milliways_bar | Aug. 25th, 2007

Aug. 25th, 2007

At four in the morning [or thereabouts], only mad dogs and Englishmen would be awake.

And guess what? We've got an English wizard AND a Dog! Who are both very awake.

Dog, at least, is not barking [mad].

Rabastan's full moon starts Monday, so naturally he's going to be slightly insomniac today.

And maybe hungry, as he helps himself to a nice English brekky.

Who else is still crawling about the bar at this absurd hour?

[Two pups, one post.]

Current Mood: awake
Current Music: "Mercy Street" - Peter Gabriel

cheevy.livejournal.com

[OOM: After his brief but impressive fight with Draco, Miniver is rescued and dragged to his room by Random and Moon, where Random slips him something probably illegal in most worlds, Moon gets him cleaned up, and Miniver... is just hopelessly pwned and will probably be shoved in the infirmary tomorrow.

Warnings for blood and heavy angst behind both links.

Miniver continues to insist to his mun's mind that it was worth it *cough*]

undevoured.livejournal.com

Harvey Swick hates Milliways.

He hates the delicious food, he hates the comfortable room, he hates the warm fireplace, and the wonderful lake, and the beautiful forest.

Because he's still convinced that none of it is real - or rather, that it's just real enough to fool you, to draw you in, and trick you until it can eat you.

Still, he supposes, standing out on the shore throwing rocks into the lake is better than rotting away inside.

Because the thing that he hates the most is the fact that he's stuck.

dats-dildoes.livejournal.com

Skwisgaar had decided that it was probably safer to sleep in the bar while he was still sunburned, even though he was already peeling, and as he'd told Toki the night before, turning into a lizard.

Lizards, it should be noted, were totally not metal, and therefore, not worth turning into if you were the world's fastest guitarist and lead guitar player of the most metal band ever.

In other words: Guitarist asleep on a couch, curled up with a guitar as if it were a teddybear and peeling sunburn up and down both arms.

scurlock

The first thing Doc does when he comes downstairs is to check in the general direction of the front door. His is back. It has been for a day and a half, maybe a little longer, but he's not planning on thinking about it just yet.

Instead, he goes over to the Observation Window, and sits near it. A waitrat brings him a cup of coffee, black, no sugar, and sets it near him. He mutters his thanks and then takes a sip, then proceeds to stare out the window, watching the universe ending in front of his eyes.

It's strangely calming, in a way.

He's botherable, too.

mollyprewett.livejournal.com

Molly comes into Milliways quietly, holding a bundle in a soft yellow blanket in her arms. She stops at the bar to get a tray with tea and a plate of fruits and cheeses, then levitates it to a nearby booth, where she settles down for a quiet hour with her infant son.

If you know her, you may want to come and welcome William to Miliways.

hippodamio

"Lady," says the lad of about fourteen, dressed in his red doeskin hunting-suit and sandals, "I think I have almost had done with the task you set me. There are yet twenty pages in the book to commit to memory, but I hve fixed the rest- and what is more, I've understood them, I think. Please, forgive me when I say that I shall not read any more of Sonezu today. I won't have room for anything else in my thoughts if I do."

He bows to the Bar and receives a plate of cheese and bread and greenstuff for his pains; it seems enough to satisfy him, if only because he takes it to one of the nearby tables without complaint, and a rat brings him a cup of what smells like wine after.

dingdongdoodily.livejournal.com

Hey, there's a skinny redheaded rock star, strung out and in the bar!
Pickles currently has most of a couch taken up by his catlike sprawl, cowboy hat over his face, and before him sits more than a dozen bottles, ranging from light beer to tequila.

Pestering him might not be the best idea, but it certainly couldn't possibly be the worst.

a1enzo

Enzo feels like working on the fort. However, he can find neither Tyler nor any of his usual Adult Supervision. They got the nails already, but they usually borrow the tools rather than keep them (cheaper that way, and they're running up a big enough bill on the supplies already).

So, he is up in the tree, getting back to, well, not his evolutionary roots, but surely someone's, by hammering nails in with a large rock. Feel free to help or hinder.

Current Mood: industrious

badboybutterman

There's a policemanofficer in the bar.

Danny's off-duty, though, way way way off-duty, and he's having dinner by himself (although he'd rather be having dinner with Nicholas right now but apparently Milliways didn't see fit to pull them in together like usual so WHATEVS) of a nice steak-and-veggie pasty with a side of baked beans. He's also wearing his favorite Bristol Rovers jersey and thinking about the upcoming football season.

Mmmmm...football.

[OOC: Posting for car keys, but not plot-locked, so any and all other tags are welcome.]

ushouldcwhatic.livejournal.com

Pre-Milliways: Johnny and Bruce end up trying to stop another 'Waco-styled incident on a commune in Northern Maine. (canon refs to S5 ep, "Vortex")

Johnny stepped into the bar with a grin. He slowly walked around, marvelling at some of the changes in the place. A lot of unfamiliar faces here since he used to stop by. He approached Bar, and laid his hand on the surface. There was a note on a napkin welcoming him back.

"Hello, friend. Been a long time, hasn't it?" Two head bartenders now. And likely any number of other changes.

