milliways_bar | Sep. 14th, 2007

Sep. 14th, 2007

otherlife.livejournal.com

Fairly late in the evening, Sorve is down in the bar. He is, once again, wearing a short, simple sundress and nothing else, not even shoes -- it's too hot here for his Karhidish blood, and regrettably (and bafflingly) there is a rule here against wearing nothing. His choice of attire does little to clarify his gender to any onlookers -- he is clearly flat-chested with almost boyish facial features, but his body is small and slight and his movements quick and graceful like a girl's. His skin and hair are dark, his eyes tilted downwards, his nose fine and narrow.

He is, tonight, sitting ON a table, watching the observation window with a mug of beer and a completely unreadable expression. He does not seem unhappy -- rather, thoughtful.

He would more than welcome any strangers to come speak to him.

scourgeofpiracy.livejournal.com

[OOM: Back in his world, James Norrington has a dream.]

kayip.livejournal.com

[OOM: Revelations in the morning hours.]

milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com

Wells is in a supremely foul mood this morning, thanks largely to yet another fruitless round of searching for Spoon. We're talking a real winner of a bad mood here, the kind of thing that drove other universes to go "MMM TASTY PROSIUM" as an alternative to letting the mood loose in the rest of the population.

This is why he's outside, beating the living daylights out of the heavy bag. He knows better than to pick up his gun when he's in this kind of a temper. He'll be coming inside later, whether for breakfast or for lunch, but not until he's safe to go within walls.

gone_byebye

Research is proceeding apace on both sides of the door, so far as Ray knows; with any luck either the Ghostbusters or Dominic Deegan will be making a breakthrough sometime soon into the current predicament. For his part, he's been wading into the murky waters of occult research and anthropological investigation of channeling claims on the Internet. It is really not pretty out there in the Great Series of Tubes, to the degree that he had to take a break, pick up Ecto from the Firehouse, and head out to Queens for a while. They spent most of today watching the planes take off and land at the Marine Air Terminal at La Guardia, like they usually do on Sundays.

It's kind of weird to see it from this perspective.

Anyway, that helped restore some of his equilibrium, so he's dropped Ecto off with the others again and backed out the Firehouse door to get himself into Milliways. Either there'll be new information here, or he'll at least get to wheel his way out back and get some non-citified air through his radiator. (Or possibly get his currently non-existent pants scared off by Unicron again, but he's deliberately not thinking about that right now.)

synapse-circuit.livejournal.com

It's J.C.'s turn for duty: he sits at a table near the Front Door, where he can check out any arrivals and also maintain a good view of the rest of the bar. Right now, most of his attention seems to be focused on a sketchpad on the table and the pencil he's drawing on it with. Something's caused him to resume the old childhood habit of drawing pictures, except he's drawing what he sees, rather than drawing something out of his imagination.

If you've been sitting in one place for a decent amount of time, then the picture on the sketchpad might be you.

[OOC: Warning for slowtimes throughout the day.]

themerlin

[OOM: Merlin's 10 - Year 10 - The Year of The Rebirth - In which Merlin learns what the cost of his success and his healing was, and finds a new life beginning, as well as the key to an old life returning.]

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

Ace came into the bar to get more coffee (a lot more coffee) and to check the Bar for any notices/letters/ransom notes.

She managed to get the coffee, at least. She then sat down at a table (not the couch, the couch was too comfy) and started writing out more places to look. She has a system now - she's searching in specific spots, each a set distance in time and space from the last, to ensure less chance of missing Spoon by accident. If he's even in the universe she's searching in. If he's still alive.

But Ace doesn't get very far. She doesn't sleep very often, but she does need sleep occassionally, and she's been up for a week and a half, her time.

Pyro with a half-empty cup of coffee, face down, drooling on her notebook, utterly asleep. Suzi would be happy, anyway.

is-out-there.livejournal.com

After closing their latest case and feeling decidedly anticlimactic about it, Mulder felt some light reading was in order. He'd been meaning to reread the entirely absurd, but equally interesting, book he'd bought at a sci-fi convention a few years ago, theorizing alien foreplay rituals; he'd lost it, however, somewhere in the recesses of his closet. As he started to sort through the clutter, he pushed aside some boxes that he was reasonably certain had been there before he'd even moved in, and paused when he noticed a door.

Ever curious, he turned the knob and pushed it open, his eyes widening as he stepped through the doorway and into...a bar? That certainly wasn't the usual thing that happened when one rifled through their closet.

"I guess I should have cleaned it out a long time ago," he mused.

his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com

[OOM: In Jamaica, Sarah Jane and James begin to talk. Until sleepiness gets the better of both of them]

mnt_mike

It would be a bad idea for Mike to be seated at Bar, what with all the glue and sparkles and pipe cleaners being bandied about. Yes today is Arts and Crafts day at Milliways. Mike has taken over one of the many Out-ofthe-Way booths for this his latest project.

