milliways_bar | Sep. 10th, 2007

Sep. 10th, 2007

ryoko-set-free.livejournal.com

Ryoko's at a table, finishing off her dinner. She's been reading up on surfing, witness the book on the table, but all that's done is make it more irritating to be Bound. Now that she's got a reason to want to go home, the door's continued refusal to show up was becoming irksome.

Still, a small decanter of warm sake does wonders, and she's considering another before going out for a night flight. Conversation is good too, and/or a drinking buddy.

dust-to-order.livejournal.com

Sooraya isn't recovered and she knows it. She also knows that she can't wait weeks or longer to go back. A few days, maybe, but no longer.

Using her 'dust form' to get to the elevator works out, since by luck the hall from Ford's room to there is empty. And her 'roommate' is asleep. They'd both had a tense past week.

Not long after, she's at Bar, face hidden by her cloak, but her movements stiff and sore as she leaves notes for a few people, including Caitlin.

( Caitlin Fairchild )

Right. She glances at the door home, hesitates, then turns away for now.
Upstairs it is.

((no tags for this one, please. Next time!))

longlonghair

Rapunzel and Alex had been somewhat surprised to receive a letter from Tom Riddle, and had discussed the matter of letting Allie attend school in the House of Arch. Now, with a reply in hand, Rapunzel goes comes down to the bar and leaves a sealed envelope addressed to Mr. Riddle.

"Bar, would you please see to it that Mr. Tom Riddle gets this letter, please?"

When it vanishes, she murmurs a quiet thank you, and heads back up the stairs to her rooms.

slayer_fray

Badge? Check.
Gun? Check.
Axe thing that only an idiot would call a scythe? Check.
Multicoloured hair? Check.
Random bandage over miscellaneous wound, lets say.... upper arm? Check.

Mel's just sitting on the bar, swinging her feet and drinking watermelon juice with tapioca pearls, but really there's enough reason to talk to her right there.

there-is-a-me.livejournal.com

Out in Dardania and the full moon.

dr_temperance

[OOM: When playing the Waiting Game, it's always good to have something to occupy you. And Brennan had promised Hannah an update as soon as she learned anything new about Booth.]

[Spoilers for Killer in the Concrete.]

a1enzo

Enzo spent most of the cycle after his second party asleep. He spent most of yesterday writing thank-you notes. (If you gave him a present, there's one waiting for you with the Bar.)

Now he's at a table (in his new uniform, icon regardless), nursing a shake and scrolling through one of his gifts.

The value that can be expressed is not true;
The type that can be constructed is not true. Huh? Where do Booleans come into it?

Current Mood: puzzled

happy-footed.livejournal.com

There's a peculiar tapping noise and a frosty breeze coming from beneath one of the tables.

alorn-bear.livejournal.com

Some days you just wanna shake yourself out of your groove, you know? Things could be going great back home, all the herds could be healthy and all the kids could be getting big and strong, and you still just sort of want to try things out from a different perspective for a while. Call it attention span trouble if you want, even if that's not really right. It happens. Nothing wrong with it.

It just means that at the moment, Belar's doing his Security duty while in the form of a white gyrfalcon perched on one of the tables. He's got his badge propped up against a tankard of ale, and he's got a big ol' roasted chicken for the typically messy lunch of the birds of prey.

gone_byebye

Yesterday Ray came to Milliways to relax and try to think. It is physically and mentally impossible to relax with Unicron around, though, so after yesterday's conversation he turned around and drove back home. New York is just so much easier to deal with sometimes.

He's back today, though. Egon had some really funky findings on his and Ecto's situation, and he'd like to try and find someone to go over them with him. That, and the Firehouse got a telephone call from the National Paranormal Activity Survey folks in Skokie, Illinois. Just because the Robert Mackenzie made it home and Ramirez pinned the ley line back in place doesn't mean that the rest of the state isn't going through its own part of global weirding. It's the kind of story you sort of have to tell somebody.

oh-wowee.livejournal.com

There's a guitarist at the grand piano, lightly tapping the keys, hoping something entirely awesome comes out.

It's not working as well as he'd hoped.

He feels lonely, stagnant and he misses his good pal, Rachel.

