milliways_bar | Aug. 26th, 2007

Aug. 26th, 2007

There's an Yrael asleep on the couch, making even the strange position he's in look comfortable.

He's not breathing, but that's normal. The only sign that he's even alive, for want of a better term, is that he shifts occasionally as he dreams.

young_tmriddle

After Miniver and Draco's duel, Tom bundles Draco back to the House of Arch.

OOM: The next morning, they talk about what's happened, both by the lake and in Draco's version of the Wizarding world.

morelikeasponge.livejournal.com

It's dark out, and there's a breeze stirring the humid air -- much cooler than it was in the afternoon. Peter's perched on Kaylee's swing, staring up at the sky.

It's crazy how many stars you can see in places not New York City.

dingdongdoodily.livejournal.com

(oom: Skwisgaar and Pickles have lots of fun for no real reason than they're rock stars. Warning for sex, and potential to lose IQ just by reading it.)

Pickles dragged himself down to the bar after waking up, looking only slightly more ragged than usual, but a hundred thousand times more satisfied. He slipped into a booth and ordered a large breakfast, including light beer and a relatively local-to-him newspaper.

He had a lot to process about his actions last night, including what that meant for his future. After all, he'd slept with a future bandmate before he even technically met the guy. That had to be wrong on a lot of levels, temporally. Time-space hadn't caved in on him yet, though, so things only looked really weird for him.

Bother him! See what a man contemplating the folding of his universe looks like as he eats breakfast!

sime-channel.livejournal.com

Suzi is knitting. Sweater, scarf, and toy all at once thanks to her inner ventral and dorsal tentacles. She's putting the finishing touches on the sweater for Richard, and trying not to think that he may decide not to wear it. After all, the...the thing pretending to be his wife might not like him having presents from someone else.

...Okay, Suzi was knitting, and is now transferring stitches to a new knitting needle because she just broke the metal one she'd been using on Richard's sweater. She's a bit stressed.

works-in-space.livejournal.com

On the other side of the door, the Starship Enterprise has begun her journey out of the Betazed system, and towards distant Bajor. All in all, the visit went well. Unfortunately, even when your mission is purely diplomatic, you're still expected to file paperwork and update your log. Constantly. A break from such duties is very welcome. And the door from the turbolift to the bar is thus welcome as well.

Jim takes a seat in a booth, sips his coffee, and does nothing else. It feels good.

organicmeatbag.livejournal.com

[OOM: Kira and Revan have a little chat about a certain newcomer's presence at Milliways. Needless to say, they're both just going to have to deal with it. Warnings for newlywed mush apply.]

sylvie-barker.livejournal.com

Unlike last month, she's not feeling as panicky as she might be by the calendar. So Sylvie's in a reasonably good mood. She's by herself, working on a cold beer and light lunch before heading outside for a few hours.
She is, happily, unaware of any evil Perfect Women doppelganger about in her case. Canon obscurity has it up side yay!

The squid in the lake had given her a wide berth; Sylvie suspected that she just didn't seem edible. Well, she wasn't about to argue the point.
Botherable indoors, or at the lakeshore.

sighteddancer.livejournal.com

There is a yautja in a bar.

Specifically, there's a yautja sitting on a table near one wall. She would be on a broken chair, but she needs to have room for her breastplate. She's still decently wearing other armor, a more battered set of interconnected plates, but she's busy trying to figure out how to attach her Security badge to her better piece of armor.

It isn't going too well.

Distract her before she tries to melt it on?

his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com

For the past half hour now, Sarah Jane has been staring at her breakfast with a frown on her face. Eggs and bacon, beans and toast and tomatoes: it had seemed like a perfectly wonderful idea to start her Sunday with when she came downstairs. But aside from the initial fork-full, she hasn't had any more.

Instead, she's busied herself with article notes, reviewing the information she's obtained so far. Every now and then, Sarah looks upward, just in case anyone uncharacteristically happy walks by. Those people, she's decided, would make the most likely interview candidates.

inthetoilet.livejournal.com

"...just got in the door, H. I'll have it down to the lab in a few minutes."

The Door opens to admit one Timothy Speedle, who looks up and realizes where he is.

"Or not. Still there, H?" Silence on the other end confirms that his call's been dropped. Shrugging, Tim shuts his phone and puts it back in his pocket before walking over to Bar.

"Could you hold on to this for me until I'm ready to leave? Thanks," he requests, putting his kit up on the bartop. The box disappears and Speed sits down at the bar and orders a soda.