Anybody want to fill the former schoolteacher turned psychic in?

gorgonfondness

Mia's still not quite ready to talk to Draco after everything that's happened, but she has calmed down some. It's clear from her expression that she's still mad, but she's concerned about him too, and Miniver.

She tried working out her anger by looking for some books, which she manages to find and leave to Bar with a couple of notes:

( Alphonse )

( Hagrid )

She's sitting in a booth with some tea. Something soothing.

Enough to share, and perhaps some kind company would help her.

candied-rabbit.livejournal.com

Momiji, for once, hasn't come to the bar right after school. He's off, today, and, as such, his uniform has been abandoned in favor of a lacy, pink shirt and a pair of brown shorts - an outfit that meshes up the needs of both romping and looking pretty.

At the moment, he's engaged in a happy medium between the two, sitting at the edge of the lake and dangling his feet in the water. His shoes and socks are set carefully to one side, while he idly kicks and splashes, just enjoying the evening sky overhead. He's actually being quiet, as well, except for just a little bit of bouncy humming.

In short, it's a peaceful scene, and therefore likely ephemeral. Come pester the bunny!

f33dm3.livejournal.com

Occasionally, a demon bunny will wander into the Milliways greenhouse with the intention of harassing the gardeners or sampling some exotic foliage.

Lately, the bunnies who wander in haven't been coming back out.

The strange and interesting potted plant on a low shelf in the back of the greenhouse might have something to do with that.

hatchingviper.livejournal.com

Things are not right. Again.

Okay, besides the whole part where Deitmar's finding his way across the bar from support to support; his coordination has improved, but slowly and not all that much.

He's also keeping his eye out for a woman who's an incredible soldier, mother, cook, and probably just about everything else. He's primarily doing this so he can dodge if he sees her.

He'd be happy to talk to anyone about psychic parasites, but he's really looking for a symbiote instead. Or he could be bumped into and sent sprawling, or maybe he's heard some jokes recently--there's only one way to find out.

. . . no, he's not looking for Venom, preferably, but that's the way his day's been going anyway. . .

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

This is Ace, sprawled on a blanket out back, staring up at the stars.

The stars just aren't right here, like whoever decided to make a curtain of stars to hide the destruction really going on up there couldn't be bothered to put the stars in any recognizable configuration.

So Ace is making up her own constellations. It's easier than puttering around in the TARDIS - it reminds her too much of a woman that doesn't exist.

aggro-speed.livejournal.com

So there's a bored mechanic sitting on a rock by the lake, cleaning car parts he brought with him last time he dropped into the bar--okay, the parts that aren't beyond salvage.

He's cleaning something that is most definitely either a thingamajig or a doohickey. He's also staring out over the lake, admiring the view. And hey, it is pretty out here. You've got the lake, you've got rocks here and there, you've got something that's probably a stone angel way out there on the grounds, you've got the forest and the mountains rising up--it's nice out.

He looks serene now, like he's meditating on his work, or maybe just trying to figure out how to make a racer jetski to take advantage of all that empty water. Dare you ask?

uksupercop.livejournal.com

Nicholas is ostensibly in the bar having a drink, but it's a bit hard to tell with all the requisition forms, arrest records, and various other files piled on the table in front of him. He may be up to his elbows in paperwork, but there's no rule saying he can't do it somewhere comfortable.

Distractions would be welcome. He's already gone through two ballpoints.

iwenttomissouri.livejournal.com

Missouri's in with a helping of nachos and a margarita. She's got her feet kicked up on the living room table in front of her armchair.

Terrible irony, that.

takiena_called

Finn is sitting at table in a more deserted area of the bar, though deserted isn’t quite the right adjective for any part of it today. In front of him is a bowl of hearty stew and a sketchbook with several pencils.

(At his side is a sword, but he looks like perhaps the last person to be in a fight.)

He is eating in the careful, precise manner of someone focusing on a task because if they stop paying attention they will make a mistake.

adamantiumloner

Logan has decided this place is okay.

He's at a table tonight leaning back in his chair with his boots up on the tabletop a bowl of chips resting not too far away and a bottle of whiskey in hand. Bar gave him a glass but he's not bothering with it at all.

It seems Wolverine has made himself quite at home.

guppy_sandhu

Guppy is in a booth by the infirmary, with a collection of cardboard boxes, some scissors, string and selotape.

The doctor is in

cat_wth_panache

Puss in Boots is an expert swordscat, you know this. What you may not know is that he is also an excellent artist! Well, not really but he is trying.

Laying on Bar's top he has a pad of paper, a box of crayons that has been dumped out and arranged around him, and a plate of cheese and crackers for snacking.

He's drawing what could be a horse. Or maybe it's a dragon. Or a whale? And humming/singing softly to himself. (It's a lion)

first-sixth.livejournal.com

There's a Tommy in the bar. Sprawled on his customary sofa, he's engrossed in one of the books that Bar provided for him a few days ago. It is, by this point, positively bristling with notation flags.

Bother him, if you'd like.

