milliways_bar | Oct. 11th, 2007

Oct. 11th, 2007

madolyn-madden.livejournal.com

[ oom; In which Milliways is not Starbucks. ]

However, the bar soon made up for this by providing her with a setup much better than anything found at Starbucks. This entailed a couch, a coffee, and a large selection of reading material. This includes The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay, A Beautiful Mind, and the latest issue of Psychology Today, which is the magazine she is currently perusing. The featured article, 'Mind Reading', is interesting enough, but it's not something she's got her heart in at the moment.

For a bar, it's really quite a nice place. Especially after a rather rough week of patients, it's a welcome retreat, despite its rather sudden appearance. Plus, the door's gone, so she doesn't have to feel guilt about procrastinating on grocery shopping.

(And for the record, she'd like it known that Kavalier & Clay was quite good. The Yiddish Policeman's Union, on the other hand, was terrible.)

[ ooc; Also, doomed for slow time. ]

Current Music: Bach Prelude #2

mogget_cat

Yrael decided he needed something of a snack while he looked over his notes, this evening.

An ortolan would do the trick, nicely, he felt. It had been a while since he had had the delight.

So, tonight, there is an Yrael sitting on the couch, leatherbound book of notes propped on his knees so he might read while he eats.

hero_farmboy

[There's a new occupant and note for Security here.]

cheevy.livejournal.com

[OOM: Know what sucks? Heroin withdrawal. Also excruciatingly mediocre late night talk show host NPCs, Pickles' handwriting, Miniver's fashion advice, and managers with no common sense. But you know what doesn't suck? MINIVER'S DRIVING. Dat's right, suckas. Rated [fill in letter here] for [fill in vice of choice here]. No sex, but plenty of casual drug use and general rockstar drama.]

gone_byebye

[OOM: We only WISH strange things were afoot at the Circle K.]

"Does anyone here know an exorcism ritual for demonic roaches?" Ray calls as he steps into the Bar. "It's not urgent or anything, but I'm getting really, really tired of having to clear those things out of Madame Fan Fok Fa's."

Without waiting for an answer he heads for the Bar and the biggest glass of blueberry smoothie-type drink he can manage. At this rate he needs all the antioxidants he can get.

killitwithfire

After arriving home from his little trip with the Rani, Axel doesn't waste time contemplating the scenery. Although he has a certain appreciation for the turning leaves, he's much more interested right now in settling by the fire with a nice pot of pepper tea.

He deserves a chance to be lazy for a while, he thinks.

Anyone with a sharper-than-human-normal sense of smell will probably notice the smell of blood, and some sharp not-smell - Heartless, for those who would recognise it - layered over his usual ashes and burning things.

So before too long, he's stretched out on the couch, a pot of pepper tea not cooling nearby, along with a plate of food Bar had sent along.

He's very botherable.

dontlooklisten.livejournal.com

There's a faintly scowly-looking blind man going over a fat Braille volume at a table near the Bar. Given that there's a line of ordinary print at the top of each page, and that it reads CRUTCHFIELD, the reading most likely has to do with the half-disassembled subwoofer elsewhere on the man's table. SOMEONE has been fooling around with the sound system. Whistler doesn't really care who, but he'd like to get it fixed as soon as possible. The acoustics in here are weird enough without having to worry about a speaker going offline.

chemist-rani.livejournal.com

[Earlier: Axel provides transportation for a certain Time Lord in need, the Heartless really like certain parts of Gallifreyan anatomy, someone has a new toy, and a TARDIS is returned to it's *cough* owner]

There is a sound that some might now, a sort of wooshing swooshing noise that heralds the materialization of strange mirrored pyramid at the edge of the woods out by the lake. Except after a few moments, it's not a mirrored pyramid but... a tree. An nice wide oak.

With a door.

Someone slips out right away.

The owner of the, er, tree remains, however. She has cleaning and maintenance work to do. Who knows what those idiotic creatures might have meddled with...

[ooc: just to establish her presence, thanks!]

ultradreamer.livejournal.com

(coming in from this place, somewhere in the Land of Light of Reflection Galaxy M78)

The door swings open, and there's a slight shimmer as a young man walks into view. He's wearing what appears to be a uniform of some kind, mostly grey with red and yellow accent points, with an empty holster on his right hip.

"Hm," he says to himself as he looks around. "it doesn't seem dangerous. But neither did they..." Experience is a harsh, harsh teacher.

