milliways_bar | Sep. 8th, 2007

Sep. 8th, 2007

dragonofgrey.livejournal.com

Draco had been out back, playing with Alhena. Still trying to relax. The door was calling again, much as he didn't want to admit. Things weren't over back home. There was still the war, and the school year was only halfway over. But it can wait. Or at least, he thought it could. At least for a little while.

He and the wolf cub were coming back into the bar, and about to head over to a certain table. Feel free to catch them on the way though.

(ooc: as with any recent Draco EP, watch for DH spoilers)

oneman_onevote

[OOM: Back in the city, Havelock returns to the Guild.

That's totally all. Really.]

stuck-mynock.livejournal.com

( Note for Sam Linnfer. )

mogget_cat

One of the pillows on that chair near the fireplace is purring.

Hopefully that will be enough to keep people from sitting on the purring pillow.

Said pillow would most likely welcome scritches, however.

Purr.

Current Mood: content

themerlin

[OOM: Merlin's 10 - Year 3 - The Year of War In which war breaks out again across Merlin's homeland and he rides alone, doing what little he can.]

action-antihero.livejournal.com

[OOM: Millitimed to just after the genderswap, Michelle's back at home, and she and Jack finally get a chance to talk about a few things.]

dark-ex-watcher.livejournal.com

Wesley Wyndham-Pryce sits in one of the booths, staring at a stuffed bunny.

It wasn't her actual stuffed animal, of course. That Feigenbaum was long gone, lost on another world. Or perhaps on many worlds, each one sharing the same tragedy, the same pointless loss of a young woman's life. So, no. This wasn't the 'real' Feigenbaum. Any more than that woman who had walked through the Door for one last time had been 'his' Fred.

And yet. And yet.

Not 'his' Fred. Never his Fred. But she had been no less genuine. No mere copy. The ache still consuming him from within all these many days later proved that much.

And so, perhaps to torment himself even further, he had asked Bar to produce a replica. A simple enough task, accomplished in barely a second. Feigenbaum had been precious and well-loved, but he had not been the only stuffed animal of his kind. And so here 'he' was. But looking much too new. Hopelessly artificial. Never loved and never to be loved.

Wesley set him--set it--gently on the table and ordered another drink.

didntseeit.livejournal.com

Today, Ajedrez is neither reading nor scowling at the lack of a front door nor getting drunk. No, not today.

Today she is cleaning her guns. Well, one of them. She doesn't quite feel safe enough with a certain ex-boyfriend in Milliways to have both out of commission. She would be in her room, except the desk has been taken over by books and last time she cleaned on the floor, there was a bit of an accident with the oil and the carpet.

So, she's in the bar proper, seated at a table a little out of the way, cleaning her favourite handgun. Other girls got dictionaries when they went off to college, Ajedrez got a SIG Sauer P232.

She's also signing softly, and if you are close enough you might even catch the words.

"Juliet says hey it's Romeo you nearly gimme a heart attack
He's underneath the window she's singing hey la my boyfriend's back"

Current Music: Romeo and Juliet - Dire Straits

hapan-heiress.livejournal.com

Allana's in the bar. She's actually in an armchair, with a large lollipop (like the one in the icon) and a story book and her tauntaun named Jacen.

She's all decked out for an awesome afternoon. Botherable.

trial-is-war.livejournal.com

Sebastian is starting to get this 'bar at the end of the universe' thing figured out. As much as one can 'figure out' a bar which appears through random doorways on his version of Earth and when he steps through, he ends up in a lovely establishment with aliens, talking animals, robots, and God knows what else.

He's too busy to really think about how it works, but when he steps into the bar this afternoon, he's humming Sinatra to himself, obviously in a pleasant mood.

This is what happens when the Shark gets a kill.

Or at least a very good closing argument from one of his minions.

Find him at a booth with a drink you probably can't afford and a devious little smirk plastered on his face. Victory. Ah, the joys of being the best.

scurlock

[OOM: A few letters are written, for later if they're needed.]

When Doc comes downstairs from the rooms, he has a determined look in his eyes. He walks out the back door of Milliways and to the stables, where he checks on the stock, makes certain everyone is fed and cared for. He leaves a note for the smith to make him a few more shoes when he gets a chance, as well as what owner should pay for materials.

Then he heads back inside.

He stops at the Bar to have a quick bit of lunch -- chili with bread and a glass of milk -- and then stands up to leave when he's finished.

A napkin materializes on the wooden surface, with the script: You missed a spot.