Perfectly botherable.

OOC: [posting for car keys, but all tags are welcome ~~and encouraged~~!]

greatestgenius.livejournal.com

It doesn't matter what she looks like she's doing. It's not what she's really doing.

It may look like she's sitting at a table, swinging her feet as she's playing solitare with honest-to-goodness real cards...
But she's not.

Not really, at least. No, she's waiting. She's biding her time.
She's.... going to the little girls room.

Okay, so maybe she is doing what she looks like she's doing. Maybe.

Bother her and find out?

slasherofprices.livejournal.com

There is little that can replicate the simple pleasure of a day off.

As much as Skinner thrives on his work, even he enjoys days in which nothing is the only thing to do. Days like these help with the sleep deprivation that comes with running the local supermarket, teaching Life Drawing, and being an active member of the Neighborhood Watch Alliance. He welcomes the sudden introduction of Milliways into his lazy day; it's an extension to his lazy day. Expectedly, Simon assumes his usual position of feet-on-the-table as he claims a spot for himself in the bar and pops open a--

--sketch pad?

Yes, Virginia, he does more than read ~~and kill people~~.

thiefprinceremy.livejournal.com

Remy wasn't sprawled out in a booth for once. Granted, that didn't mean he wasn't working, but he was in a perpetual state of 'on the clock' anymore, just in ase.

Just at that particular moment however, he was finally getting around to repairing his jacket from where it had been damaged going through Candra's trap-laden vaults.

Of course, this meant that he had to remove the damaged sleeve entirely and replace it with a new one, which was why it had taken him so long to get around to it, he'd had to order another sleeve from his usual tailor, and that had taken some doing, given as how he was officially dead.

Hey, Kevlar-lined gatorhide doesn't grow on trees.

In any case, thief and/or Delicate Flower sitting at a table with a bright worklamp he'd borrowed from bar, sewing needle at the corner of his mouth, already threaded, working with a seam ripper on the current sleeve.

Fully interruptable, just don't startle him.

fighter--pilot.livejournal.com

Shalla's sprawled in the corner of a couch, head back and eyes closed. A milkshake sits next to her feet on the table.

And, all appearances aside, she will know if anyone tries to steal it. And will then cut them hardcore. ~~Also all night long.~~

But people are welcome to try.

supaahiro

Where does one find a brain-eating madman in Milliways?

Well, one does his best to entice the brain-eating madman with his spicy, spicy superhuman brain, of course. Hiro has been in the bar since the sun came up and has lingered all damn day, with sparse meal taking and next to no socializing.

He's moved around the bar regularly; he's seem Mal come in. He's seen Kaylee go to him. That gladdened his heart, but not enough to distract him from his purpose.

Hiro has to find Gabriel Gray.

[So very, very, very, very plotlocked. Say thankya.]

badinlatin

[OOM: Will and Mal have a job to do. Therefore, they get down to business.

Business never really does run smooth.]

shadowsfound.livejournal.com

Kevin's inside. He's kept an eye out for the people Wells mentioned as running the forge here, but in the meantime Bar and he had agreed on his getting a few (small, no bigger than his open hand) bits of metal to work on. He lucked out in one regard ; when he'd stumbled across Milliways he'd had his tools with him if not materials. So, he's in at a corner booth, half full cup of coffee being ignored in favor of a couple simple ( practice pieces )

They're not all that fancy, even he'd admit, but it feels good to be working on his art again.

mendanddefend_archive

Although Guardians are, by nature, immune to most viral infections, they are taught ways to fight off a virus's control, just in case. One technique is to give yourself something else to focus on.

Hence, Bob has picked up a book of Sudoku puzzles from Bar and is now engaged in filling them out one by one. Not much of a challenge for someone who's basically made of numbers, but it's a good distraction from the false memories that keep trying to worm their way back into his consciousness.

Current Mood: restless

command_dot_com

Outside Dot is taking advantage of the shooting range to get some practice of accuracy shooting in, since right now she has quite a bit of free time on her hands. That however, doesn't explain why some of the targets have pictures taped to them... or the neat line of bullet holes making perforated arrows and mustaches in each one.

Someone's having a.. little cathartic moment, but don't let that discourage you.

Current Mood: cynical

priestoftravel.livejournal.com

If there's one thing the narrator knows, it's that dead people sometimes are just no fun.

However, this particular dead person, one Nicholas Wolfwood, was seemingly enjoying himself, sitting down on Bar herself, one foot up on the stool in front of him as he played a bluesy tune on his acoustic guitar.