That sound you just heard?
It's not a mad cackle.
Not at all.

ushouldcwhatic.livejournal.com

John had a troubling vision the other night, and today, he seemed troubled while he had some lunch. It was bad. Comparable to the on-going visions of Armageddon and Stillson that he continued to have. Instead of going home, he had crashed out in his new room here. Trying to figure out what was going on.

no-sin-but.livejournal.com

It does sometimes happen, and with Marlowe more than most, but some days you just wake up, and the world...

Well.

Sucks.

(He would put it slightly more eloquently than that, probably, but then again he was a peasant boy)

And so today, Marlowe is in the Bar feeling far, far more cynical than normal. Consider that a warning.

alwaysroomforhope

Her training routine is over (what with sword practice added in that takes up the better part of a day -- or night -- even with Spoon still mysteriously not showing up for lessons) and Steph's showered and washed her hair, and painted her finger- and toe-nails, and cleaned up the suite, and then made cookies...

There just seems to be a lot of hours in the day, these days. Regardless, Steph's reading now, with her feet propped up on the table and her chair swaying dangerously on two legs, Security badge clearly visible.

there-is-a-me.livejournal.com

OOM: Adjusting to the life you've got.

tristranthorn

[OOM: It cannot be any sweeter than this, as the fallen star and the half-mortal faerie-born man make canon-history. The way they go about it is, as to be expected, unconventional, but oh - it is lovely anyway.

For the record: it tastes distinctly of sap.]

destroy_restart

There was a Tarot card in the bar, anthropomorphically personified as a middle-aged man smoking a big cigar and drinking scotch.

Tower was having a time out from being fateful and dire and just people-watched for a moment.-

[[OOC: Please read his user info before tagging. Thanks!]]

undignified

Wes Janson's behind the Bar, still all bruised up and with a black eye.

... he has several other people helping him today. Not all of them actual bartenders.

It's pot luck.

wellthrownstone.livejournal.com

Drinks
Flying Monkey
Quick Fox
Pearl Necklace

And behind the counter is a rather tall young(ish) man in tunic and leggings, a crown sitting behind him with some of the bottles, along with an ermine-lined cloak.

Someone was almost late.

themerlin

It had been ten years since Merlin had left Milliways, ten years of war, magic, and loss. She had missed it desperately, and with a passion she had never forgotten in the years of toil. When she stepped back into Milliways, changed, possessed of a new look, and weary, she smiled, eyes alight with the same golden light that had always been there.

She was clad in robes of brown as she bounced to Bar and placed a hand on Her surface.

"Hello, fair lady. Forgive mine absence, for I have missed thee dearly."

A large mug of the finest ale appeared, and Merlin's face split in a grin as she raised it in salute to Bar.

"Tis good to be back."

She smiled as she turned to look around the Bar(a part of her mind noted that the Door was gone again), and she raised the drink again and took a long pull.

"Definitely good to be back."

guppy_sandhu

Guppy looks a little on the tired side tonight; the aftermath of yesterday's MAJAX more than his generic brand of sleep problems. St James' is overrun with people who gave up trying to get served last night, as well as the usual assortment of drunks, stoned people and general thugs associated with a Friday night.

He's settled with a coffee and a Journal of Bacteriology near the infirmary, taking a break. And he has his sign up. A change is as good as a rest it seems.

The doctor is in

almost-chosen.livejournal.com

Okay, nobody told Neville that Milliways had a replica of the Hogwarts lake out back.

Not an exact replica--there's only one greenhouse, and there's no stables or firing range or smithy at Hogwarts, and he's pretty sure he's never noticed that inlet before, but the lake and the surrounding area are, for the most part, the same.

The next question is, obviously, whether or not the plants are the same, which leaves Neville happily Herbologizing outside the bar.

Just wait until he realizes there's seaweed that belongs in the Caribbean in that inlet.

[OOC: Mun reaching maximum thread capacity for Friday night brain, alas, and going to have to ask for no new threads. Neville will be around again before too long. :D]

young_womble

If you watch carefully, Wellington is outside, Wombling. Collecting any litter he can find in the grounds.

And hiding behind shrubbery whenever he sees anyone coming.

blackholesandrevelations

If you heard that tapping noise tonight, it most likely came from the table where John Crichton sat, as he tapped at the table idly, staring off into the distance, his thoughts neither here nor there.

A Budweiser sweated slowly on his table, relatively still full.

Every so often, he shifted. It let people know he was still awake--or alive.

Botherable.

Current Mood: blah

mistressmaryquitecontrary

Mary is not exactly resting easier in her mind after her conversation with Merriman.

So she's frowning thoughtfully down at the book open in front of her - it's a Bullfinch's Mythology, open to the story about Persephone, with an illustration of the girl slipping into the underworld - and the cup of tea beyond that is mostly untouched.

gabriel_tam

He knows that Regan is likely to be less than pleased when she hears about this. Still, right now he's restless enough that he's willing to chance it for the opportunity to get out of the few rooms in the New Mayfair house where he's been recuperating.

And so, moving slowly and with extreme care, Gabriel Tam comes through the front door into Milliways. There are newly-healed scars on the left side of his jaw and throat; he's leaning heavily on a cane and clearly breathing with some difficulty, but he's evidently very determined.