Doc can't help smile as he picks up the napkin and wipes his mouth again, then sets it on top of his bowl. The bowl disappears and a double shot of whiskey appears in it's place. He stares at it for a long moment, before he lifts the glass to his lips and downs it.

"Thank you, ma'am," he murmurs, before he turns and walks for the Front Door. It opens -- it has been opening for days now -- and then he steps through, into the darkness.

The only sign of his departure is the few stray pieces of hay that have fallen through, and sit there after the door clicks shut behind him.

ooc: No comments, he's quite bound and determined on getting out of the Bar before anyone tries to stop him. The letters aren't even 'written', just wanted to have him do the action in case they're needed later. He will be back, I promise.

themerlin

[OOM: Merlin's 10 - Year 4 - The Year of Defeat - In which Merlin faces an old foe.]

missginnytonic.livejournal.com

It's been an interesting week or two in her world. Can't really say one way or the other how she really feels about it maybe because she feels too much. But then again that could be to expected. But its okay now. She's in Milliways were she's always felt safe. Most of the time. She settles in a both.

She is highly botherable

(OOC: probable Deathly Hallow Spoilers)

zeebaeataz.livejournal.com

brrrrrzzz What was that sound? Whatever it was it was getting louder, and then, the door popped open to admit...

A crocodile... on a segway. Followed by another on foot, "ees brilliant idea! Zeeba never knows what heet heem!" Of course, this brilliant idea was quickly overshadowed by: "ooooh"

Neither of them, nor the rest, had installed a bar in their front hall, but it was there now, so clearly someone had.

almost-chosen.livejournal.com

Neville turned seventeen yesterday, which means he can do magic outside of school now.

He's fairly sure you can't Apparate without meaning to, though, and if Gran had turned the front door into a Portkey for some reason, he's sure she would have told him, so how he ended up in a bar is beyond him.

"--Er," says the confused teenage wizard standing near the door.

[OOC: Neville is currently pre-Deathly Hallows, though there's a possible spoiler warning if anyone who isn't pre-DH tags him.]

[OOC again: ~~Mun has to run for a few hours, but will be back to tag up later.~~ Back, and by executive decision, all threads are Millitimed to before Rabastan-Neville.]

foxy-rogue.livejournal.com

The door bursts open, and a fox (no really) in a green tunic (not kidding) and a beige hat (complete with red feather) strolls into the bar, bow in hand and quiver slung over his slim shoulders.

This fox is in an extraordinarily good mood. Dreamily good, even, singing under his breath as he half walks, half waltzes along.
"Once, we watched a lazy world go by..." He has a good voice. Especially for a fox.

the_cupbearer

Ganymede manages to look only mildly perturbed as the door he'd been walking through leads him into a bar he's never seen before. There's still a vague confusion about his face, but the strange things he's encountered on (or on account of the residents of) Olympus trump this, to some extent. So, he manages to look calm as he struts over to the bar, an ingrained showiness in each step, sits down on a stool with a toss of his hair, and orders something to drink.

His eyes don't even widen that much when the drink just appears on the bar, right in front of him.

Still, a close observer might notice the slight twitchiness in the way the beautiful, young man sits or a mild nervousness in the manner in which he glances over his shoulder and scans the room, every few minutes...because doors that lead to the wrong place are one thing, and being lost is another. He's not sure he's ever been lost, since Zeus swept him up to Olympus.

It's just a little bit frightening.

oh-wowee.livejournal.com

Pickles, Skwisgaar and Toki are sitting over near the fireplace, toasting each other on a concert well-played. After all, nobody in the audience died, everyone had a good time, and they summoned nothing but an electrical storm.
In addition to Pickles' usual bottle fortress, there's also a few dozen more bottles, but then again, who's counting?

Fans, groupies, and passerby are welcome to butt into their reverie at any point. Just remember, Pickles might bite if anyone touches his booze.

Current Music: Burzum - Stemmen Fra Taarnet

hippodamio

Hektor is nearly at the end of the book he has to learn, and is looking forward to trying out Sonezu's teachings upon his return to Troy. That is, of course, a thing that will not happen if he is unfit to go with the older men into battle. After all, the book speaks of war as an art, and it does not do to undertake any great work from a standing start. So he is outdoors again, with his spear and sword, both of bronze. One of the hay-bales from near the stables is doing duty as his target for practicing spear-thrusts. The sword work will come later, once he is quite sure of his spear-arm again.

stubborn-annie.livejournal.com

One day, if she's lucky, Annie will figure out exactly how to get someone trustworthy to run the bakery while she's gone, and someone else to help Spoon and Harry with the farm, and someone else to take her mobile phone away and make her stop worrying. And then she will take a vacation. For now, Milliways will have to do.