He walks towards the bar, trying to look confident (as opposed to arrogant). He looks more inquisitive, though, and if anyone would like to say hello, he wouldn't mind at all.

ff-ambassador.livejournal.com

Inara is worried. It's not unusual for her and Lilly's paths to miss each other in the brothel, with neither of them keeping exact schedules and their various adventures taking them in and out of Milliways. But it's been almost two weeks and Inara hasn't seen Lilly anywhere or heard that she's gone somewhere.

After asking around the brothel and getting negative replies, she posts a note in the main bar:

Lilly Kane seems to be missing and I'm feeling worried. If anyone has seen her in the past two weeks or knows if she is out of the bar on an adventure, please let me know by dropping a note with Bar or finding me in the brothel.

Thank you,
Inara Serra

Current Mood: worried

l33t-mouse.livejournal.com

Mouse is in the bar, sitting at a table in front of the Observation Window. Her feet are up on said table, her arms are crossed behind her head, and her chair is dangerously tilted back on two legs.

There's a still-mostly-full basket of fried paradoxes on the table next to her boots: if you ask nicely, she'll probably be willing to share.

thiefprinceremy.livejournal.com

Remy was, suffice to say, bored.

He was very bored as a matter of fact, the whole turning into a ferret thing had worn off, as had the amusement about it that followed.

The last time Remy had been this bored he'd been twelve, and there was an Incident that broke the boredom. Not any incident, but an Incident, and one that Henri probably remembered quite well.

Remy wasn't quite at the 'do something reckless just because it'll be fun' stage, but he was edging up on it, especially with the onset of colder weather.
Just at the moment he was sprawled in a booth, just watching the crowd as he sipped his coffee.

(for plot, but not plotlocked, tag away!)

jack_inthegreen

[OOM: Jack teaches his children something about life.]

bartletstrust.livejournal.com

Jed's hiking outside. Chilly or not, he'd started to feel a need to be out of the bar itself for a little while.
He had a coat, and boots that were better suited to autumn weather than his usual suit or dress shoes.
A pebble had gotten into one, and he paused to yank the boot off and shake it out. His fingers felt stiff. He swore under his breath, then looked around, a little guiltily.

[ETA:Millitimed to the evening of October 14th]

there-is-a-me.livejournal.com

Spoon is dangling upside-down from the back of the couch playing with vision modes in his mask. There was brief consideration of trying to do so from the rafters, but he decided not to risk bashing his head into a table when he inevitably fell. It has, he feels, been more than long enough to start working on learning the gift of all sights.

...Woah, glowing leg bones.

will_scarlett

Its time to go back, Will's standing at a table wearing his jerkin and cloak, his quiver on his back, longbow and sword at his side.

He asked Bar for clothing to help those coming blend in and so there's a pile of medieval outfits on the table, a tankard he keeps drinking from though the bruise on his chin from sparring with John hasn't faded yet.

There are a few people he's keeping an eye out for, some to speak to before he leaves and others to come with him, they all offered, he just wishes this was over.

ETA(OOC: There is now a comment at the bottom of the page with a link to the OOMs.

(OOC: Not plotlocked at all though only a few will be going through the door. Seminar is finished and I'm back for the rest of the day.)

pirate_jack

[OOM: On Shipwreck Island, in Shipwreck Cove and the town of Shipwreck, the Brethren Court assembles.]

(Spoilers for Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End.)

got-red.livejournal.com

Shaun's mood has improved considerably since his first accidental visit to Milliways. As he's now got a hungry zombie in his garden shed that he's not quite sure what to do with, this is slightly strange.

He's also got a lot less red on him.

Current Mood: okay

ana-pascal.livejournal.com

Watching the destruction like a birth in reverse, everything comes back together in ten minutes. She is watching it all from her seat at a table that has a mug and a plate half-full of apricot jam Rugelach. Her skirt is indigo patterned over with white flowers-- they call it Queen Anne's lace, I think --smoothed down over her knees. High-topped feet tapping idly against the floorboards to something in her head.

Ana ignores the crack in the window. If it is a crack spidering the glass.

Doesn't matter, it isn't a source of potential apprehension.

She is delighted with the idea that she might be inhaling the dust of the universe with every breath.

[ooc: As of 12:15 EST I claim slowtime. :)]

followfootsteps.livejournal.com

Teddy managed not only to avoid the wave of people turning into animals, but also not to notice it, beyond noting that the Bar had seemed altogether slightly furrier. Obliviousness on that magnitude takes talent.

