milliways_bar | Aug. 21st, 2007

Aug. 21st, 2007

burning-evil.livejournal.com

Usually, when he's here, he could pass for a regular dude, at least until you start talking to him. Tonight? Not so much. For one thing, no shades. No casual calm. No elegant smoking of a cigarette and surveying of the bar from his favourite vantage point by the observation window. No, none of that.

Tonight, he's angry. Controlled, certainly, but when the fury is this strong there isn't any way to stop it radiating from him. Anyone even remotely near him should be able to feel it.

Approach with caution.

[OOC: If anyone wants to tag but isn't sure what reaction they'll get/wants any OOC discussion/wants something specific from a thread...it can get talked about here, as I am AIM-less. :)]

sweetdinoangel.livejournal.com

[OOM: Pre-Milliways Kira finds that she's no longer in Reefside.]

She'd gone through the woods to get away. To find some place to relax and possibly even work on her music. But the woods wasn't where she'd ended up. Well... she had but she hadn't. No... this was the woods alright. It just wasn't the woods in Reefside. The yellow ranger scowls a bit and shakes her head. Something was wrong. There was a lake nearby and a building...

"Don't recall Reefside being like this." She whispers to herself. This was a lot to take in... even with her being a ranger.

a1enzo

[OOM: Two family dinners, one from near the end of the genderswap plot but the mun forgot to post it and wishes to apologize, the other current.]

no-sin-but.livejournal.com

[OoM: After the conversation with Puck under the tree, Darren goes home. Or rather, to Marlowe's room. Satan is discussed, but also Latin vs German and the cross-dressing of the English theatre. Among other things.]

gone_byebye

The door was still locked today. Ray doesn't mind as much as he ought to. He had a request from a friend of his yesterday (Ray tends to jump to conclusions very quickly about who qualifies as 'friend') to start checking around for weirdness beyond the common run. If the door were to open now, while he's still looking, he'd probably get shoved into an alternate universe and he really can't afford that right now.

... no, really, it makes sense if you're him.

Anyway, he's in the Bar at the moment, and he's got his holocomputer out on the table as he starts rearranging his silvery-white vertical-line-and-ball map of the worlds of the various Milliways patrons for the first time in months. It helps him think, but conversation wouldn't hurt either.

milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com

Yesterday was so much less than ideal that Wells didn't bother going home. He left a note with the Bar for Annie saying that he'd be back as soon as he could manage, and he stayed in the room upstairs for as long as he could. Which didn't last long this morning, because the full moon begins in seven days, and that means he's got to be outside if he doesn't want to feel like the walls are pressing in on him from every conceivable angle. He got himself to the Academy all right and got through classes without giving any of the girls too much grief, but the instant his classes were over he turned around and came straight back to Milliways- and then went straight out the back door.

Laps around the lake are not his ideal means of improving his time over the sixteen hundred meters, but they'll do. He's got a lot to run to ground today, and he did tell Spoon that he needed to start running in armour again to get the feel of it once more. At least the stuff is still mottled greys and blacks from the camo paint job he did before the battle with the Cybermen.

smart-house.livejournal.com

That steel door is back again, and that same woman's flat voice:

"Hello, Milliways."

A waitrat hears her, but sees no potential customer and moves on.

"Well that's just rude."

[ooc: layout available here.]

silentson.livejournal.com

And out back, Jericho is having an argument with himself.

"Me no am hate it here! Me no am- No, relax, this is temporary, we'll leave as soon as we can- Me am love this place!" He strikes out at a tree, reducing it to kindling with a single blow. " Me am love the ugly trees! Me am love the clean ground! Me am love the dry water!" This time, red beams shoot forth from his eyes, causing a small section of water to boil.

"Where am Wonder Girl? Me am see here everywhere! She's back at home Match, she's waiting for you back at home, just wait, and you'll see her!" And, suddenly, Jericho is in control of the body again.

