milliways_bar | Aug. 28th, 2007

Aug. 28th, 2007

candied-rabbit.livejournal.com

Momiji is having a relatively ground-breaking evening - or, to be more specific, he's finally thought to bring his homework into the bar and use the place's tendency to mess with time to his utterly selfish advantage. There is, however, one glaring flaw in this plan: time in Momiji's world may slow or stall while he's here, but the blonde teen's internal batteries do not.

And this is why there is a very tired rabbit-boy slumped over the Bar and nestling his head into the fold of his arms. A small pile of textbooks and papers sits to one side of his head, while a plate with a half-finished piece of fudge pie on it reclines on the other, neither seemingly enough reason for Momiji to stay awake, since it's clear that he's gradually slipping closer and closer to true sleep.

This is probably a job for random harrassment.

gorgonfondness

[OOM: Draco and Mia talk about recent events and how to deal with them. Rated S for anything that might even possibly be conceived as a Spoiler for Deathly Hallows.]

dontloselight.livejournal.com

[oom: Millitimed to a bajillion years ago, Cloud and Aerith take a break from their tasks for the Restoration Committee to share a nice, peaceful moment - proving that yes, Cloud does have emotions.]

visible_sariel

Nights aren't always easy for Sariel.

When she comes in this time, it's quite obvious that it's as much the middle of the night on the Enterprise as it is in the bar; nightgown, stocking feet, frizzier than usual hair--yup, must be. She heads straight for Bar herself, and when she moves away there's tea scented strongly of lemon in her hand. the seat she claims is as near the fireplace as she can get without moving the furniture; some nights don't mix well with darkness. She promptly curls up, though dark eyes are wide open and alert, and alternates between sipping tea and staring into the fire.

Nights aren't always easy, when you're Sariel.

She'll notice the fish swimming in the flames as more than colorful sparkles in a second.

Poking the sober-faced ensign will likely result in conversation. Sometimes a person just needs a distraction, however late the hour is.

Current Mood: discontent

gone_byebye

Ray trundles downstairs in the morning, yawning fit to unhinge his jaw. His morning cereal arrives with Marian's letter; he blinks a few times, shrugs, and fishes a pen out of one pocket.

( The response: )

Once he finishes writing out the note he sets to on his cereal. Then he's going outside for an hour and a half's worth of lightsaber practice; right now that wumm wumm wumm sound is just about the most reassuring thing in the world.

milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com

Last night was the single wettest full moon night Harry Wells can remember, and he's had a few really wet ones along the way. It's still raining in Yorkshire, in fact. He's not looking forward to the effects this is going to have on his farmland once it's all cleared up. On the other hand, as of moonrise last night he had depth perception back, so that covers a multitude of sins. It's good to be able to see properly, even if half the time what you're seeing is a sodden, miserable packmate who puts off actually bringing the evening's goats down because running around keeps him warm.

He's already had breakfast with his family, but he could do with a breather somewhere that isn't trying to give Noah and company a run for their money, so he's in the Bar now. The message from Maid Marian gets blinked at some, but he answers anyway.

( Read more... )

Having used up his ability to stay inside without punching somebody in the face and bolting for his life, he's going to go and see just how much gratuitous violence he can inflict on the heavy bag hanging from one of the trees near the edge of the forest.

dear-of-heart.livejournal.com

Cora decided against applying for the job at the House of Arch for...many reasons, but mostly boiled down to the fact that she is already employed and has an unreliable door. But as to the fact of the current employment, she is sitting in a chair by the fire with tea, a book on simple mathematics, and a slate and a piece of chalk to take notes with (which she does, often).

[OOC: This is semi-carkeys locked. Which is to say, ping at TLvop if you want to tag and aren't Debi? Because threads are cool, I am just doing a lot of homework.]

skidrowseymour.livejournal.com

Seymour Krelborn, a young man with mussed up brown hair and one lens of his glasses cracked, is at a table. He's cutting out articles from his pile of newspapers. Many of these newspapers have spilled onto the floor around the table, because Seymour doesn't care for things like 'keeping his work area tidy' or 'possibly interfering with other bar patrons'.

