though, he laughs the happy, cackling laugh of a delighted toddler and starts to explore. He was too busy last time to find the really interesting corners of this place.

(OOC: School starts tomorrow so I can't guarantee being around for more than two hours. Slowtiming is fine by me, though! =D)

princeinexile

[OOM: Zuko takes Azula into Harrogate. They watch the wrong movie, and experience a little of another world. Nobody dies, surprisingly enough.

Militimed to July 30th! @.@]

gonna_live

[Kaylee doesn't want to get good at this. Hiro takes it in stride.]

[Warning for continuation of potentially-triggering emotional topics.]

awesome_lilly

[OOM: Gossip. Fish. Childhood Trauma. Cosmos! The Goodfellow-Kanes are ready for suburbia.]

princeinexile

"Annie, we're--"

Not in Yorkshire anymore.

Zuko, in jeans and a t-shirt, and a similiarly dressed Azula stand in the doorway. Zuko shrugs, and lets his sister past before he lets the door fall shut behind him. Well, okay. They're back from their jaunt now.

"Guess the field trip is over," he says, and slides a hand through his hair, pushing it's increasingly long strands out of his face.

[Two pups, two muns, might want to hop into chat to coordinate. Specify who you tag, or you get both of us.]

milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com

Wells already has a reputation among the Slayers-in-training as being one tough old bastard. The fact that he only seems to be getting faster and meaner now that he's down by one eye only adds to that.

He hasn't told them how much of a headache compensating for the missing depth perception gives him, or how much it FUCKING WELL ITCHES under the patch and the bandages.

He's just in Milliways with a Ludo board set up for Uckers, and a moderately hopeful expression. You need four players for this, but he'll settle for just one- if nothing else he can at least teach someone new the game.

missginnytonic.livejournal.com

Ginny almost runs in to the bar she can't take it anymore. she needs to get away from her house. She moves walking in sitting at a table waiting for some one to come by so she can order.

precocioustilda.livejournal.com

Matilda is seated at the bar, reading a book and munching from a picnic basket full of chocolate chip cookies. The book she appears to find hilarious in the extreme, and the cookies delicious. Between giggles and cookie-munchings she is most certainly available for conversation.

soapcarvedhands.livejournal.com

He's tall, and blond, and sorta at your disposal.

Iiiiiiiiit's Harding!

[OOC: I am a little bit busy. Feel free to say hello if you want, though! I shall be here to respond.]

puckishly.livejournal.com

All things considered, Puck's having a phenomenal sort of evening. He has not crossed paths with Satan all day-- which, while in and of itself far from conclusive, shows promise-- Aria and Adrian were perfectly delightful (and refreshingly nonverbal) company through the afternoon hours, and for his supper he had macaroni and cheese.

There's not a lot more one can ask of a day, really.

At the moment he's outside, sitting on a large rock by the lake. His feet are bare, his sleeves are rolled to his elbows, and he might even be humming.

It's possible he wouldn't mind company.

feminine-menace.livejournal.com

YT's been bound here for six months. Hiro's been in for five. They've both been un-Bound for a few days - since finishing up in Mainframe, that is - but with Bob being at deletion's door and all, they felt obligated to stick around and make sure he was okay. And now he is. Pretty much. Except for some funny side effects.

The pair have agreed that it's time to head home: they've settled their accounts with Bar and given her whatever stuff they got during their time here (as taking things from Milliways to the Metaverse might not be such a hot idea).

Now all they have left to do is say their goodbyes.

[OOC: Yes, the Snow Crash pups are leaving Milliways. If you want to bid them farewell, tag here. Both muns are standing by.]

action-antihero.livejournal.com

Jack's in the bar after a run, a pile of paperwork scattered over the table in front of him. Printouts of bank transactions, credit card bills, pay statements, account balances; he's trying to put together an idea of how much he and Chris have, or better yet, how much they can afford when it comes to putting their lives back together. It's an incomplete picture at best, however, as most of their records were lost; everything he has is what he's been able to get from their bank's website. When they sit down to talk about what they want to do, at least this will give himself and Chris an idea of what they have to work with, though.

Right now the numbers seem to be moving in front of his eyes and he's getting about three different totals for the same equations. All of it isn't making his headache any better. Come along and distract him?

madroxmadrox.livejournal.com

Jamie wanders into the bar. Momentarily distracted by the change in scenery, he stumbles a little, and doubles.

The dupe recovers faster than the original, and slicks his hair back with one hand.

"Okay, tonight, you get the drinks and I get the chicks."

"No. Hey -- no deal. No deal!"

shufti

Security member inna bar, sitting near the trilobite tank. No baby, he's with CJ.

Shufti's shining her sword whilst looking around the bar. Carefull shining though, taking care to leave plenty of dents.

Can't have it looking unusued now.

guppy_sandhu

The doctor is in

Guppy is by the infirmary, looking through some pictures of property in Holby.

Cycling to the other side of town and back is already wearing thin.

lifes-a-river.livejournal.com

[OOM: All Sam'd wanted to do was paint.]

For a split-second he wonders if he went through the wrong door, but he could reach the mural/miscellaneous storage/whatever room in his sleep, he was in there so often. No, it wasn't the wrong door.

Somehow he finds the presence of mind to tug the strap of his backpack back up onto his shoulder, his other hand still shoved into his pants pocket but no longer bothering with the barrette. He blinks incredulously around him. It's all he can do, really. He's pretty sure if he tries to move in any direction he'll fall flat on his face.

"...Uh?" The sound escapes before he thinks and he quickly clamps his mouth shut into a tight, thin line. His first panicked thought is that his mural's gone. And Grandma, too. The whole room is gone and in its place is...a...

Huh.

nosalmonscrubs.livejournal.com

Izzie's outside by the lake. She needed some fresh, non-Seattle air. She's got a six pack of beer. Three of which she's already gone through. She's feeling a little warm and fuzzy now.

It was just one of those days when you don't want to wake up to begin with and then everything goes wrong. Two of her patients died today, Bailey was constantly yelling at her, and Alex was being an asshole, which isn't out of the ordinary, but she still didn't need it.

So, this is her refuge. She might mind the people at home, but she probably won't mind some company here.