This is what artist's block physically looks like, folks!

grumpyseer.livejournal.com

Seers, as a general rule, don't like to be surprised. Not only is it personally upsetting, it's bad for one's professional reputation. If you can see the future, people will say, then why didn't you see that coming, Mister Smartypants?

However, even the most accomplished seer can't hope to know everything that's going to happen. And there are some things that simply can't be predicted. Walking into a bar at the end of the universe when you were expecting the teacher's lounge is one of them.

.

.

.

"What. The. Hell."

Milliways, meet Dominic Deegan, Oracle for Hire.

sime-channel.livejournal.com

Everyone is back to normal, so Suzi is not a sad monkey. Suzi is a happy monkey! In so much as she's a monkey, and face it she's about as far from monkey-hood as...well. She's about three thousand years farther from monkey-hood than the majority of the humans around, anyway. She's cheerfully knitting, and reading, and jingling her ankle bracelet with the level of coordination that really you only get when you're evolved in such a manner as to allow for multitasking beyond the ken of people with only two manipulating appendages.

She's also humming, and about all that can be said is she's on-key.

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

This is not the happy, bouncy Ace of yesterday morning.

This is the Ace who is exceedingly frazzled and who looks like she could very well bite someone, with or without feline help. Specifically, she might have to messily murder whoever took her Spoon away.

Ace is not amused. Not one little bit.

Today, she's going on the attack. She's spread a huge sheet of butcher paper on one of the tables and has proceeded to write upon it with a sharpie. The writing vaguely resembles a particularly ugly algebra problem, just with a lot of symbols not found on Earth.

What she's doing is writing a program for her TARDIS to try and trace Spoon retroactively after he left the TARDIS a few days ago. Gallifreyan equations are painfully complicated.

cheevy.livejournal.com

Here is a Miniver.

In the bar.

For all your rhyming needs.

This is in no way a gratuitous icon post.
[ooc: HAI GUYS HAVE A SPOILER WARNING :D?]

themerlin

[OOM: Merlin's 10 - Year 6 - The Year of Dreams - In which Merlin is rescued, and spends time healing in dream state.]

hero_farmboy

Coffee? Check.

Notebook? Check.

Farmboy? Check.

Seat near the observation window? Well, sort of. It still weirds Clark out more often than not and although tonight seems to be more of a 'not', he's still situated himself far enough away that he can ignore it if he really wants to.

Of course, when one's other option is writing out lists of all the work that needs to be done before winter really sets in, staring out the observation window is winning out a lot more than it should.

penderwydd

Tegid was helping Llew find lodgings for the new arrivals. They were the Eothaeli, refugees who had resisted Meldron. The houses on the crannogs and on the shore would be cozy this Sollen.

Tegid sighed and lifted the covering of the door…

A barrage of noise assaulted him. This was not one of the houses. He did not know these sounds. He cocked his head listening. He heard the rough language that he recognized as the one Llew had been speaking when he first met him. There was s difference though, he understood what was being said.

Tegid grasped the long ask staff that he used for finding his way, this was unprecedented! He touched his face, he felt the strip of cloth still covering his eyes. He felt the strap of his harp around his chest. All was dark.

To those looking on, he was a man of normal height with longish fair hair. He was wearing a long blue cloak folded and clasped at the shoulder, a large bulge underneath his cloak denoted the harp strapped underneath. A strip of blue, faded cloth covers his eyes, and the ash staff he has at hand gives his blindness away.

guppy_sandhu

[oom: Sneakily does it.]

Guppy is by the infirmary, with a black coffee and a moderate hangover (which he maintains wasn't his fault, the barman misheard damnit. Well the first one anyway, after which he forgot not to have more).

He still looks fairly perky though, and if you look carefully, there might be a smidge of lipstick on his cheek.

zeebaeataz.livejournal.com

The crocodiles were without Segway today. With an almost cartoonish noise a series of faces popped in around the doorframe, looking like a strange sort of totem pole, "Seee! Told you ees bar!"

There was a flurry of hissed conversation between them before they broke, scattering through the crowd to disguise themselves and blend in with this new habitat. Maybe if they sat still long enough they'd find a zebra.

