milliways_bar | Oct. 12th, 2007

Oct. 12th, 2007

sime-channel.livejournal.com

Suzi is settled in with her badge visible and a book on her knees. She can read and watch the room at the same time; she borrows books from Whistler. It does mean that her book is huge, but that's fine by her.

lissla-lissar.livejournal.com

People disappearing or not, the dogs need to run. So Lissar and all her dogs are out by the lake doing so. The woman's acknowledgment of the changing weather is a pair of white trousers to pair with her tunic.

Somewhere in the run she began to laugh at the straining of dogs born to run.

immortalthief

Out back the sun is starting to peak over the horizon, a coool breeze caresses the air and the sound of steady foot steps pound on the crisp grass. One who isn't usually known for running or working out much has choosen to give it a try, her waist length brown hair tied back and swaying with each motion of her body as she slowly circles the large lake.

Breathing steady and sweat beating down her temples she is botherable.

gone_byebye

[OOM: It starts, as these things so often do, in a warehouse with no particular name.]

Ray doesn't stop at the Bar when he comes in today. He goes straight past and over to the stairs instead. Five minutes later he returns, jumpsuit shed in favor of his company T-shirt, a pair of cargos, and his Mr. Stay-Puft slippers.

"I never, never, ever want to see the words 'LeFrak City' on an assignment slip again," he says to Bar. "Can I please have a really big bowl of Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs? I know they're not much in the way of nutrition, but I've been good all month."

Somewhat reluctantly, Bar issues him said bowl, along with a sizable mug of Ovaltine.

"You dissolved multivitamins in this, didn't you?"

Bar says nothing.

dean-o-dell.livejournal.com

It's the simplest question: how do you pay the bills? But when you're dead and haven't a cent to your name in this strange afterlife, it's a difficult question as well.

So Cyrus is thinking about the possibilities. Somehow, he doubts he can get his hands on any of his money from when he was alive. Or his pension. But he's going to talk to someone, that's for sure.

In the meantime, he's still putting things on his tab (in this case, a breakfast of bacon and eggs). It's not like they're going to throw him out for non-payment, is it?

work related slowtime possible]

milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com

The damage done by the Slayer the other day is healed, and Wells' hands are back to normal, so naturally what's the first thing he does when he arrives at Milliways? Heads out to the back in search of the heavy bag.

It's not as stupid an idea as it sounds. In Wells' experience, things that were broken or torn tend to heal back tougher than before. He needs to be sure that this is still the case before he picks up a smith's hammer again, and what better way to do that than going a few rounds with the bag? Besides, he hasn't hit anything in two whole days. Werewolf or otherwise, a man in his position gets twitchy under those circumstances.

He missed having a training bag to work against in Greece. Going up against the local champions wasn't anything at all like the same. They were much too breakable. This? This is good.

undevoured.livejournal.com

It's autumn, which means it's cooled down outside, enough that when Harvey woke up under a jacket this morning, he didn't spend an hour scowling at it before pulling it on, and going outside.

The lake area is very nice, cool, and crisp, and changing leaves, and...

He still can't help thinking of the Holiday House.

He wonders if Milliways has Halloween.

After spending a few minutes scowling in the shadow of the bar, he sets out around the lake, wandering aimlessly, kicking up leaves, and wondering how far the forest goes.

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

Ace is very, very confused. She went back to her TARDIS for a few things now that the weather has turned colder in Yorkshire, and noticed a new signal coming from her scanners.

Thus, instead of hauling bags of cold-weather gear back to the farm, she's at a table with a mocha, a printout, a couple highlighters, and a massive book that could be used as a blunt instrument, or an anchor.

Ace doesn't much like being confused.

ushouldcwhatic.livejournal.com

Some people have come back, but there were still signs about vanished people. So after classes had finished, John headed out back. He walked around, occasionally reaching out to touch a tree trunk, a shrub, a patch of earth. Anything for a clue or a sign. Nothing so far.

no-sin-but.livejournal.com

Marlowe is in the Bar, lounging in front of the Oberservation Window and watching the end of everything. He is, somewhat unusually, dressed in what most in Milliways would consider modern clothes - black jeans, ankle-boots, button-up shirt and a jacket.

The former poet is also smoking. 'Modern' cigarette, instead of a pipe, but it's been years since and habits are habits, and stress is stress and if you ignored the Elizabethan haircut, he could be from the tweny-first century.