The articles he cuts out are put into a scrap book. Also on his table in a map of the world with pins stuck in it, mostly in cities across America.

Seymour leans back in his chair after one particularly big article and sighs heavily.

sime-channel.livejournal.com

Suzi doesn't have a notice about mysterious women of any sort up. She's just sitting, knitting, and looking open and friendly. Of course, if people should choose to come and talk to the little Sime about this woman they've always known she'd be more than happy to listen.

walksthebounds

Jamie's been exploring out back.

There's a lake, and some rocks, but no wall like he'd thought from the way everyone talked about it. Just a great forest, extending all the way about. He's convinced there's got to be something through it - the rest of a world, maybe - but he doesn't know how long he'll be here, and the bar's comfortable enough for now. Besides, he'd like to know a bit more about it before he ventures straight in.

So it's on his list of things to talk to people about - but for now he's sitting at the bar, twigs in his hair, grass-stains on his knees, and a plate of fish and chips (properly wrapped in newspaper) in front of him, eating with apparent contentment and watching people come and go.

immortalthief

Amanda is huddled by the fire, she is usually either there or i nher room afraid to come out since she saw Jericho destroy the tree and tell her that he takes other peoples bodies.

So cowering and drinking a smoothie that Bar gave her.

xhagridx.livejournal.com

Hagrid is sitting at the bar on a somewhat crumpled stool, enjoying a large tankard of ale and perusing a copy of a book about magical creatures that Mia had left for him. He wouldn't be adverse to come company.

WARNING: Hagrid is here post Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (excluding epilogue), and threads with him will likely contain spoilers.

longlonghair

Rapunzel has been in a mood, ever since finding out that someone was messing around with Alex's memories, but since she had talked to security, there wasn't much else she could do about it at this point.

She was keeping her eye out for a woman dressed like a clown while snacking on the cookies and milk that bar had given her...comfort food, perhaps.

~~ETA: Mun had to run out for forgotten appointment,but will return in two hours.~~
[[ooc: Marked car keys, but all tags welcome.]]

son-forgotten.livejournal.com

A tall, thin man stands on the observation deck. Hands clasped behind his back, his legs spread slightly, as he watches the galaxies in their slow dance. He has his cloak draped over his left shoulder, and it hangs to his shins, easily hiding his sheathed sword from casual passer-bys.

He's lost in the universe, only vaguely aware of his surroundings.

command_dot_com

After last night's little event, Dot decided to spend the rest of the night in the bar area, in one of the chairs. She couldn't stand being near Bob, because now that...virus really had her claws in him, he wasn't the same person.

She'll try avoiding him for a while longer, and hope there's a cure for this... but for now. upset, angsting sprite drinking Mac Apple on the rocks by the fire.

fighting_mad

[OOM: On Eiattu, millitimed to uh a while ago, Plourr and Rial make a decision or two (finally)].

hatchingviper.livejournal.com

Sues are hard on the personalities of all that they are near. Barely-mentioned characters morph into terrifying Sues themselves, previously easygoing characters become tyrannical. . .

. . . and best friends of Sue-targets become a combination between walking plot devices and Sue-enablers.

Deitmar's just not himself right now. He knows that something is up, because every ten minutes he becomes aware of a vague desire to smack himself. He can't be sure what, because he's feeling too guilt-ridden to bring his full logical faculties to bear on the problem.

Catch him at the bar, wanting a drink and being under twenty-one.

It's just not his day, no.

fat-charlie.livejournal.com

Fat Charlie is in the bar, eating a club sandwich and reading the London Globe. It's nice to keep some vague contact with the place he was once from - he hasn't seen London in a very long time. Another thing (or person, really) he hasn't seen in a while is his brother, Spider. Wherever he went, Fat Charlie hasn't the foggiest. He isn't sure whether he's glad or anxious about this.

