milliways_bar | Sep. 15th, 2007

Sep. 15th, 2007

dethsplosion.livejournal.com

After plenty of deliberation, it was finally decided, Nathan gets to go to Milliways.

The rules have been explained, he's been told what to expect and even after spending several weeks under the belief most his band mates were severely drunk or having weird hallucinations about Bars at the end of the universe, he did eventually fall for it.

But nothing quite prepares you for that first time through the doors into Milliways, and so there is one blank faced, heavy set, black haired, death metal singer standing near the doorway, with all but one his band around.

He only has one thing to say in a situation like this.

".. Brutal."

Milliways, please welcome Dethklok's very own Nathan Explosion.

( ooc: Four pups, three muns, and a whole load of Heavy Metal. Tag one, expect all! )

gonna_live

[OOM: Good fences make good neighbors.]

original-red.livejournal.com

Jason is in the bar, eating a cupcake. This alone is not much; but he's surrounded by more than a few wrappers left over from others. Five, maybe six.

Those who know him well may fear this upon sight.

there-is-a-me.livejournal.com

OOM: Time passes. Twelve more months of it.

themerlin

Today, a day after arriving back in the bar, Merlin is outside, and is walking along the paths, wandering in nature. She is wearing a dress made of heavy fabric, yet that moves in the light breeze as if much lighter. She is smiling as she stops to peer at small plants and large trees, greeting each with a touch and a word of welcome. Her immersion in Gaia's power has made her more sensitive to life and nature, and she is unsure how long such will last, so she is enjoying it.

She is glad to be back in this place, which has become so much like a home to her, and finds herself eager to learn again of it's ways, even though she has learned that only months have passed for the Bar while years passed for her.

As she walks along, her eyes shimmer golden, and she breathes in the air with a gladness.

emptiedstreets

Ronan Nolan's got a corner booth, table covered with his usual avalanche of school notes, textbooks, and several empty mugs of tea.

He's bobbing his head to the music playing over his headphones; after a moment or two, the Irish wizard begins singing along-- softly at first, and then increasingly loudly as he forgets himself.

"--isolation isolation ISOLATION--"

kittehnpip.livejournal.com

The front door bursts open and two cats come tumbling arse-over-teakettle into Milliways.

They're clearly not ordinary cats. Most house cats aren't quite that large, for one thing. Neither are they bipedal, nor dressed in clothes that look like they were stolen from the set of O Brother, Where Art Thou?.

They pick themselves up off the floor and take a look at their surroundings. "Iz not boxcar," says the smaller of the two.

The larger cat's eyes light up upon glimpsing Bar herself. "No, iz SPEAKEASY!"

grumpyseer.livejournal.com

Dominic woke up in Ray's world two hours ago with a raging headache, a poltergeist trying to give him a wet willy, and a scientist pestering him about how his second sight works. At least two out of the three are things he can actually get away from by coming to Milliways.

He did notice, to his considerable relief, that the door has reappeared for him. Dominic's not going back home just yet, though. He's got a class about to start back in his world, and it wouldn't do to show up in his current condition.

iambetadraconis

Having made himself ready and received his shapeshifting lessons from Asar-Suti [~~NOT DONE. Not even started yet, but for convenience it is~~ Under way!], he's now in the bar for what could be the last time.

Staring at the door that leads home.

No ignoring it any more. Today he has to go home or it'll drive him mad.

But. He will accept the company of a few friends who'd like to talk to him before he goes.

[This is not a retirement post; just Rabastan going back home for DH canon. He'll be back, once he's done what needs to be done.]

Current Mood: blank

scurlock

[OOM: After Doc leaves Milliways, Billy and Will decide that a rescue is in order, outlaw style. And after Will leaves to return to Milliways, and Doc and Billy have a 'discussion', and Doc is not happy with the situation at hand. Millitimed to before Will Scarlett came back most recently, though Doc returns later on his own.]