Also the dagger that doesn't leave, but that's hidden by the leg of his jeans.

try_corsets

[OOM: After the vote, Elizabeth waylays Jack with questions, but she's not the only one with something to say.]

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

turned_captain

[OOM: The Flying Dutchman sails in the Dark]

(Timed a couple of days ago. Spoilers for Pirates of the Caribbean:At World's End)

seewhatyoumean.livejournal.com

Cass spends a lot of time in the rafters, but every so often she wants something to eat or to drink. While the waitrats aren't averse to delivering up to the rafters, she finds it a lot easier to order straight from Bar herself. Less confusion all around that way (it turns out that it's hard to read a rat's body language).

Which is why Cass is sitting at the bar with a big glass of of milk and two oversized cheeseburgers. There are signs that there may have been a third burger on the plate at some point, but it's already gone. If you ask nicely, she might be willing to share some of her fries.

rt-5478.livejournal.com

So yesterday was National Coming Out Day. Artie didn't really feel right about participating, though; while he is openly gay, he's not yet comfortable being openly gerbil on campus.

Milliways, however, is a whole other story. Artie is now seated at a table with a sign saying:

National Coming Out Day
Let your freak flag fly!
Also on the table are several stacks of stickers intended to be worn as nametags, with the caption "I'm _______ And I'm Proud Of It!". As Artie's own nametag shows, he doesn't intend to restrict the celebration to alternative sexualities. Anyone care to join in?

[ooc: Come pick up a nametag or just chat. Anyone who picks up a sticker will get a matching icon!

Edit: Holy CRAP, there's a lot of people here. I'll get to everyone, but please be patient with me.]

button-masher.livejournal.com

Tycho has a plan for today.

He has stolen one of Gabe's X-Wing books...and has a pen. This is a dangerous combination. Tycho, wizard of words, is up to something.

In fact, he is taking his pen and turning all the i's in X-Wing and turning them into a's, creating the ever clever X-Wang.

BRILLIANCE. Tycho Brahe is made of pure BRILLIANCE.

feminine-menace.livejournal.com

The Front Door slams open and YT stalks in, smelling faintly but nonetheless unmistakably (and somewhat nauseatingly) of vinyl. She crosses to the Bar without saying hello to anyone and collapses on a stool, her elbows on the bartop and her fingers clenched in her short hair. YT emits a noise that falls somewhere in between a sigh and an "Aaaarrrrgh."

Guess what kind of day she's having?

runmakitarun.livejournal.com

[OOM: Makita's been worried about the situation at home. She has assembled a crack team, and sits them down for a briefing before opening the door and leading them into a combat zone. It should have been a pretty straightforward mission, but this is Milliways so of course some people who are not really suited to the mission come along for the ride.

There is quite a bit of fighting, and not a little killing, but eventually everyone makes it home. Well... mostly.]

A few hours after Makita led one group through the door, a slightly different group begins filing back through. More mud, more dirt, more blood, and more injuries mark them upon their return. Suddenly Makita comes in, tucking up into a ball followed closely by a tall redhead in a thoroughly torn combat suit. Closely on their heels follows an explosion. Fortunately Caitlin's in position to block incoming shrapnel.

Makita moves quickly, rising from the floor and rushing the door. It, unfortunately, doesn't open. She kicks it angrily, rattles it, and tries a bit of profanity, but it's clearly stuck.

So there's a seventeen year old girl covered in blood (fortunately: none of it is hers, this time) staring at the door with a combination of anger and anxiety. Approach her with caution, she's still heavily armed. Nearby there a tall redhead is sprawled out on the floor, trying to get up, bruised and bloodied.

[ooc: You're welcome to tag Makita or Cait here if you wish. Other participating pups will get their own EPs at the discretion of their muns.]

argyle_princess

[OOM: Ending.]

basic_powers

Tyler sits at the bar, writing out some notes to people.

( For Ray )

( For Enzo )

With that he picks up his backpack and heads back to the secret passage in the library. Back home it's late and he really needs the sleep tomorrow to stay alert during shop class.

Five minutes later a new door appears where the other one was, instead of a 10-year-old walking through, there's a young man in a helmet, cape and cowl ensemble of varying shades of grey and dark blue, with a crescent moon on his chest. He also seems to be talking to someone else, beyond the door's line of sight.