[OOC: Sorry for short EP. Wrist = bleh.]

bannion_sight

It's hard to keep track of how time runs between Milliways and Toronto, but Kim tries. When she comes in tonight, the first thing she does is head for the lake door, checking for signs and looking out the window at the sky.

"... no, not quite yet."

She shrugs and turns away, claiming a cup of coffee from the bar and a seat in one of the booths.

gone_byebye

Ray trundles down from upstairs, where he's been doing analysis of the various stories of Sheer Wonderfulness for the past eight hours straight, and puts up a sign at a very visible table:

Doing A Study On Reunions And Meetings Only Made Possible By Milliways
Tell Me About The Most Wonderful Person You've Encountered Here

I Promise Not To Talk Your Ear Off About My Fiancee

Then he flags down a wait-rat. "Can I get a half-pound ostrich burger, medium rare, with cheddar cheese and a basket of Fuddruckers-style fries, please? And a root beer?"

The rat squeaks and scampers off. Ray settles back in his seat with a sigh and contemplates going back to school for a degree in epidemiology. Lord knows he's earning credit towards it here.

night-hibiscus.livejournal.com

If you asked Yuna where her party was, she would tell you they are close to the Guado city of Guadosalaam. She's been saying this for several weeks.

'Close' is a relative concept, when you go everywhere on foot.

The good news is that Rikku is getting pretty handy with her blades, and building up quite the collection of weird stuff in her backpack.

The bad news is... well, the usual. Continual battles with fiend, dry and salty preserved food, trying to strain tadpoles out of the drinking water.

Which may explain why Yuna is seated comfortably enjoying a cup of tea with absolutely no wiggly bits.

To a stranger, or at least a stranger from Earth, she'd appear to be a young Japanese teen who got lost in the woods in her dress clothes, something like a kimono with seperate detachable sleeves long enough to trail the ground and a seperate, vine-patterned skirt. Her hair is beginning to reach past her shoulders now, except for around the right side of her face where it's twined in blue and yellow beads, with a shiny sort of bangle at the bottom of the largest.

There's a pretty good blue-and-yellow bruise puffing up her left eye, too, that she isn't taking much notice of.

stilljustandrew

*There's an Andrew in the bar.*

*He's hoping Jerica will be here tonight. There wasn't any answer on her cellphone (apparently something's wrong with it; it didn't even go to voicemail), and he wants to ask her opinion on something.*

*Meanwhile, he has a seat in a booth, and a chicken sandwich and a Coke and an order of fried paradoxes.*

*Come say hi. Maybe he'll share.*

renegade-enzo.livejournal.com

[OOM: Millitimed to before this, Matrix and Enzo plot.]

didntseeit.livejournal.com

Everyone has different ways of coping with being Bound. Some read, some drink, some sit and glare and snark. Ajedrez has done all of that, and will continue to while her door isn't there.

But one of her favourite ways of coping?

Is to stand just so at the firing range, balanced and trained and still, and just let the world narrow down to the gun in her hand and the target in her eyes and the recoil as she pulls the trigger.

Nothing else, just that. She hasn't decided if it's mildly zen or mildly psychopathic, but she really doesn't care.

Of course, she does have to stop to reload, so if anyone was planning on talking to her, that'd be the time.

[ooc: mun should be here for the next couple of hours, but may be subject to vanishing, too]

samstewart.livejournal.com

Sam's in the bar again, having once again found it on the other side of DCS Foyle's office door. (The past few times, she'd been more than a little disappointed when she found herself in the police station corridor. Especially when she'd been wanting a cup of Milliways tea more than anything.)

Regardless, she now has that longed-for cup of tea, and a new case to mull over. Really, normal working-class girls generally don't go about shinning up telegraph poles and cutting important wires, let alone owning up to it afterwards. But the girl in the cells at the Hastings police station seems to have done just that. It's sabotage -- and it's a hanging crime.

It's got Sam thinking, and frowning a little as she stares down into her cup.

gonna_live

Tonight (at a table, fingers raked through her hair) it's a sandwich.

Not grilled cheese, for once: she's branched out to grilled cheese and tomato. The tomato adds something, Kaylee thinks -- something that almost makes it taste like food. Pretty good.

She might even finish the whole thing.

song_tra_bong

[oom: Mary Anne meets a man for drinks and dancing.

And a little business.

Warning for violence.]

missginnytonic.livejournal.com

its been quite a time she's had at home. so Tonight she walks in just looking for somewhere that isn't home.

puckishly.livejournal.com

There is a new sign up in the bar, printed in large, sparkly, and aggressively teal letters:

DO YOU LOVE BABIES?

Would you enjoy a chance to take care of them? If so, come to the nightclub TONIGHT. Princess Aria Moonshine and Prince Adrian Sunbeam Goodfellow-Kane are in need of kind, considerate, and ~~fabulous~~ capable caretakers, and you could be one of them!

(Why yes, it is a great deal like their previous sign. Puck and Lilly believe that one should not fix what works, particularly if one is having a busy evening preparing to interview babysitters.

And, okay. They just didn't really feel like it.)

[OOC: All comers are welcome! Although we do warn that Puck and Lilly reserve the right to reject any applicant at any time for any ridiculous reason. If you have any questions, ping one of us or check the back room!]