In any case, he's completely botherable.

i-am-mr-clean.livejournal.com

There is a sparkling whirl in the air moments before Mr. Clean appears near the door, holding a Magic Eraser in hand and smiling widely. Only, this isn't the set of his newest commercial, it's Milliways again!

"Whew! I was ready for a break an hour ago!"

He makes his way to the bar. Patrons may notice that coasters appear under their drinks as he passes, and spills and stains disappear in his wake.

youalleverybody.livejournal.com

It's several days after the burial, now, but Liam and Darien are still around. They're sitting at a table in the main bar, right now.

Darien's reading over his last letter from Charlie, for the hundredth time or more. Liam's just watching him, eyes full of grief and worry. He won't leave without him. He made a promise.

awesome_lilly

Lilly comes downstairs without her darling children, looking rather happy in their absence and carrying a laptop. She takes a seat at the bar, pops the laptop open and orders fried paradoxes and a margarita.

It's a working dinner. In a way. Okay, she's just going to expense the margarita.

[ooc: this is both car keys post AND a looking-around-for-gentlemen (for Sallie Reynolds) post! And anything else you can think of.]

cheevy.livejournal.com

In the category of things that should not be in the bar but are anyway, there is a Miniver.

At some point in a recently handwaved past, he went to the infirmary and was somewhat patched up from his fight with Draco. Thus he is at least able to walk. Sort of. And his right arm is bandaged and in a sling.

And he is in a booth, stretched out with his back against the wall and legs up on the bench, with a pot of tea and a pile of scones the rats keep shoving at him despite his repeated attempts to ignore them. He also has a book, and every once in a while he glances at it, sighs, and goes back to staring vacantly at the observation window.

Come explain to him what a huge idiot he is for dueling a Malfoy.

his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com

[Not-so-OOM: Out by the lake, Plourr suggests that a case of the flu might not be everything Sarah thinks it is. Shortly after, a test proves Plourr right -- very much to Sarah Jane's dismay.]

simple-secret.livejournal.com

It's fluffy. It's orange. And it might be treading on your feet under a table.

:O!

maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com

Elaine comes down, as usual, every Tuesday, to do her waitressing shift. She feels...old, which is ludicrous, since she really looks no older than about twenty, in modern terms.

But when one has been here for nearly three years past their deathdate, feeling old might make sense.

She notices that there are very few people still around from her first days at the bar. She hasn't even seen Spike in months.

So...it's a slightly maudlin lilymaid waiting tables tonight. But she'll still be happy to wait on you!

there-is-a-me.livejournal.com

Before moonrise, long before, just pretend this was posted earlier if you're into that kind of thing, Spoon was in the bar with a small supper, a pot of tea, and a book.

He's finding it hard to concentrate on the book, but he's giving it his best shot.

librarian-flynn.livejournal.com

Flynn's back in the bar tonight, after the strange encounter he'd had the night before. Tonight, he's reading up on various causes and forms of amnesia. He has three books open on the table in front of them, and appears to be going through them all simultaneously.

Still botherable, though, if you don't mind the babble from time to time.

beenthenumbers.livejournal.com

The door slides open, and a young man bundled up in a heavy cold-suit walks (or, well, waddles) in.

After a moment of staring, Ben unzips the suit. "First my quarters, then the simulator. What's next, the shower?" He bundles the suit under one arm and carries it with him over to the Bar.

"A coffee bean in foil, please," he requests, and then hesitates a moment before adding, "And some kind of fruit juice."

A glass of red grape juice appears, along with a small foil-wrapped object about the size of a coffee bean. Ben puts his Earth Company ID on the Bar to pay, and then carries his suit and his juice over to a booth.

Current Mood: startled

shufti

Shufti got a couple of notes this morning, which she read carefully to make sure she understood.

Then, equally carefully, she gets a piece of paper and a black marker.