"Thank god."

hadtobegood.livejournal.com

[ OOM: Admiral Pellaeon, Supreme Commander of the Galactic Alliance Defence Force, retires without a word to the public. Some people find this odd. ]

astral-brat.livejournal.com

[ OOM: Back on Coruscant, Ben Skywalker doesn't quite grasp why this is becoming a war; his Corellian acquaintance isn't very clear on the subject. ]

thechaosbringer

...AKA, a "first entrance-y thing".

[OOM: Before Milliways.]

Journeying across time, space and universes he arrives at this place.

The End of the Universe.

There is chaos here, and if anyone knows chaos, it would be Unicron.

No Heralds are here to announce his arrival; they have not made it this far in time. Instead, he just ... shows up.

Floating [if you can call it that] above one of Belar's mountains.

And casting a very big shadow too [even though he's actively reduced his physical form to half the size of said mountains*].

Let's see who's brave enough to approach the Chaos Bringer.

( *Note from the mun-thing. )

Current Location: Outside the bar, near the mountains.
Current Music: "Breakdown" - Alan Parsons Project

sizzuhs.livejournal.com

"Eugene- please come back. Eugene Gilbert Roe!" the house behind the 10-year-old as he entered into Milliways was old and well kept. His Grandma had always kept a neat house and today was no exception. All the family and friends were gathered at the little haven he had found in Bayou Chene to mourn his fathers death. Grandma Roe's voice, even from the bottom of the steps was loud and hopful wanting her grandson back with them. Gene, however, had no want to be there.

Without even looking up to see if he was in his room or not he closed the door behind him hoping that the slaming sound would keep his grandparents or older sister Sarah from bothering him. Reaching up he tore the tie lose from around his neck finally glancing up and..stopping.

This wasn't his room anymore.

taoist-gb.livejournal.com

Master Kau has made it back to this strange, strange place again. He's slightly (slightly) less bewildered than he was the first time. No less amazed by it all, but slightly less bewildered. At least he's managing not to stare helplessly at the Window?

literallyrotten.livejournal.com

Darren Nichols, in a fit of nostalgia, has ordered shepherd's pie and orange juice for supper instead of something proper and yes, he's aware this is impossibly plebeian but having had the week he's had he's fucking earned it.

Okay?

(Besides. It's comfort food.)

[ooc: broken link in the Sheogorath thread should lead here.]

gavemea_45

The clues had all pointed towards one of the pieces at the so-called "Shrine of the Holy Relics" in Celina, Ohio, as being a hell of a lot more unholy when it came right down to it. It was only after they got into town that they found out there were worse horrors than that.

The front door opens the slightest crack.

"I don't know, Dean--" On the other side, hidden from view of the bar, Sam's doing his best to keep a straight face. "Don't you think the Impala would make a good 'amphicar'? It'd probably float, right?"

Stunned silence, but only for a moment.

"Sam, I'm gonna k--"

He doesn't wait to hear the rest. Grinning, Sam ducks through the door into Milliways and slams it behind him.

It's probably a good idea to give Dean a little while to cool off before he heads back.

berryberryraz.livejournal.com

Raspberry's at the bar, drinking cheap beer and grinning to herself. Strike up a conversation! Or just walk by and get hit on. She's good either way.

[And yes, this post is totally because of this meme. Now's your chance, lads 'n lasses!]

works-in-space.livejournal.com

The scents of a world far from Earth waft in for a second. Jim is surprised to find that the Bar will provide a door no matter where he is. Even if he's in the great market of Betazed's capital. Where there are native products of all sorts, meant to divide a tourist from his or hers or its credits. The universal constant, it seems, isn't bureaucracy. It's souvenirs.

Luckily, the door appeared just in time to save Jim from buying a rather strange t-shirt that says "Property of the Betazed Institute of Higher Mental Discipline" in the local language.

He gets a coffee (as the local caffeinated drink is not to his taste) and takes a seat.

cheevy.livejournal.com

Miniver is BORED. Very decidedly so. Miniver is bored and somewhat frustrated with his own pathetic self. But for once, he isn't solving the problem by drinking. Yet. He's lying on a table, with his head hanging upside-down off one end, watching the bar upside-down.

