milliways_bar | Sep. 17th, 2007

Sep. 17th, 2007

untraitor.livejournal.com

[OOM: Last night my son taught me about war...]

Sometime that night, Therem makes his way down to the bar. He's feeling hungry and restless. When he goes to get a beer and some fish jerky, Bar also gives him a piece of thick, yellow parchment with a grid drawn on it in fancy red ink, and a little bag of black and white stones. Therem knows what it is, and thanks her, quietly, before tucking it into his pocket and taking his food and drink to a booth. There he spreads out the parchment and sits sorting the stones while nibbling solemnly at the fish jerky.

Those who do not know him will see a person of uncertain gender, with dark skin and black hair, an inch or two shy of five feet in height, wearing loose white pants, an undecorative brown tunic-style shirt, and no shoes. His face is unreadable, his motions exact and purposeful but with a quick, light grace.

Those from Earth and its variations will note that he has on the table a game set for Go. The way he's rearranging the stones to make patterns suggests he could use a partner to play it with.

greatestinvader.livejournal.com

What you see before you is not Zim, no no.

It's just a perfectly normal human wormbaby walking to the bar. And ordering. "Bar? I need to do some research. Give me all the movies you can on Magic. Giiiiiive meeee."

A key to a room and a stack of DVDs appear, including but not limited to Labyrinth, The Sword in the Stone, Legend, Harry Potter, Merlin, The Worst Witch, and Dungeons & Dragons.

He grabs the stack of movies and the key, and bounds up the stairs, laughing maniacally.

Several hours later, he returns from the upstairs, gives back the movies and key, and orders a soda, humming a tune from the first movie mentioned.

Hey! It was catchy!

mendanddefend_archive

There's a Guardian sitting at a table, sipping at a cup of Java and reading the first in a large stack of colorful pamphlets acquired from Bar. Closer inspection will reveal that the pamphlets are all travel brochures, and the one he's reading right now is about New Orleans.

Current Mood: curious

grumpyseer.livejournal.com

Dominic's headache is down to a dull throb today. The good news is that this means he doesn't need to keep using those pills that Ray gave him. The bad news is that the throb is just strong enough to make the noise and bustle of the Bar really, really irritating.

So today he's opted to take a walk out by the lake. He's not about to ask how a place like Milliways can have an outside, he's just going to enjoy the scenery and the relative peace and quiet.

gone_byebye

Ray's still in a good mood about having feet. Considering that in the past few days in his world he's been slimed three or four times and had something tentacled and purple try its damnedest to take up residence in his left ear (it didn't work), it's a pretty impressive fact even for someone as easily entertained as Ray.

He's out back right now with his lightsaber and his training drone, getting used to being able to dodge again. Or rather, getting used to being shot because he's too slow at dodging. He lost some ground while he was in Ecto's body and he's got to make up for lost time. That doesn't mean he can't be sociable, though!

alorn-bear.livejournal.com

Belar's been going over the Security team's attempts to locate a certain missing werewolf; the results are enough to make anybody cranky. Something at Milliways isn't right, and he'd really like to know what it is. The thing about being cranky when you're a God is that you sometimes get the urge to do things you shouldn't, like smiting and thundering and smashing and all that kind of stuff. Belar isn't about to go outside and wreck the premises. That would be grotesquely rude. No, he's going to stay indoors for a bit, trying to feel out anything especially weird or consistent with the ability to simply disappear a Milliways patron. And he's going to do so with his Security badge around his neck, in case anyone has information to share about the situation.

And he's going to do so in his favorite non-human shape, because people are less likely to try stupid stuff when there's a full-grown polar bear with a Security badge glaring at them about it.

there-is-a-me.livejournal.com

OOM: It's always cows, isn't it?

sime-channel.livejournal.com

Suzi comes in with arms full of papers and settles down at a table. She's not the kind of Security person to do much investigation, but she's pulling together all the paperwork that she can do for the situation and making sure that it's all updated so that Sikozu won't have to go chasing people down.

She's not going to try to figure out the filing system, or mess with any of the paperwork she doesn't understand, but adding reports from the people that she's spoken to over the disappearance of Naztehr Spoon is something that she can do easily enough and at least makes her feel like she's being useful.

sosectu-rior.livejournal.com

Ilyana's door opens. There's a wind that carries in a drift of snow, before she turns and firmly shuts it behind her. She puts down the medical kit she was carrying...only then realizing that she isn't in her House, but Milliways.
She sighs and makes her way over to Bar. "Some towels and a hot drink, please?"
Bar gives them, and also, a small wooden box and room key.
"Wait, why--" she stops, looking toward the door.
"Hey!"

bartletstrust.livejournal.com

Jed's at a corner booth.
He has a glass of wine, and a chess set.

The man's got the pieces laid out for both sides. It would appear that either his opponent is
invisible, or he's playing against himself.

