milliways_bar | Oct. 8th, 2007

Oct. 8th, 2007

One of these days, Zed would really appreciate the Landlord allowing him to have at least one damn briefing in his own office at MiB. But, noooooo.

And so, here are Agents K and Zed, back at the bar. Except, the briefing has gone on hold while the two Men in Black eye several newspapers left behind for them by Ray Stantz.

K is sitting there shaking his head. Zed's face has already gone past a pallor straight on to a distinct shade of green.

This is not how you did things, dammit. It's just goddamn wrong.

Good thing Ray also left them those bottles of Maximum-Strength Maalox. Even if it doesn't go all that well with small-batch bourbon.

oh-wowee.livejournal.com

There's a Toki.
He was laughing for a good twenty minutes after he arrived in the bar, telling Bar herself what had happened to Skwisgaar and his room, as he sipped on a melonade.

"Coulds you please gives dis DeeVEEdee to Miniver when you gets a chance? I promised him I takes pictures." He set the DVD onto Bar and she absorbed it to give Miniver as soon as he came back.

"I wonders if Skwisgaar gots a different room now, I hopes is not all white like usual."

Pondering Toki, fully botherable.

shortofcrazy

Riley Poole is pleased with the universe tonight. This bears repeating, really, as it isn't a thought that has come up much within the past month and a half.

Riley Poole is pleased with the universe tonight.

He got out of the bar yesterday. Granted, it was to Metropolis and Chloe's world rather than Washington DC and his own, but given that the day involved a morning with an apartment to themselves, a city to explore, and dinner and a movie with his very favorite girl -- Riley feels pretty satisfied with his lot in life right about now. He sits at a table, keeping one eye on the antivirus program running on his laptop as he makes a general mess of the pancakes that he's eating.

He doesn't even look sullen tonight.

[OOC: Mun reserves the right to disappear by 11/11:30 EST!]

missginnytonic.livejournal.com

Ginny is sitting on the bar, not that unusual since becoming a kitten. She’s seemed to spend more time there then not. But today she feels a little funny feeling coming on, not unlike what she felt like before. The change to kitten happened.

She gets down realizing she can’t become human on the bar. Then it’s a little late when she realizes that she’s naked she asks bar for a towel. Wrapping it around her she looks around to see who noticed. Then she asks bar for anything that was her. She sighs when the only thing she’s given in her wand.

Bloody Hell what she gonna do now go home in a towel?

mr-ryan-wolfe.livejournal.com

Ryan is doing what ever it chipmunks do when they’re not gnawing or eating he’s sleeping, in a booth off in a corner.

The problem is by the time the strange feeling wakes him up he’s just a naked guy in the corner. Who has no idea how to get out of the corner with out being arrested or what ever happens to those who go around naked.

At a loss he asks the first waitrat he sees for some shorts and frowns when they come back with pink swim trunks. Not having a choice he slides them on then leans back

At least he was human now.

lady-detective.livejournal.com

Normally my partner has a constitution you could build a house on, but a weeks spent living in an abandoned hut on the eastern moor during our most recent case together proved too much even for him. Simon caught a severe cold that, to me at least, seems to verge on influenza. Ophelia and I, for once in perfect agreement on something, are making a coordinated effort to force Simon to take much-needed rest, medicine and food. We also decided not to allow him to see any newspapers, lest he discover some interesting crime and go haring off to investigate it. Of course, all of this has made my partner even more insufferable than usual.

And now Dame Wycliffe's jewels have gone missing from the safe in her house and she wants Simon to look into the matter. Which means I have to do it, all while making sure that Simon has someone keeping an eye on him at all times and ensuring that he does not get involved and make himself even sicker. Bloody hell.

So I am actually rather glad to see Milliways when I walk through the door to what I thought was Dame Wycliffe's house. I could sorely use the chance for a rest and a quiet drink. I sit down at the Bar and ask for a snifter of brandy. Although it's morning where I come from, I don't suppose that matters at the end of the universe.

grumpyseer.livejournal.com

"Alright, class, open your textbooks to page..."

Dominic trails off as he realizes that the room he just walked into is not, in fact, his classroom.

"Oh, wonderful."

turned_captain

[OOM: Three gentlemen convene for tea.

Well, one gentleman and two pirates.]

(*headdesk* right commmunity this time! Spoilers for Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End)

doctor-driscoll.livejournal.com

[Sick Humans]

Ben Driscoll is not covered in blood today. He's wearing a decent suit and a decent tie and an expression that if looks could kill would be considered a WMD.