Fully botherable.

youalleverybody.livejournal.com

( Cut for Lost season finale spoilers )

[ooc: Not plotlocked - open to all!]

second_sighted

It's been a long, tiring day of reading, and drawing pictures, and wrestling with Benny.

In fact, Jordan is still wrestling with Benny when she tumbles through the door to Milliways.

Oops?

At least she's too busy rolling on the floor with her dog to be scared--for the moment.

Give her a second to realize where she is.

Or maybe a couple minutes.

dr_temperance

The discovery of a boneless body may be interesting, but for a Brennan it's only interesting at a distance. With no skeleton to work with, there's really little for a forensic anthropologist to do.

No bones, no Bones.

Which is just as well, because it means she can get back to her vacation with Sully all the sooner. It's a rarity for her--a vacation that doesn't center on work in some way, shape, or form. And she's enjoying it more than she thought possible.

But before she heads back, she's slipped into Milliways for a quick cup of coffee.

Brennan looks happy with the world (make that worlds) at large today.

yankeedoodle_dr

Hawkeye Pierce sits at the bar, martini in hand and brown cap of his dress uniform on the bar. This is probably because he is wearing his dress uniform, for once in his life. It is crisp, brown, and proper, with shiny buttons -- and a red kimono thrown over the top.

These things happen.

He's grinning as he takes in the bar around him. Any day that you best Frank Burns and Margaret Houlihan is a good day.

Even if that is most days.

human-child.livejournal.com

There's TOTALLY NOT a young man who appears to have fallen asleep in his chair on top of his notebook.

Nope. Not at all.

Maybe you should save him from the imminent "pen-face" that appears to be approaching.

Or, y'know. You could be one of those patrons who would rather HELP the pen-face happen.

young_womble

Today, Wellington is hiding behind a flower pot.

argyle_princess

It's a depressingly familiar routine for Hannah now. Come into the bar, check for news, find none, get coffee and sit down at an empty table.

Now she's half hidden behind Sans détour: A Complete Reference Manual for French Grammar, trying to study.

Two finals down, four to go.

lyra_silver

Lyra Silvertongue and her daemon Pantalaimon have been busy since university let out for the summer. In May and June they worked in Bodley's Library, looking for information about the makings of the alethiometer, and then in July the Costas came and invited Lyra and Pan to travel with them for a month.

Lyra and Pan only just came back to Oxford tonight. The very first thing they did, after saying goodbye to Ma Costa and the rest of the family, was to go to the Botanical Gardens and climb over the fence to the Milliways door.

"My favorite was the Venetian Republic," Pantalaimon is saying to Lyra as they pass through the doorway.

"Mine too," agrees Lyra, "with the canals and the friendly boatmen, but I'm glad we're home."

Home is Oxford, of course, but they both know home is also Milliways, where Lyra and Pantalaimon can meet Will and Kirjava.

thisfatefulhour

"--off campus next year!" Charles calls over his shoulder as he opens the door, laughing.

He turns, blinks, and if his grin doesn't get wider, his eyes are brighter.

"Well," he says, more quietly, "I could rethink the position."

Unslinging his backpack, he heads for a table, looking around in interest at new faces and old.

guppy_sandhu

Nothing like having your housemate burn the kitchen down to make you speed up on househunting.

Guppy is by the infirmary, looking through brochures and pictures. Because nice (and frequently unoccupied) as Nathan Spencer's house is, the man'll be bringing a baby home soon and will need his sofa.

The doctor is in

gonna_live

Kaylee didn't go home last night, either.

The room is nice enough, and quiet enough, and when the quiet starts to press in she can go downstairs and sit off somewhere out of sight and listen in. That's what she's doing right now -- sitting at a table by the wall with a cup of black coffee in front of her, and a half-finished bowl of soup that's been pushed aside. She's still holding herself like she thinks she takes up too much space, and she isn't looking up very much, but -- the soup was pretty good, at least what she had of it.

Tugging the sleeves of her shirt down over her hands, she rakes her fingers through her hair, and reaches for her coffee.