And losing.

He'd probably like an interruption.

doctor-weir.livejournal.com

Elizabeth had to leave. She couldn't hide on Atlantis, she couldn't go to Earth, so here she is -- in Milliways, in a black pantsuit with a notebook in hand.

The noise of the bar atmosphere helps greatly, actually. It keeps the

static

from getting too loud in her head.

So she claims a table for herself, cracking open that notebook for what feels like the billionth time to a completely blank page.

And she only has a few hours left to write.

boundxkitty

There's a couch by the fire. The one that has the best angle and always seems to be the most comfortable. You know the one. Well, it's currently been used by a brunette with a book. And when we say used, we don't mean she's sitting on a portion of it. She's taken up the WHOLE couch. It's quite a feet given her small frame. Though, how it works, no one knows. It's like a cat. There isn't that much of them, but when they are on the couch suddenly there's no where that isn't without fur and bone from said cat. Maybe it really just is a feline trait. The world will never know...

Feel free to poke, prod, or otherwise distract/annoy the wereleopard. She won't bite. Promise.

stubborn-annie.livejournal.com

[OOM: Yesterday, Harry Wells blinked, and when he opened his eyes, he was somewhere else.

He's still there. And it's not making him happy.]

The door opens on a kitchen in Yorkshire, and on an irritated-looking dark-haired woman in blue. "Excuse me," Annie calls as she steps into the Bar, "but has anyone seen my husband? Harry was supposed to come home last night for supper..."

missginnytonic.livejournal.com

It's good to be out of cell's. Not that she wouldn't do it again. That git had it coming but. Still its good to be out anyway. She's sitting at the bar with a butterbeer would welcome company of any kind has only her self for company the last two days.

princeinexile

OMG! Look! It's a Zuko.

He's looking triple moody. Maybe this is because he's missed Harry, he's missed Hephaestos -- and left a note in Etna for the latter, at least, regarding Iorek's interest in forging -- and now he's staring at something that hasn't been around for a while.

A door within the wall.

Cue a sulky boy eating curry, considering what this is going to mean in good time.

rogue-haley.livejournal.com

[When we last left our intrepid PCs... (OOTS, before the break.)]

She wasn't expecting a plot hole to be on the other side of the door.

Not really.

Well, maybe a convinienently placed door to, y' know, a bolt hole where they could wait for Vaarsuvius or Durkon to contact them, while the army of hobgoblins took over the Azure City.

She didn't expect a tavern, that's for damn sure.

"What the...? Did we just enter a Planescape campaign?"

There's no answer. Belkar isn't behind her. She's-- probably grateful for that for a moment, until she looks out on the bar. Well, maybe she's NOT grateful. Having a psychotic Ranger/Barbarian halfling might be helpful right now, even if the tiny clueless god of war wouldn't be much backup right this second, what with that problematic probation. After all, she's pretty sure a Lawful Good city wouldn't have a transdimensional portal to a good place hidden in a broken down shop.

On the other hand, he was carrying their very dead leader.... so now Haley's alone, without the halfing or the corpse of Roy Greenhilt. The latter might be a blessing. Roy was getting kinda manky, after all.

[Haley breaks the fourth wall and will spit out possibly canon-puncturing referances (including her own!) at will. YOU ARE WARNED!]

lissla-lissar.livejournal.com

She has napped, although not slept deeply. She has eaten, as have all the dogs, and now Lissla Lissar is out in the mud again, with her dogs ranging around her doing their best to understand the strange orders given by their Person as she asks them to follow the smell of someone gone. Fleethounds are not scent hounds, and even if they were the trail simply ends.

Seven confused dogs and one increasingly frustrated woman are out back getting steadily less clean with every step they take.

will_scarlett

Will's been outside most of the past fews days, making sure he doesn't miss when he fires, so he enters from the back, tired but satisfied.

Then finds a booth to sit in with a mug of ale, a good dinner to watch the Bar go by, beside him is his longbow and quiver.

walksthebounds

Jamie's been kicking a football around out back for the past hour or so - the black-and-white checked kind, acquired from the bar, though the shiny plastic looks a bit odd to him.

It gets dull fast when it's just you, though. So now Jamie's back inside at a table, ball balanced precariously next to a plate of sausages which he's tucking into with gusto.

foxy-l33t.livejournal.com

For some things, Milliways makes an awesome control. Nothing like using the End of the Universe to help calibrate a new locator program that Laini and her crew will be testing out in Underhill in a couple of weeks.

Thus, Laini is set up at a table, with the electronic guts of several devices spread out in front of her, wires cris-crossing each way and connecting to her hand-held data device.

And several empty coffee cups.

velocitygirl

Inyri's in the bar, sprawled out in the armchair one arm flung over the top, a cigarette slowly burning in that hand. The other holding a datapad up to her face as she slowly scrolled through it.