She's got tea and a spot by the fire, and a small stack of chocolate biscuits she brought from home if anyone's interested.

misterparker.livejournal.com

Parker is bleeding through a bandage on his arm, drinking good tequila out of a shot glass.

He hasn't noticed the blood yet - just the smell of the bar and the flow of strangers.

benloserz.livejournal.com

Here Milliways: once again, have a Plain Common Guy. Ben does not do magic, does not build engines of wonder, he does not read ancient books, and he surely does not act in some specially unusual way that draws the eye.

Oh no, he does not look particularly distressed either.

The boy is just relaxing, reading a gaming magazine and having a soda to escort the fries he is consuming.

Pretty much bland in a place full of wonders.

bigheadedchild.livejournal.com

The door opens and shuts rather abruptly, as a small boy with a large head (currently suffering a visible scrape, and a bit of dirt, possibly with a side of bruises) ducks inside. Someone with a sharp eye might catch a glimpse of an slightly off-kilter ~~school~~ skool hallway, with a crowd of belligerent children approaching.

Dib pauses, panting, his eyes darting about warily, the fight-or-flight instinct quite clearly still active in his brain. Then something almost visibly clicks in his brain, and he relaxes with a sigh.

"Milliways. Huh. I didn't know I could get here from skool. Wish I'd known sooner," he mutters to himself. He shakes his head a little, and then turns, opens the door, and peers out at what he left behind.

He grimaces.

"Great."

velocitygirl

[OOM: Inyri has a really bad dream, but Wes is there to make it better. N'aww.]

youalleverybody.livejournal.com

Liam finished the last of his business in the bar, and left, some days ago. He won't be back. The Fawkes brothers are gone too, not to return.

All there is to show they were here, now, is a black guitar-shaped stone at the edge of the forest, and the grave it guards. It only has a few simple words.

CHARLIE PACE
BROTHER, HUSBAND, FRIEND

HE DIED FOR OTHERS

If anyone wants to visit... it's not going anywhere.

dr_temperance

Sixteen hours.

That's how long it's been since Booth has checked in.

He had gone out to Baltimore to try to pick up a lead on a retired/presumed dead hit man when he'd gone incommunicado. A hit man who had dispatched his victims in some rather gruesome ways. Which is why there's a tense set to Brennan's mouth and shoulders when she comes into the bar.

She knows that it's a long shot--looking for Booth in Milliways. If he was all right he would have contacted her by now. But she also knows that she needs the time in the bar to mentally regroup.

To prepare for whatever might be coming next.

[Probable spoilers for The Killer in the Concrete.]

shadowsfound.livejournal.com

There are some arguments, Kevin had learned, that you just aren't going to win. It doesn't matter what your side of anything is, or how smart you are.
People dig in their heels and say "yes" or "no", and won't be moved.

Somehow, he hadn't expected to run into that attitude tonight.

However. Sooraya was hellbent on getting OUT of the infirmary. He'd pointed out that she was still healing. Even though the doctors, yes, were on the premises, shouldn't she wait before--

Halfway through that statement, he'd realized that he had -precisely- two choices: help her get where she wanted to go, or she'd walk even if she bled every step of the way.

So now, there's one X-Man and one rookie mutant headed for the elevator. Kevin
carried her, telling her flatly to shut up about it. She wasn't heavy. "Just a royal pain in the..."

Shortly later, he slipped downstairs long enough to ask Bar for some food and a sleeping bag. Botherable at any point.

argyle_princess

Hannah wasn't expecting to come into the bar this evening, and that's probably clear from the way her arrival brings her up short.

After a moment, though, she makes her way directly over to Bar, where she's not expecting any news. Instead, she gets a letter from Commodore Lyon telling her there's news it's better to give in person (whatever the hell that means), and the return of a letter that hasn't been delivered in her absence.

Whatever the commodore's news is, then, it's not that Henry is back.

Hannah shoves both pieces of paper into her pocket and looks around for a place to sit.

gone_byebye

The great thing about suddenly having a computer for a physical brain is that you can read and access all kinds of reference material almost infinitely faster than you could as an organic lifeform. The not so great thing is that very few of the texts on forms of magic relevant to your situation have been digitized yet, even in 2007.

The really and truly sucky thing is when you combine those two facts with the fact that you no longer have hands.