Thus, Teddy is rewarding himself for his hard work with a butterbeer, and glaring at the door, with a plate of cookies on the table to draw people over. His features are normal today - Brown, messy hair and brown eyes.

Botherable.

walksthebounds

Jamie's stretched out the sofa, feet up on the cushions, lounging with a general air of contentment. This may have something to do with the large, grease-stained empty plate on the table in front of him.

He'll probably move and make room if someone asks. He's even smiling cheerfully at all passersby as they go by; he's in a good mood, and there's nothing wrong with being friendly.

perpetualstate.livejournal.com

Michael Bluth is the happiest he's been for a long time.

This largely has to do with the fact that he's away from his family.

There is a copy of Guns, Germs, and Steel on the table in front of him, and he has only gotten about a hundred pages in. The bar has also graciously provided him with a plate of various snacks and a glass of water. A messenger bag and his jacket are slung over the back of the chair.

Life is good, snacks are sharable.

thisfatefulhour

Milliways is rather dominated by the Observation Window -- obviously. The view's hard to ignore, even though some patrons do their best to do so.

Charles, tonight, has settled in with his cocoa near the Window. A copy of Auden's The Sea and the Mirror lies on the table, but his attention is on the Universe ending outside.

nita_callahan

The number of wizards in the bar has gone up by one.

Nita's contentedly curled up in a booth with The War of the Worlds. H. G. Wells got some stuff wrong, but at least he put some thought into it.

This being Milliways, of course, she's practically expecting to be bothered. As long as it's not a werewolf attack, she won't mind.

(To tell the truth, she might not entirely mind a werewolf attack. Minor disasters keep life interesting.)

shadowsfound.livejournal.com

[oom:Back on Earth, some things change for Kevin, some don't]

nolongerhunted

She's okay for the most part. Not too hot... not looking like crap like before. If Sam hadn't of been there. But he was. Going over to the bar counter she orders a cup of hot chocolate then goes over to a chair and curls up in it. She figures drinking hot chocolate and curling up with a good book will keep her mind off her nightmares. Off the way she feels when she has them. So far it seems to be working.

Whether it stays that way or not... is a whole other story.

uksupercop.livejournal.com

Judging by the faint crying sounds from the towel-wrapped bundle in his arms, Nicholas's recent time spent as a dog has left some residual empathy for canines in peril. After stopping at the bar for some suitable puppy food, he heads for a quiet booth.

Feel free to intercept him though, because he really doesn't know what he's going to do with the little guy yet.

jonathanparagon.livejournal.com

Jonathan is adjusting to his new - if temporary - status as a Sime. This mostly seems to mean sitting by the Bar, sleeves pushed well back above his elbows, and drinking in everything his new senses are telling him about the room and the people in it.

He may be revelling in it, just a little.

adamantiumloner

[OOM: Kate and Logan have a talk outside. Logan is leaving. Kate doesn't like it much but says okay. He promises he'll be back soon.]

[Timed before this .]

conglomerelda

Elda is carefully tucked into a booth, sitting on top of the table. Her security badge is hung around her neck on a lanyard, easily spotted.

She has a swath of notes spread out on the table in front of her. They include a tentative list of people gone missing, and a rough map of the Milliways ground. Elda has more X marks on the map than names written down. This means someone she doesn't know about went missing and hasn't come back. Or they came back and never mentioned being gone at all.

Milliways can be very frustrating sometimes.

To combat her frustration, she has a mug of coffee the size of a small bucket, and a bowl of oranges.

stilljustandrew

*Andrew's sitting at a table with his notebook open in front of him, tapping his pencil thoughtfully against the last item on a short list.*

*Open to being interrupted.*

oh-wowee.livejournal.com

The pup is currently suffering from elsewindow bleedy, so he's in a grumpy mood. He probably has reasons for it that are actually attributed to time in Mordhaus, but he won't say.

Toki Wartooth was lounging on one of the chairs, curled up with his head on his knees and his arms wrapped around his legs, and he was watching the trilobites in the fish tank.

It's been one of those weeks, really. But then again, it was always one of those weeks.
Botherable, but be forewarned. Pout is default setting tonight.

rodrocks.livejournal.com

Rod walks in, taking a look around. Something isn’t right here. This is not Mary McGuire’s, where he’s supposed to be singing for open mike night.

He also doesn’t see Eric, Randy or Kevin. What’s going on here? He holds his guitar close to him looking around. Something is wrong there are a lot of people he wouldn’t expect in a Chicago pub. Not in the year 2001.

“Can someone tell me what is going on here?”