Fortunately, it's not far to the nearest table.

jedi-exile.livejournal.com

Kira's in the bar, babies with her of course.

She's in a booth, with the carriers on the tables, both of the girls in them, quiet and asleep.

Yay.

Kira's sort of following suite, drifting off. Wake her up!

missginnytonic.livejournal.com

Ginny's been busy with things in her world. Thinking and dealing with the going ons in her world. She wonders her way around to a table then sits down thinking twisting a bit of hair around her finger. Trying to figure out how to handle what is going on in her world while seeking a haven in the bar.

[ooc: Ginny is DH Cannon so spoilers bound to happen]

greatestinvader.livejournal.com

Just to make sure it wasn't some sort of unstable wormhole that opened up, Zim spent a whole day doing tests on his base, before installing a door just for Milliways.

And he stepped back into it, "Ah yes, nothing like the fresh scent of DOOoom in the morning." He goose-walked his short self over to the bar, hopped up onto the stool and ordered. "A bowl of snax and a frostee-shake." With a few Moneys on the bar and gesturing with grabby-hands, his order was soon being devoured most heartily with nomnom noises included.

"Snaaaax."

One Irken, looking fully gleeful that the whole universe was exploding before him. Come pester!

theravenboy

"So we are not going to have a television channel, are we?" Bran Davies is saying in Welsh, as the door opens. "I should be more concerned, if I ever watched--"

He switches abruptly to English, closing the door behind him. "Well, then."

mogget_cat

Yrael can be seen in his usual place upon the couch, tonight, scribbling furiously into a five-subject notebook that is already almost completely filled with the intricate pattern of tiny symbols. Every page but the last few is covered front and back with the short-hand versions of multitudes of tiny Charter marks, linked together in a meshwork of short black lines.

This project is big enough that Yrael needs every spare inch of the couch.

Every last one. Essential.

Clearly.

Current Mood: busy

boundxkitty

[OOM: Time at home...and away from friends. Going home is one thing, being bound there is another...]

The moment the door was open, Elizabeth's hands were up and massaging her temples again, her eyes closed. She could navigate the hallway easily without watching. Only...two steps into Milliways she freezes. She knew the scent of the Cafe like her own Pard, and not just because they spent a lot of time there. Eyes still closed, she drops her hands to her sides and inhales deeply, not trusting the first couple of breaths she'd taken. Slowly opening her eyes, she takes everything in.

After a moment to make sure that she really is back again, her head whips around to where the door should be. And isn't. 'Bound again...' is the thought that runs through her mind as she makes her way into a near-by chair not even checking if there is someone sitting at the table. Sitting for a moment is a good thing. Lets her take everything in again. Though if she's seated at your table? Just poke her. She didn't mean it, and she won't bite. Really.

penderwydd

Tegid found himself in Milliways, again! This would be getting old if time passed normally for him on the other side of the door. Since it didn't he was quite happy with being here. He wondered how Llew would find this.

He tapped his way to the bar. Still a little nervous about talking to furniture, although wonderful furniture, he ordered a mug of ale.

Bar seemed to be sensitive to his condition as the ale appeared in between his hands. He drank.

gone_byebye

[OOM: "Trading was way up on the New York Soul Exchange today..."]

The door opens on an alley in New York City. "Bipedalism TOTALLY ROCKS," Ray announces as he steps through it. "Hello, Milliways! Bar? Can I have the green stuff now, please? I can actually drink things again!"

The glass full of dark green, faintly opalescent, potentially self-motile stuff appears on the Bar top. Ray picks it up and grins. "He's back in New York sleeping the spell-work off, so I'll wait to drink to him until he gets back, but Bar? Dominic Deegan's next five drinks are on my tab."

queenofmay

Since Marian has been training Ingress on court intrigue, she's started to miss home more. So there was no missing the sudden color that blossomed into her cheeks and eyes where she stepped through the House of Arch painting and caught sight of her returned Front Door.

Home.

She was going Home soon.

It breathed as a miracle in her mind.

But, as it was standing there waiting for her, she could at least give it the time to take her secuirty shift with tea and dinner.

Company would be divine.

un_fallen

Raguel is sitting by the lake, leaning back against a tree trunk. He’s within sight of the beach but not on it; he’s been flying hard and it’s too hot over there. Much nicer under a tree, he thinks, where he’s got shade and something to lean on.

Breathing may not be strictly necessary, but waiting for it to slow gives him a good excuse to close his eyes and relax. More or less.

night-hibiscus.livejournal.com

It's getting cooler out there, and Yuna remembers clearly what it was like last year; she's taking the opportunity to swim a little bit more before all of summer has leaked away.

(And if there are bittersweet memories out there--Spira's entire sea is bittersweet memories. It's something you learn to take in stride.)

She's a lot less chilled than an Earth human would be, but she's looking forward to a hot cup of tea, when she re-enters the bar. Her clothes absorb water and dry quickly; the only sign of her swim is the wet tangles of her hair.