So much for research. Ecto-1 is just gonna roll into the Bar as slowly and carefully as possible and start inching towards the back door in the hopes that it'll get mysteriously large enough to let the Caddy hearse out for a breather.

bothan-rebel.livejournal.com

Asyr is downstairs tonight, data pad in hand, the remains of dinner in front of her.

Indian food seems to have grown on her--particularly the spices.

Right now she's bent over her datapad, neck fur ruffling as she notices something in an old mission report that seems--out of place.

This may be a problem.

kinshou-kitsune.livejournal.com

The sun is starting to set by the Sound casting shades of golds, reds, purples, and oranges across the sands. Standing barefooted in red silk tai chi clothing the Kitsune kami moves in slow but fluid movements. Each step or place of the foot is controled with a measure of balance and mastery keeping the blade she wields from hurting her.

With her to bright eyes closed she moves through the steps- shooting star chasing the moon becomes tiger holds its head then the birds return to the forest. Different forms, different stances in a never ending flow.

People are welcome to watch or interrupt her. Inari will not complain for the company.

gonna_live

If nothing else --

Kaylee needs a very stiff drink.

She's sitting at the bar with a very tall, very broad strawberry margarita, chin in hand.

"Could've gone worse," she says to the air.

When she leaves she's going back to Crowley's on Londinium, and not back to Serenity; there will undoubtedly be more alcohol in the offing.

Still. She ought to at least wait a little and see if anything's exploded in her absence, either here or back home.

ironside-pixie.livejournal.com

[OOM: An OOM three months in the making - You lose your memories, things happen, Kaye and Ichigo talk on the night of Midsummer Amnesia Plot]

[OOC: See what I did there. I made it seem like it was supposed to take three months. Yes. I win. Millitimed to the Amnesia plot thing. Despite icon there is no hugging and NO-ONE is wearing a pink shirt.]

Current Mood: nervous

there-is-a-me.livejournal.com

Spoon is out at his usual practise area, bare chested and bare footed, with his sword. He's finished his initial pre-warm up warm up and is into the warm up...Spoon may, possibly, stress a little more than he should when it comes to anything having to do anything with his teacher.

Yes. Hero worship. He's mostly got it under control. Mostly. There is less cringing like a whipped dog! Or...acting like a puppy. Lets just say that Spoon will never, ever, ever have stoneface and go from there.

Regardless, he's out by the lake waiting.

((Any threads will be Millitimed to prior to the thread with Lan.))

un_fallen

Raguel's got the feeling that someone is looking over his shoulder. Not in a prying way; just there, constant, and it's not someone he looks forward to seeing.

He's looked back twice for his unwelcome visitor and, finding no one, resumed his old habit of sitting with his back to a wall. He's near enough to the bar to be sociable (now there's a new one) and far enough toward the corner that he can see who comes in through either door.

He swirls his beer, unaccountably fidgety.

amateur-spy.livejournal.com

There are some things you grow accustomed to when you're in the business of intelligence. For example: walking into a room, or a building, that by all accounts shouldn't be there. These sorts of things happen all the time. They're the territory of diabolical criminal masterminds bent on dealing in absolute secrecy. Of course they fail. That's how their secret chambers are discovered, by the people who by all accounts shouldn't be there but are by the grace of some slip-up on the mastermind's part. Or on the part of a mastermind's minion. It's always a little bit surprising to stumble upon these places, but the thing to remember is that there's always an explanation, always a reason why that place is there. It's some vital clue to fully seeing what the enemy did there.

So there has to be some reason why this door has lead Emma Peel to a pub quite different than the village pub. Perhaps the secret behind this mystery is that the town is full of drunks who get their kicks from creating unnecessary speakeasies. Things do become more interesting when there's a touch of the forbidden. Or maybe there's another explanation for it that has nothing to do with her odd sense of humor. The latter is more likely. Regardless, she is not, as far as she knows, in friendly territory. Thus the necessary precaution of walking into the bar as if she meant to come here all along--not as if she is a confused newbie who wants to know where she is. This works most of the time. She hopes it will work now. There are far too many people in the bar to fight if it doesn't.

snap-time.livejournal.com

Larry's at a table, with some coffee. The bar caught him after the end of his shift again, and he's not one to turn down a chance to stay awake on his way home and not have to pay for it.
...Well, not have to pay for it now, at least - he's noticed the tab board. But he can worry about that another time.

guppy_sandhu

Guppy is by the fire, consuming a bagel, ignoring his mobile and wearing a slightly bewildered expression. The latter in an attempt to work out whether or not he is being chatted up by someone.

He does however appear to have slept, which is always good.