The door opens to a dark hole in the wall saloon, the faint smell of smoke in the air and the dry scent of dust. Doc steps through, head looking down at the floor. His hair is messed and his beard is starting to grow back, and he's clutching the barrel of his rifle in his free hand. When he looks up, and sees that it's Milliways, he kicks the door shut hard with a boot.

(We're sorry Bar, nothing personal, sometimes it just makes you feel better to kick things and slam doors.)

He stalks his way to a booth and immediately claims it for his own. The rifle goes on top of the table, as do his revolvers. He asks a waitrat to bring him stuff to clean the guns with, and then sets about unloading them and taking them apart. His hands are shaking, but he'll pass it off as being tired.

(He's botherable. Just don't try and sneak up on him.)

thechaosbringer

This is an EP.

It is for Unicron.

There is not much to say here, other than he's outside again.

That's because the mun can't think of anything to say.

So. We'll just say "Unicron is here. And if you're here, you can meet him. Just don't get too close. He might suck you in if he yawns".

...........

Do robots yawn?

Current Mood: relaxed

gone_byebye

Ray would currently be the happiest biped on the face of the planet, were Milliways an actual planet. It's not, though- it's situated on some kind of funky asteroid, which he hasn't been able to investigate much further than that- so he's just gonna be an extremely gleeful bipedal humanoid in the Bar for a while. Later, he might go outside and walk.

With feet. HOORAY FEET.

.... look, you'd feel the same way if you just spent a week trying not to think about the fact that parts of your body were doing complete 360 degree rotations multiple times per second without anything coming apart.

guppy_sandhu

[oom: It never rains]

Guppy is in the bar, near the fire, flopped on the couch.

Occasionally he yawns.

young_tmriddle

OOM: Tom Riddle escorts Rapunzel into the House of Arch for a tour of the school to ensure it would be suitable for Allie.

Also, right before the new school year began, old and new House of Arch teachers turn out for a back to school night.

mr-ryan-wolfe.livejournal.com

He wonders if you can get stir crazy, Cabin fever or what ever you want to call it in a place this large with so much to offer. still not having any luck with the door. So he takes a seat at the bar looking around. Hoping he gets back to his world soon.

were-needed.livejournal.com

Steed is at the bar, having a glass of champagne.

He doesn't need an excuse. And he will, naturally, share.

will_scarlett

Sometimes the world is just tiring, Doc's back but not happy.

Will's been spending time with Molly, but most of the time, they talk and he ends up almost half asleep in her arms since at least with her the nightmares aren't too bad.

The list of who needs helping and what needs to be done is long and Nottingham still waits, that's why Will is sitting by the fire with his quiver of arrows, he'll make them war arrows somehow.

gorgonfondness

Mia is in the bar with some paperwork, but she's not alone tonight. She has Edgeworth and Alhena with her.

It's the first time the two have really met and they are getting acquainted.

She can't understand either one, but body language suggests that Edgeworth is a wee bit frightened of the big barky thing and Alhena thinks the tiny prickly thing smells funny but might still be nice to play with.

It doesn't look like the hedgehog is trying to stick the wolf pup, nor does the pup seem to be doing anything besides sniffing the hedgehog.

Maybe it will all work out.

Or at least, Mia hopes it will.

Come see the cute?

shufti

Security member in the bar, seated near the trilobite tank with a good view of the bar area.

Shufti is also knitting small socks, but don't let this fool you.

hopeitsworthit

"You know how sometimes regular ghosts suck out loud, Sam?"

Dean is dripping blood, at the moment. He's also damp and more than a little bruised.

His knee is killing him, too. Dammit.

"Ghosts of witches just blow."

He turns to look over his shoulder, wincing as something pulls in his neck.

"Dude, move your ass. After tonight I totally deserve a beer. A couple beers, even. And you're buying."

He makes his not-at-all limping way toward a booth, sitting down with a quiet hiss.

Nobody saw that.

Everyone was busy watching Sammy, scowling darkly and muttering under his breath, head toward Bar.

Right?

[ooc: Both Sam and Dean are here, so tag one, tag both, just let us know?]