Dead guys have to have hobbies, right?

Beside him was a glass of whiskey, and an ashtray which held a cigarette that was burning but not being smoked.

And for once, he's not wearing his usual. In fact, he's just wearing a black teeshirt, and a pair of dingy jeans. He still had dirt smudged across his cheek, since he just got back from weeding and planting.

He looks entirely botherable, and wouldn't mind trying to pluck out a tune if asked.

doyoufeardeath.livejournal.com

[OOM: The Dutchman sails as commanded.]

weeper-of-blood.livejournal.com

The entire morning of Le Chiffre's has been spent locked away in his apartment. This isn't completely unusual for him, who can often go missing for days on end without surfacing to the Bar, but today is noticeably different.

He's chosen to come downstairs for lunch, and looks rather content with himself for once as he sits at the Bar and does a spot of people watching. This change in mood, coupled with the fact that he's out of the usual suit and wearing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt may strike some as highly unusual.

It would also appear he's splattered with what looks to be green paint, and has a noticeable green smear over one cheek. Strange behaviour, or just a good day for the Bond villain?

angela-edmunds.livejournal.com

[OOM: Angela gives in.

badinlatin

[ooc: From this.]

There's a man awash in brown cloth breaking into the bar at a run. He's been moving through so many doors and around so many twists and turns in the past few minutes that the change of scenery doesn't immediately register with him.

It's when he looks down and sees his clothing change from loose shirt and pants back to browncoat and suspenders that Mal notices how wrong the situation is. Crossing the space to the bar door in a few seconds, the doorknob turns and the entranceway reveals --

-- the upper catwalks of Serenity.

"cào nĭ zŭxiān shí bă dai, you hē chùsheng zájiāo de zānghuò!"

Today is not a good day.

lady_moon

Moon is in a Mood.

She's been in it since leaving Miniver's bedside yesterday morning.

She's sitting on a table, Indian-style, her bare toes peeking out from under the filmy white fabric of her skirt. Around her are tarot cards in a strange, complicated spread. Moon's frown deepens when she lays another card down, crossing two others, and huffs to herself.

Under the table is a very large white wolf and a very large brown-grey wolf and two smaller, more active brown-grey wolves. Occasionally, when the smaller wolves get out of hand, Moon raps sharply on the table and calls out a chastising remark, and the larger wolves wrangle the smaller ones under control.

And Moon returns to her spread, twisting around to look at the ones laid out behind her.

Moon is in a Mood.

blowupthefloats

Believe it or not, Munch is actually glad to be walking into Milliways tonight. Tensions have been running high in SVU's bullpen what with the fallout from Darius Parker's trial and the addition of Chester Lake to the squad, so much so that attempts at gatherings at the 1-6's usual cop bar wound up turning uncomfortable fast.

"Good evening, my dear." Munch greets Bar with a kind word and a hand laid on the bartop. "Scotch, please. Neat."

OOC: [car keys, but all tags are welcome tags!]

song_tra_bong

Mary Anne's back in the bar, looking decidedly pleased with herself. Hair still damp from the shower, she's got her feet propped up on a table while she nurses a glass of tequila.

She may also be humming.

There's going to have to be dessert soon. She's thinking funnel cake.

[ooc: tags may be slow, as the mun has costume pieces to finish, but they will happen. To those I'm in slowtime with, I'm working on getting caught up on those, too. Thanks for bearing with me. *mwah!*]

talkstohats

To the north of Ingary, there's a war approaching, and rapidly.

In the castle, there's ordinary spellwork to be done - healing kits and protective charms - not to mention hundreds of bouquets to be sold to soldiers and sweethearts and worried mothers.

And in Milliways, now, there's Sophie, working on spellwork somewhat less ordinary, and somewhat more secret. It wouldn't do, after all, to have one of the King's messengers find out what she and Howl were doing before they knew if it would work.

So Milliways it is, as Sophie bends over a flower, muttering to it with fierce concentration. The words "sneeze" and "rash" and "allergic" can be heard, as well as, over and over, "Strangians."

creator_raven

Raven is only a little dusty as he drops from the rafters to a booth, feathers shifting to coattails in a flutter of black.

It is not long after that that a rat approaches, carrying a plate of cookies.

It is a very large plate.

Raven, it must be said, is often very predictable.

He inhales half the cookies in minutes, then pauses to fish a tangle of copper wire out of his pocket.

He can make many shapes with it. This will doubtless keep him busy for hours.