(Near the wall: a blossom, and a note.

They didn't make her smile. They did make her cry.)

conglomerelda

Griffin on duty!

Elda has taken it upon herself to watch the bar tonight. Thus, she has a cup of coffee (almost bucket sized) with a straw, and a big book of charms (light reading) to keep her occupied until she's needed.

Conversations are of course, just as welcome as any security concerns.

angsty-spider.livejournal.com

There is a Peter out back in a tree. He isn't wearing his mask, but he is wearing his costume. He is looking out at the lake.

He feels like Shit.

Peter is feeling bad, he doesn't know why. But there are some people who didn't help it, and some who should give him what fore.

Ahhhh!

chime_ra_tilt

((Pre-Milliways Post: The Outer World is no longer out of reach, meaning other goals may be within reach, as well.))

The first thing that Zelgadiss notices when he enters the bar is that it is distinctly not the inn he had been intending to enter.

...Milliways looked far more reputable, for one thing.

The second thing he notices is the rather final note the click of the closing door makes behind him.

The third thing he notices is all the people. In an almost automatic movement, he pulls a fold of cloth up over his mouth and nose, hiding as much of his stone-flecked skin as he can.

He doesn't see anyone behind the bar from whom to order drinks, so he decides to simply take a seat and watch. Perhaps someone knows what this place is.

(ooc: Mun asks for slowtime, for she must sleep. :D)

Current Mood: wary

didntseeit.livejournal.com

See, there is a door in Milliways. The front one. Sometimes it is there, sometimes it is not.

Currently, it's rather...not there.

And Ajedrez is glaring at the space where it should be. She's hoping that by sheer will-power the door will come back, but it doesn't seem likely.

Doesn't mean a girl can't try, though.

evil_koala_626

[pre-milliways A horrible monster of destruction combats boredom and evil sporting goods]

The door flies open and a blue blur of movement tumbles in from outside. It summersaults to a stop a few feet in to the bar and is revealed to be a small, blue… thing. It definitely resembles an animal although exactly what species is something of a mystery. Maybe it’s a dog. Maybe it’s a koala. Who knows? The creature pushes itself into a sitting position, shakes its head a few times and grins triumphantly at the ball clutched in its paws.

“Ha!” The quarry is subdued. Fuzzy yellow victory is his! And then, Stitch begins to take note of his surroundings. Tables, booths, a multitude of unfamiliar feet. This isn’t the front hall. Judging from the scent of copious amounts of alcohol, this isn’t his house at all. And none of the strangers present even remotely resemble a twitchy green cyclops.

“Gabba?!”

This isn’t right. While he’s accustomed to periodically wandering into strange situations, it had always been voluntarily. How had this place replaced the house? What was going on?!

Alien experiment inna bar. I hope you guys are insured.

watcher-g-man.livejournal.com

He was at a table, reading as usual with some tea near him. Also a plate of various biscuits, and some jellies. Why? He liked jelly doughnuts of course on occasion.

He was in a good mood, having recently run into his successful, favorite niece who was a skilled fighter and researcher working on her next doctorate, and her tenth language.

Giles would be happy to tell you all about her.

watchmakers_son

It's just past sunrise on the other side of the door: November 7th, the morning of the election, twenty-four hours before Manhattan's set to be leveled by a nuclear explosion.

You wouldn't think any of it from the way Sylar's carrying himself. There's a pause when he opens the front door, but no change to his blank, dispassionate calm; eyes sweeping the bar, he steps inside and lets it shut behind him with a tick. His trench coat brushes a chair as he walks toward Bar.

There's time yet. So long as he finds Ted Sprague by tonight, he can let himself be patient.

simon_doctor

There's a brilliant young doctor in the bar.

Who hasn't felt particularly brilliant for some time now. Or, come to that, particularly young.

He's sitting at a corner table, with a plate in front of him (grilled chicken, rice, mixed-greens salad) and a glass of scotch in his hand.

The plate is still nearly full; the glass is nearly empty, and it's his second.