Very botherable.

guppy_sandhu

[oom: Busy busy]

Guppy is by the infirmary, sorting out the large pile of paperwork he has accumulated over the last couple of days. He's just finished writing a letter to the dean of Holby University to ask that their freshers try to keep a little more out of trouble.

He frowns worriedly as he gets to the piece of paper on which he is supposed to explain how two doctors managed to mistake a stabbing for a drunk. He hesitates, then decides to go for the simple truth.

'Department was very busy, the patient's obs were fine on arrival (consistant with being drunk), the stab entry wound was extremely small (chopstick) and the patient was wearing a fish costume.'

underwater-owl.livejournal.com

OOM: In which a Prince of Amber, a Fae, a God of Madness and Some Guy Really Out Of His Depth play poker.

And the Chronicles of Amber begin.

From the table, the young Amberite exits at a run, hand on his sword.

collects_ears

Coming up with a theme for drinks each week can be taxing at times - so tonight, George has decided to leave it up to chance. He has a book of drink recipes in front of him and flips to pages at random. He makes a note for each one.

On the specials board, the following words appear: Try Something New.

"Tonight's drinks are Screaming Blue Viking, Ladies Cocktail, Jamaican Qualude and Snake Venom."

Experimenting can be fun!

"What'll it be?"

masterofritual

As fascinating as Milliways is to a young man with enough curiosity to slay a thousand cats, there is only so much it can entertain someone who knows that beyond the Door and outside the prison cell that it will open to, there is a whole world of unseen, unknown, untouched delights to explore.

Delights that are held tantalisingly just out of reach, of course, but Steerpike has developed a taste for a challenge.

The question is, once through the Door, does he go up or down?

Or alternatively, does he shun the risk of a gravity-assisted rapid descent and try and jump the next person who opens his cell door? IF someone opens the door.

The boy perched, almost frog-like, on a chair could do with some suggestions.

ryoko-set-free.livejournal.com

Ryoko's staked out a table for some people watching. She's drinking soda and watching the Life, the Universe and Everything coming to an end out the Observation Window.

[ooc: through the magic of Millitime, this post is happening a few days ago and tonight. Any tags are welcome.]

shufti

Shufti has discovered play-dough.

She looks almost as interested in it as Jack does, squidging it between her fingers and making little figures out of it. The toddler is just squishing it, but they seem to be having fun.

Her security badge is pinned on her front, as usual, shined up so that it gleams.

evryinchbut1.livejournal.com

Your server is: Valerie

Waitress on duty; feel free to flag her down.

[ooc: Mun doing homework; short threads are love.]

followfootsteps.livejournal.com

( This entrance post has spoilers for Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. )

kurosakiboy.livejournal.com

There are three things at this table.

One boy, orange hair, wearing a white button down dress shirt, black pants, and black dress shoes, feet propped up on the table. Some people wear their crappy clothes after they've run out of nice ones, but Ichigo's got things a little backwards. Too lazy to do laundry and not wanting to add to an ever-growing tab, he's resorted to wearing just about the only clothes he has left.

There's a book as well, just some manga he's borrowed. He's flipping through, bored by page after page of over-dramatic text, recalling how Rukia used to go through tons of these while she was learning to speak in more modern day terms (it didn't work so well).

And then there's the little paper sign sitting on the table, clearly hand-crafted, letters scrawled out in pen.

STFU
I'm Reading

Far too often his lack of a sign has been his downfall, but no more!

river_meimei

[This morning, very early, River met someone very, very briefly.

And then she found herself... elsewhere.

You'd be surprised how many people you can meet in a new city.]

stilljustandrew

[Outside of Milliways, after this: Let me explain. No, is too complicated. Let me show you.]

*The front door opens, and in comes an oddly-assorted triad: Andrew Wells, River Tam, and ... someone else. A bleached blond British bloke, who looks to be in his early thirties, with a scar through one eyebrow and shoulders hunched defensively in a long black leather duster.*

*Andrew's in front, and turns as the other two come in.*

Okay, River. We're good.

Spike? Welcome to Milliways.

his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com

[OOM: Back in Jamaica, Sarah Jane and James finally talk about the pregnancy. Except that talks don't always go as planned. And some, it seems, they can even lead to relationship ending rows...

...and sometimes they don't. Rated A for Angst, lots of.]

conglomerelda

Griffin on duty!

Elda looks a bit more official tonight; she has a badge hanging around her neck. She is also not drinking coffee or reading a book. There is an apple core sitting neatly on the floor next to her, where she sits by the fire.

Her eyes are bright and alert, she is obviously paying attention to everything going on around her, just judging by how she fidgets and looks around.

It's impossible to be bored at Milliways, she thinks. Especially if you are playing the 'does this patron use magic or not' game with yourself. Sometimes it is obvious just by looking, sometimes it is not.