Striding foreward he hits a chair and, engraged, kicks it to the side before dropping into a seat fuming.

A wait rat scurries close before moving stealthily away, "...Good thing fella." Ben growls, "Otherwise you and I might have more fucking words to exchange."

Leaning back he watches his door, but his eyes are on the patrons. Watching, laughing, talking...and looking for any signs of that emotionless he saw today.

Please excuse him if he's staring at you.

bartletstrust.livejournal.com

{OOM: Bartlet's morning after isn't so good]

He came downstairs for a cup of coffee, and stayed no longer than it took to get it and leave a ( note for Dr.Simon Tam )

The other note was for ( Annie Wells )

gone_byebye

[OOM: Ray's had some news for his colleagues for some time. He's starting with Winston.]

The door opens and Ray wanders in from his New York. He's in a better mood today than he thought he'd be, so he's going to skip over dinner and head straight outside for saber practice. Anyone who looks outside is going to see Ray in his usual street clothes, jacket slung over his Ghostbusters company t-shirt, going up against a training drone set on the 'Someone Gave The Ferret Water-Joe' training pattern.

He's much better than he used to be.

immortalthief

Amanda is sitting next to the fire sewing a dress, it's slow going but she is determined to get it right. Her long brown hair tied back in a ponytail her clothes are mostly lost under the mounds of cloth she is working on.

The fire is warm, if you are nearby she might strike up a conversation, at lwast if you look amiable to such a thing.

timedeniedme.livejournal.com

You might have seen Charlie around the past few weeks. She's been wandering the bar, getting a feel for the place, looking around the kitchen and other back rooms whenever the opportunity presents itself.

It's been... well, surprisingly good. It turns out that even being dead can't keep her down forever, and her usual smile is back in full force most of the time. And if every so often she takes a quiet seat in an out of the way corner for a bit to work through some personal issues? Well, that's not too weird.

Today she's wandering the bar proper again with a bright smile for anyone she happens to pass. Sure she may not really be a waitress here, but the need to walk around and meet new people (and see if they want some pie or something) is too deep-seated for her to just ignore.

the_cupbearer

Ganymede hasn't been back to Olympus since he found himself human again. He also hasn't quite grasped the idea that he could request new clothes from the Bar, and, as such, is lounging in a booth in a lavender bathrobe that he managed to retrieve from somewhere or another. In any case, he's not particularly self-conscious about the state of his attire - having his fingers back has been too exciting, on its own.

The "young" immortal is calm enough, now, however, with his nose buried in a book and a rather luxuriant dinner out on the table before him. Yes, having a craving for food other than worms is lovely. And he's actually starting to get used to the restfulness of not being at the beck and call of the gods, every minute of the day. It's...relaxing.

Which is to say, let the harrassment begin.

aggro-speed.livejournal.com

Brian is still blond and fuzzy, but no longer loves all without doubt or hesitation.

He's really, really confused about what happened, but he thinks he's good now, yo. And now that he's out of his cheerful haze of "ZOMG?" he's remembering he kind of killed a man a week ago. And there was another death. So he's not in his best mood ever.

But you probably wouldn't know it to look at him; he's balancing a chair on two legs with one foot on the edge of the seat, the other on the back.

Brian's definitely returned to default.

walksthebounds

Jamie hasn't seen Finn since he agreed to help him out with advertising.

Doesn't matter; it gives him more time to make signs! Some might call Jamie commercial-minded, but he prefers to think of himself as practical. He now has a pile of ten large signs on the table next to him and a new piece of posterboard in front of him, currently blank. He taps on it thoughtfully with a capped red marker, and looks around the room for inspiration.

wee_hughie

Hughie starts to itch again. He feels the impending change coming on. And in just a few moments, he'd be human -- a naked human.

Darting through the door as fast as his stubby little pony legs can carry him, he races up the stairs to his room. The doorknob is horse-mouth-sized, so after a deft turn, the door opens, and Hughie tumbles inside--

PWROM.

--He lands sprawling on the floor, completely starkers. He toes the door shut.

"Buggerall," he mutters, rubbing his knees and elbows as he gets to his feet. But hey, he's bipedal again, which is most excellent.

And luckily he's left his leather trench coat here. He can cover up with that. So he pulls it on and wraps it close around him, and as he goes downstairs in his bare feet, he feels vaguely like a crusty flasher. This is not helping his mood.