Also avelable for collecting ~~infumashun~~ infomation from anyone with mistearyous new perfect women who are not real.

She sticks the sign on the table, adjusts her security badge so that it shows clearly, and sips sweet milky tea.

After a few minutes, she crosses out the y in 'mistearyous' and replaces it with an i.

guppy_sandhu

Guppy is near the trilobite tank, babysitting Jack Manackle.

The toddler is playing with his stethoscope, listening to anything and everything.

tristranthorn

[OOM: Tristran is acquainted once more with all the important people in Wall. Arrangements are made, concerning the ending of his quest, and once that is over, very important truths are learned.]

mr-ryan-wolfe.livejournal.com

Ryan comes down stairs looking around before settling at a table rubbing his eyes he's spent too much time playing video games in his room lately.

young_tmriddle

The House of Arch owl, Galatea, brings several notes to the bar.

One bunch is for the new additions to the House of Arch Academy staff; these go to Zhaan, Kronk, Maid Marian, Belladonna, Jack Green, Johnny Smith, and Le Chiffre.

One is for Rabastan Lestrange, letting him know that while his time was appreciated and his talents doubtless, the House of Arch Academy has no fit for him at this time.

ooc: please see this back room post for more info!

ushouldcwhatic.livejournal.com

John was over at the bar, having an evening beer. Casually watching the people walking around. Strange place that it was, but it felt good to have somewhere to relax again.

necessary_child

This EP has no cute. This EP needs no cute.

What this EP does have, though, is Sam and Atton, apparently dozing, curled up on a sofa in front of the fire. Sam appears to have been reading – at least, there’s a book almost-dropping from his hand, his wrists still clearly marked with bruises – but his head is now resting on Atton’s shoulder. Atton’s flopped out along the full length of the sofa, one arm vaguely draped around Sam. His position vaguely suggests that he was trying to read over Sam's shoulder.

There is no cute here. (Though there is, naturally, total platonic...ness. Honest.)

[OOC: Two pups, two muns, tag either, tag both! Specify if you like, but be warned that the other is almost certainly going to chip in.]

creator_raven

[OOM: A long time ago (roughly a month and a half), Moiraine learns the difference between necessity and recklessness. Raven is a very good teacher.]

missginnytonic.livejournal.com

Ginny has been spending a lot of time around the bar these past couple days. Really can't be blamed much. Her mum is driving her crazy with cleaning and what not. so she comes in were she's not likely to have to clean........ or that's what she's hoping for.

prydeful

Kate's on security.

She figures that means that while she'd kind of rather be doing sword forms out by the lake, the better thing to do is to settle on the back of a couch and sip coffee and watch to see if there's anything that requires attention.

Or, you know, if anyone just wants to talk to her. But it's talking with just enough attention on the room to notice what's going on.

She figures it's a good balance.

gothymcgoth.livejournal.com

Molly, is in the bar.

Still.

And she's a little upset that Harry left. And her father hasn't been around. And this place is starting to feel- stifling.

q_in_training

It's getting late (not moonrise yet, but still late), Ryan's being a pest, school's starting soon, and it's way cooler outside in fake Scotland than it is in southern California.

Mac's leaning against a rock, pretty much flat-out basking in the breeze, and debating whether it'd be worth the mild disgustingness (and the rumor she heard a while back of there being a shark in the lake) to shuck off her shoes and dunk her bare feet in the water.

captainryan.livejournal.com

There was quite a bit of howling last night due to the black werewolf calling for his mate. He knows she won't come out, but it doesn't stop him from shouting hello, honey! (Or the canine equivalent thereof.)

Tonight there's a chorus of cheerful starting the hunt howls, followed by cheerful made the kill howls, followed by cheerful I'm all full howls. Yeah, Angie probably doesn't really understand any of that but it's the thought that counts.

[OOC: Um. Semi-plot locked. If interested in a thread, please ping moonlup on AIM before tagging, thanks!]