Well, that and the eating.

He is easy like that.

beyondbatman.livejournal.com

A kid sits at the Bar. Close observers will be able to easily see the carefully toned muscles in his shoulders and back: not your average seventeen-year-old (soon to be eighteen, if he's lucky). He's relatively healthy, if you ignore the dark circles under his eyes.

Despite all this, he seems cheerful enough, twirling a blue curly straw around in what looks like a rootbeer float, next to what looks like a hotdog with every topping under the sun, half-eaten.

Terry's trained eye is on the rest of the Bar, but this appears to be a rare occasion--could it be?--that the kid is acting like, well, a kid.

guppy_sandhu

[oom: Preparation is everything.]

Guppy is out back, with a hammer, a saw, some nails and some pieces of wood.

It's not immediately obvious what he's trying to make. It might be a small bookcase. Forehead creased with deep concentration and a printout from the internet, he raises the hammer. Then brings it down on his thumb.

"OWSHIT! Stupid furniture."

ohholyknight.livejournal.com

Michael is still Bound. He's not entirely happy about it.

This is why he stalks downstairs, cloak and sword still in evidence, and takes a seat by the Bar to glare at the non-existent door.

florallyminded.livejournal.com

The door opens and Harry Callahan backs in, a tray of plants in his arms, then glances over his shoulder and stops.

"...oh. Okay then."

jonathanparagon.livejournal.com

Jonathan is sitting at a big table at the edge of the room, towers of books piled up around him as usual.

Don't ask how he got them all in with him.

loveinalocket.livejournal.com

Shiori walks in looking distracted and carrying a number of books on the art of making kimono. When she realizes where she is, she heads for a table near the fire and sets her books down. That being completed, she heads over to the bar to negotiate. After a few minutes of talking, she returns to her table carrying several lengths of silk in sunset yellow and the exact deep blue of Julia Arisugawa's eyes. Come ask her what she's up to?

street-sparrow.livejournal.com

Gavroche tumbles in through the painting above the fireplace, already laughing, and makes a beeline for the Bar to claim some sweets before he goes out to the tree fort.

landlesslord

After nearly being blown up, you would think that being afflicted by the common cold would be nothing.

It would be nothing if Guy were a man to take easily to illness. But he isn't and nor, it seems, to staggering from his room to find himself in Milliways.

Being plucked from his own world and time did have its advantages though and with the passing of a few weeks, Guy is no longer sick.

He does, however, find himself Bound once again and being unable to return to the pleasant air of Nottingham on emerging from the confines of his sickbed, can now be found seated on the grass outside, with his pocket stone lightly oiled and slowly sharpening his sword.

qsilver-md.livejournal.com

Kevin hasn't seen his brother for days. It's unusual, even since the cure, and it's starting to worry him. But for now, he's just out in the main bar with a coffee, keeping an eye out.

petriedino.livejournal.com

There is, once again, a very small winged dinosaur swooping and diving around the bar.

Watch your heads.

nodistresshere

Iella Wessiri's steps stutter halfway through the door into the squad breakroom.

A short, slender woman -- dressed in the green and black and gray uniform of Corellian Security with her service blaster at her side and stuncuffs on her belt -- she stands frozen for a long moment before looking over her shoulder, into the cantina.

Over her shoulder, into the cantina.

Her eyes sweep from side-to-side, and then -- with one last look back at the door leading to the station corridor -- she takes her first few wary, very suspicious steps into Milliways.

[OOC: As explained here, Iella has no memory of being here before. If you have any questions, ping me on bohemian inuit!]

river_meimei

It's a hot day, the kind where the sun seems to settle like an intangible blanket of heat over everything, and the glitter off the lake's breeze-ruffled surface is nearly blinding.

River is sitting on the edge of the sea-inlet, perched on a small rock protruding from shore. It's just big enough for one person, and the incoming waves lap at the hem of her skirt. Her feet are bare, and immersed in the salty water.

There are minnow nibbling at her toes.

[OOC: Not at all plotlocked, but please ping before tagging; mun is doing multiple things at once. :)]

gramarye1971

[OOM: After speaking with Mal Reynolds, Commodore Lyon decides to arrange a meeting with a man who may be able to help tip the balance against the East India Company -- and who happens to be unaware of the rather more personal stake he has in seeing matters set to rights.

Technically speaking, this conversation takes place approximately four or five months before the crew of a stolen Spanish ship reaches Singapore.

All times do co-exist, to some extent.]