"I've got to get back to my day job, sir. I'll see if I can't dig something else up on the Orion's activities." He calls back before shutting the door behind him and pausing. "What th... Oh HEY! I haven't been here in ages."

He grins and heads over to the Bars surface. "Miss Bar? Could I get a strawberry Mad Dog smoothie and a medium rare tenderloin, please?"

The meal appears, along with a room key. "Thanks. Man, you have no idea how much I missed coming here."

[OOC: Come meet the young chipper vigilante!]

song_tra_bong

Mary Anne's back from Bahamut. She's slumped at a table not too far from the door, her rifle propped against the table leg. She's still wearing her winter cammo coat (the blood on the side is not hers, the blood at the shoulder is). At some point she's going to get around to ordering a drink.

At least her shoulder's stopped bleeding.

dead-comrade.livejournal.com

He didn't go. Or rather. . . he did, because he's like that.

But this man didn't.

Fortunately there's not too much risk of the rest of the questers mistaking him for the one who went; he's not snow-covered and thawing out, and has all the appearances of having been here for a while. (Also, less emotionally dead.)

He is peoplewatching, as always. Isn't it amazing how much everyone has here. For one thing? Their brains.

undignified

Wes is humming under his breath as he sets up the Bar for 'tending, a little later than he normally does.

(It's a song he heard on the 'Net this morning. Goes a bit like naNAnaNAnanana, with a little c'monc'mon and tapping-in-rhythm thrown in.)

WHISKEY is chalked up on the Specials board in a sketchy sort of fashion, with Aurebesh above it. Handy translation.

It was for his own benefit while writing the English, but it can still be handy for other people.

gorgonfondness

There's a rather dejected Guildmaster poking at her food.

That's about it, really.

Come distract her from her oh-so-interesting dinner.

hungryampersand.livejournal.com

The door opens on a heavenly temple filled with divine radiance. After a few moments, Famine teleports to just inside the door and carefully closes it behind itself. When it turns around, though, it stops and frowns. "This isn't Njezjin's!" the Rider says, confused and aggravated.

It examines the room closely, ready to attack if necessary. (For some reason, teleporting away and trying for its intended destination hasn't occured to it yet.)

please read this post before tagging, or ping ampersandand on aim!

Current Mood: CONF AGG
Current Location: not Njezjin's

madolyn-madden.livejournal.com

Madolyn has claimed a couch by a fireplace, having gotten herself a plate of cookies, a glass of milk, and an ambiguous blanket-like object that is now wrapped around her shoulders. It is covered with patterns of moose.

In her lap is a huge copy of Bleak House, which she seems mildly absorbed in, her knees tucked up to her chest.

So really, the couch was made for more than one person and the cookies are just begging to be shared.

the-grayman.livejournal.com

It's a little like a bad joke, but at least it's not a dirty one. Allen knows enough of those to last him well into ... well, the rest of his life, really. They're all funny, but no one he knows these days laughs at them. This is a good thing.

So a guy walks into a bar ...

This guy is sopping wet and wishing his well-made, silver-lined coat was actually waterproof. At least this bar is warm and dry, and from the smell of it, probably has food as well.

Timcampi hides in his coat sleeve. He's not terribly fond of wet weather, either.

still-windrider.livejournal.com

Ororo slips into the bar quietly, shutting the door behind her as she takes a moment to look around. She has not seen Kate the last two times she has been here, but tonight...

Tonight she does.

guppy_sandhu

It's Friday night.

Outside the door can be heard screaming. There's a fight, a brawl going on; if you can see through there's six or seven people involved. Hospital Security are swarming over them as they wait for the police. As they are pushed back, the brawlers scatter, aware that they are about to be arrested and barging their way through staff and patients. As one shoves a woman over the reception desk, he gets grabbed, floored and pinned by Guppy, despite being a good deal bigger.

Within a few moments, all is quiet outside again, the police leading the brawlers out. Guppy moves into the bar, giving instructions to other staff as he goes. He pauses in the doorway.

"...and the police are going to want the CCTV. Start first aid on any bystanders, I'll be with you in less than ten minutes, okay?"

He closes the door without waiting for a response, then moves into the infirmary and comes back with a portable scanner. This in turn he runs over his hand, scowling.

"Bloody drunks."

After a couple of minutes he seems satisfied that there's nothing broken, and swaps the scanner for a cup of tea.

mistressmaryquitecontrary

There have been several notes left for Mary over the past few days.