"Bar, y'know I love ye, but I'm thinkin' I'm owed one right now. Ye could replace my favorite green hoodie, could ye not, then?"

A green hooded sweatshirt appears on the countertop, neatly folded.

"Thankye, lass."

Tucking it under his arm, he heads straight for the door -- and home.

(Unless someone happens to strike up a conversation with the barefooted flasher in the leather trench coat.)

dr_temperance

You don't see glowing bones every day. Even at the Jeffersonian.

In the world of academia, part of working such an unusual case also means writing it up for professional publication.

And Brennan wants to get the article laid out while the details of the case are still fresh in her mind. She has the file with her notes and photos set out on the table and is typing away on her laptop.

argyle_princess

Hannah comes in tonight, frowing hard at the paper she's holding, and is probably 20 feet into the bar before she realizes she's not in Neptune any more, that the noise around her is not quite the noise of a high school hallway.

Anywhere else, and she'd make straight for a table, but checking in with Bar has become habit, and so she does so automatically, without really deciding to. She's so startled when a letter appears that she actually drops the paper she's already holding.

Two minutes later, though, she's settled at a table, both papers in front of her.

It's hard to say which one she's frowning at more.

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

Ace is very engrossed in a new project. She's making a new sort of boom.

New for her, anyway. She's had EMP bombs in her arsenal before, but she's never actually made one.

Considering she has three textbooks open to different diagrams around her scattered bits of hardware, she doesn't look like she's that proficient at it yet, either.

Protect your laptops!

will_scarlett

There's work to be done before he can return to Nottingham and its odd to find so many willing to aid him.

So Will has some sheets of paper, a rather rough map of Sherwood and is trying to plan though he's realizing, Robin truly is better at large scale things.

Will's always been better at the immediacy of a fight or planning how to steal from someone and escape unscathed, thus his ale is rather forgotten as he just stares at the various papers.

guppy_sandhu

[oom: Explaining how you disappeared off the face of the planet for several hours takes a little creativity]

Today Guppy has the advantage of being fully dressed.

The doctor is in

shufti

Shufti (whose son has now thankfully turned back to human again and is asleep upstairs) is taking her Security shift.

Her belt is armed as always with a crossbow, a sword and a baby monitor. The latter in particular should not be underestimated in combat.

There's also hot chocolate on the table, which she'll share with company, familiar or otherwise.

young_womble

Wellington looks more than a little spooked as he peers in through the door.

He enters, the door banging slightly behind him, and he jumps as it does.

Then hides behind the nearest chair, trembling slightly.

evil_koala_626

For his part, Stitch is glad to see a significant drop in the bar's four legged patronage. It had been irritating the first few days and extremely unsettling towards the end when he'd been made aware that most of the animals were in fact human beings. Possibly human beings he was acquainted with. Stitch didn't like being confronted by strange creatures. He was much more comfortable when the shoe was on the other foot.

As a result he had been oddly taciturn lately, spending a great deal of time outdoors and away from the commotion of the temporary zoo. He's out there at this very moment in fact, scurrying around in the chilly autumn air. He's not used to this weather but evening strolls have become something of a habit. There's a strange scent in the air. It's beginning to fade, a few hours old at least, but this is one scent that he's very interested in. It smells of sulfur, alfalfa and the added acidic twist that screams "lagomorph" in giant neon letters. A chance to finally observe these so called demon bunnies should not be passed up. Which is why, after trailing his quarry through the garden, Stitch pries open the greenhouse door and steps inside.

(ooc: plot locked)

missginnytonic.livejournal.com

(OOM: Its past easter and past time to leave her Aunts. And with this Ginny is moving thought canon)

It might have just been a day bar time but, its been months for Ginny. It seems like its been forever and possibly a day. She wishes her worse worries were just being a kitten. That’s not to be. So with that Ginny walks thought the door. Many months older. Looking a little worn for the wear.

She walks in walking to a table laying her head on her folded arms. Taking a long breath just trying to. See something bright and cheery when everything seems dark and gloomy.

Would totally welcome company.

stuck-mynock.livejournal.com

Atton gets the strange feeling as he frolicks about in the forest, chasing his tail. He doesn't realise what it is, at first. By the time he realises, it's a little too late, and with a vague mutter of 'gack' he changes back into a human.

"Well, kriff." He doesn't seem all too bothered about being naked - He is by the lake, after all. But getting clothes without being arrested is going to be a problem. He settles his hands on his hips, quietly contemplating ways around this.

Botherable.