It was quite possible that there was one hiding behind your chair, under your table, or attempting to disguise itself with your dishes.

young_womble

Wellington is sitting under a table, making a sign. He's wearing a large coat and bigger hat than usual, so that most of him is covered. He puts the sign on the table.

Polishing service
Shoes: Five new pence per pair
Cutlery or silverwear: Two new pence per item
Other: Price negotiable according to size
Extra penny charge for sharp things.

For service, knock on table.

adamantiumloner

Logan approaches Bar tonight ready for his usual, a beer and something filling. He get's a cold bottle and a bowl of thick beef stew. Nodding in approval he has a seat, taking a moment to look over the sign asking for information on the guy named Spoon he met not to long ago.

Scanning the sign quickly he pauses on the picture and then turns his attention to his meal. He'd head over to a table or booth but refills are more handy here so he stays where he's at.

song_tra_bong

Mary Anne is curled up on one end of a couch tonight. There's a glass of wine on the floor beside her, but her attention is mostly focused on the book in her hands.

It's important to make time for the classics. Doesn't mean she's not up for conversation, though.

bugsandslime

Entomologist in the bar--pacing.

They're all on edge regarding Booth. The FBI agent has been missing for almost a full day now, and the only sign of him they've found is one tooth.

So not good. And Hodgins is feeling less than useless, having processed and double-checked all the evidence they have.

He could probably use a distraction. If he doesn't accidentally run you over first.

evryinchbut1.livejournal.com

Good Lord, it's a waitress!

She's been around, honest.

Your server is: Valerie

Valerie dusts the chalk off her hands, and, grabbing her tray, heads out among the tables and booths of the bar proper.

Feel free to flag her down.

captainryan.livejournal.com

The newest sign on the board is read with idly curiosity, but otherwise ignored by the second English werewolf. It's none of his business if Witherspoon owes someone money. After all, Ryan has no reason to suspect something's up since he never caught Ace's name when they had the food fight, and thus has no way to tie the person who smelled like Spoon with the person who's looking for him now.

So with nothing to distract him, he heads toward a table where he can put his back to the wall while he works on his tea and a book. Still keeping an eye out for trouble, of course.

action-antihero.livejournal.com

With everything that's been going on, Jack hasn't had a moment to clean his gun after all the excitement at home. For some reason, Milliways seems like a great place to do this, though it probably has more to do with wanting to get away from L.A. for a bit and the knowledge that with time passing faster in Milliways than back home, he should probably spend some time watching the goings-on for Security.

So at the moment, Jack's seated at a table, his H&K USP Compact laid out on the tabletop in pieces along with its silencer and a cleaning kit open in front of him. The clip (full) is in his pocket. Not that he's planning to need it, but one never knows.

matrelli.livejournal.com

[OOM: Every friend is now dead.]

lostworldhunter.livejournal.com

Roxton thought better of swimming in the lake yesterday once the squid made its presence known. It didn't seem aggressive, but he cheats death enough by accident without openly taunting it. He ended up exploring the woods instead, and came across the various odd rabbits that make their home there. The plaid furred one was particularly surprising, but it was the fire-breathing ones that really caught his attention.

He's inside now, nursing a burn and reluctant to head home until it heals. He's also wondering if it's worth it to try and capture one of the things for Challenger, or if it would just burn the Treehouse down.

ironside-pixie.livejournal.com

Booths are made for sitting, but not everybody is made for following the rules. Whether you've got something to hide or someone to avoid, the booths are too conspicuous for Kaye's liking. So if you happen to glance under one of them, or trip over a lone playing card, you might find a rather amusing sight. A blonde girl of petite build, her figured folded against the back edge of the wall, playing solitaire. There's just enough light to make out the cards and at least by hiding under a booth you don't have to face certain people, or things you might have done while under the influence of magical fruit.

Yup, life was just perfect.

Current Mood: embarrassed

bring_a_sponge

Oh, look. It's Agent Zed. Just realizing the Landlord's ~~shanghaied~~ ~~hijacked~~ invited him to another visit to his favorite place ever.

Zed sighs. Might as well get a drink.