Unfortunately, Mary hasn't been in the bar to pick up any of them. After discovering the damage done to the greenhouse, she's been spending all her spare time cleaning up and attempting to set things to rights - and also furiously trying to figure out the identity of whoever intruded on her place. (Unsuccessfully. Though she blames Puck out of habit.)

But now, at last, Mary comes into the bar, scowling at everyone she passes in case they're one of the greenhouse-trashing culprits and heading in the direction of the counter.

[This one's plotlocked. Sorry, guys!]

howling_laugh

[OOM: To market.

and

One.]

Warning for violence and language.

cutting_edgex23

X-23 drops down from the rafters, feet ghost-quiet on the worn floorboards. She moves toward Bar, ordering a sandwich and orange juice, then looks for a booth with the best view of the room.

That one's taken, that one's taken, that one--

That one will do. She slides through the crowd, careful not to touch anyone, and sets her plate down.

She's very hungry.

And, perhaps, still used to living on the streets; it's a trait that will probably never entirely leave her.

young_womble

There is a Womble in the bar.

Except today his fur is snow white, and he's sitting surrounded by a couple of large books, occasionally making notes and mumbling to himself.

He's so absorbed that he's in quite an exposed place today, under one of the more open tables.

night-hibiscus.livejournal.com

There's the deep rumble and sudden crack of nearby thunder, impossibly loud, and the bar door blows open; Yuna flies in through it, landing heavily on the ground.

She looks more angry than harmed, although the unmistakeable stink of burnt hair is all around her.

The image in the door is frozen, as it is usually is when she enters, but it's usually not this eerie--the land outside is desolate, blasted; cloaked in clouds and dotted with steel towers. In the distance, a lightning bolt is frozen in mid-air, licking out at one of the towers.

She kicks the door shut, scowling through her fried hair.

prydeful

Kate's--

She's not exactly stir-crazy.

Mostly, she just...wants her boyfriend to get back. Wants Logan to get back. Wants the cold that hit a few days ago to just finish up entirely already, and wants to have Logan's damned healing factor.

But so far she's 0 for 4.

She's more realistically hoping, as she settles into a booth with her security badge visible, that Ororo might be, but first glance doesn't reveal her either.

And her dragon is God only knows where.

Conclusion: coffee, a book by Emma Bull, and a box of tissues are needed.

She's not using the latter too much, though, and if she thought she was contagious she wouldn't be here.

Which means she's open to interruptions, as lovely as The War of the Oaks is.

ETA: When she gets ready to leave, she notices a note.

And her jaw tightens, as Kate wonders just where Lilly's gone, and hopes the answer isn't one she'll regret asking for.

waylostandfound.livejournal.com

Nathan didn't mind remaining in the bar for the time being. For one thing, wanted some time to recuperate from spending a week in feathers and talons. Even if it did feel freeing to be able to fly whenever he wanted and not feel like a freak of nature for once. Or even think about what awaited him at home.

What he was supposed to do. Forsake millions, along with his brother.

gonna_live

[Not quite a clean bill of health.]

After, the door to the lake opens and Kaylee comes through, looking both puffy-eyed and tired. It's dark out, and she's blinking a little as she crosses to the bar, because while something with alcohol may be in order, she's not going to order it --

Because at least that's something she can control.

A milkshake it is.

listen-to-the.livejournal.com

Coalhouse Walker doesn't like music.

(That--is not quite the truth. But the truth is complicated, and slippery.)

It can be hard to get away from music in Milliways; his booth tonight is diametrically opposite the piano, and he sits with his back to it, but he can't do anything much about the sound system, which pipes strange music in out of thin air.

Some of it hurts his ears, barely recognizable to his turn of the century tastes of music; some of it is bland and practically negligible. And some of it cuts him to the quick.

He's got a bowl of some kind of stew, beef and potatoes and carrots pressure-boiled to a general texture, and a hunk of bread that he tears off an occasional chunk of, and he's trying to not listen to the (bang - bang - bang) music.

art-and-brian.livejournal.com

Justin is lounging on a sofa, sketching idly. He's dressed casually and has a coffee in front of him. The drawings are of Halloween things. Well, Brian in a variety of (hot) costumes actually but that's still in keeping with the season, right?

Totally botherable. He's not bored but not terribly absorbed either.