milliways_bar | Oct. 15th, 2007

Oct. 15th, 2007

m-antonivs.livejournal.com

The door opens, and in walks--with, it must be said, not the steadiest of walks--a man. He looks human, anyway, tall and dark-haired and with the tan and muscle of an old-school soldier. Very old-school, though who can tell, judging by his tunic? Lot of people have worn tunics, though most of them haven't had as fine a tunic as he has, dark blue with a gold border, probably expensive. The careful observer might note his Roman sandals, though there's so much to look at besides his feet.

It takes a moment for him to register that the door he has come through isn't the one he intended, or at least not the destination he'd thought. Unless Atia had redecorated while he'd been in the other room--but no, this is bigger, and not to her taste at all. He stops and looks around the room, wavering between amusement and confusion. He'd have to send for more of that wine, if this is the effect it has...

Meet Mark Antony. Some days it's good to be Tribune.

((ooc: off for a bit. I'll be back.)

gone_byebye

[OOM: Ray doesn't talk about his birthday.]

Ray walks into the Bar looking as if he were a perfectly normal person from a perfectly normal universe who has nonetheless seen a ghost. "Bar?" he says, shuffling up to said furnishing in his t-shirt, sweatpants, and Incredible Hulk slippers. "Could I, um, have something in the way of breakfast? I'm not sure I'm going to need caffeine again. Ever. For anything."

He's just going to headthunk now until the big pile of fried stuff arrives.

"Worst. Birthday. Present. Ever."

hippodamio

Some time ago, Hektor finished the book the Bar had given him. As valuable as such knowledge might be he knew full well he could not take the text with him; the goddess would not allow it so. Why else should the door vanish upon his being given the volume? Surely enough, he found that upon returning the book the door returned as well, and so he bowed and made his farewells to the Bar before slipping away.

It has been two months, not less, since that time. Today has been spent in training another horse to match his Boukephalos; this one also was of the blood of the Turkomen, though not, alas, of Lord Roustam's stock. Still, the new beast- Balios- has proved nearly a match for the bigger stallion, and that is more than any can say of the horses native to Troy. He will serve well enough.

For that reason and that reason only, Hektor is dressed in everyday garb when the door opens upon Milliways for him. He stops in the entryway, looks around him, and bows. A moment later the door shuts; when he returns, he has with him two amphorae, which slosh and gurgle. "Lady," he says, bowing deeply, "you have my thanks. One hopes that the wine and oil of this year's harvests will suffice for all that you have given me in the past." As the two containers vanish into the Bartop, he bows again, and is unsurprised to see the food presented him in return.

It has been a long day indeed with the horses. Hektor can be excused, one hopes, for finding a seat and tucking in before making any effort to remove the dust of that long day.

gotham-knocking.livejournal.com

Alex Knox lies stretched out on a couch, reading a James Bond novel (one of the authorized sequels by John Gardner, which seem too intent on feeding 007, but are still entertaining). He looks all casual in a t-shirt and sweatpants. The only hint at all that he is nursing a sore leg is that rather refined looking walking stick leaning against the couch. And there is pretty much no hint at all that the last few days have been both trying and triumphant.

Not unless you talk to him.

[ooc: ~~usual work related slowtime possibilities~~ heading home - will tag when I can]

bigheadedchild.livejournal.com

It's been some time since Dib's found the time to come visit Milliways - even if it is undeniably his favoure place in any universe.

The people don't think he's crazy here.

Really.

He has no idea what some of them think.

He also has no idea that Zim has been in the bar.

At the moment, Dib can be found sitting at a table with a good view of the observation window, typing away on his laptop (for what it's worth, he's working on compiling his information on the Irken language), with a big glass of some ALIEN drink (it's bright blue, and fizzy) at his elbow, and a half-eaten pizza on the other side.

He is very, very botherable.

((ooc: for sanity's sake, all threads are millitimed to BEFORE Zim's.))

3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com

((OOM. The morning after their return from Bahamut, Mel and Goldy review the mission through the magic of micro-video technology. They are accompanied by a sleepy Steph, a curious Roshaun, and a Makita bearing alcoholic gifts.))

ultradreamer.livejournal.com

Mirai has been quietly trying to locate someone from Security to ask some questions. Unfortunately, he's been too quiet, and he also spent some time trying to find a room to let since he expects to be around a while.

So today, wearing jeans, a blue t-shirt, sneakers and a leather jacket, he comes down the stairs and quietly asks the bar for the means to leave a message for someone in Security.

( The message says: )

That done, he gets a book he's never read before, a glass of a beverage he's never had before, and finds a place to sit. While he's reading and suffering through his first glass ever of Moxie, he's easy to bother if you like.

dingdongdoodily.livejournal.com

Pickles is way too easily entertained.
Case in point; he has a slinky. And has been doing nothing but playing with the slinky for over an hour.

Of course, he can put it down any time he feels like it, but it's just so... slinky!

If you want a seat on the couch, you'll have to ask him to stop using it like his personal lounge.

there-is-a-me.livejournal.com

Even the most casual of comparisons between now and when Spoon first entered the bar will prove that he is far, far closer to sane than he was. The stretches of good days can span weeks at a time without a break.

That doesn't mean he doesn't have bad days now and then anyway. They aren't as bad; he won't slip his form unawares, he won't completely lose track of the place and the time, but there are still days when silver dances behind his eyelids and memory won't be completely shut away.

Spoon is stealing extra time away from Yorkshire out back, today, working the patterns that Lan is teaching him and reaching for peace. He could hold the Flame and the Void, but it is better (in his mind) to work through things without it if possible.

Fewer repercussions come the moon.

doctor-driscoll.livejournal.com

When Ben Driscoll enters the bar today he does so with trepedation.

He really doesn't understand why he hesitated the minute he saw that his apartment had turned into a bar, something...

Well, something about people. The People. Yes this place housed a few characters, but for the past few months dealing with human beings has become increasingly more and more...difficult.

A rat scurries by and he shifts his feet quickly, nearly falling over into a table. The man seems incredibly...hesitant around his fellow humans.

He takes a seat in an out-of-the-way booth, pulling open a newspaper. The headline?

PEACE DECLARED IN THE MIDDLE EAST

If that's not a conversation starter, We don't know what is.

slasherofprices.livejournal.com

There are some very important people coming to Sandford soon. They will decide whether Sandford is the best village. Everyone in Sandford knows it is the best village, but official validation is a nice thing to have. Official validation means you can slap that title on signs and pamphlets and wave it around in other forms of PR. In order to achieve this high honor, many people have thrown themselves whole body into preparing the village for judgment. One of those people is Simon Skinner.

Evidently, when Simon Skinner is not throwing himself whole body into cleaning up Sandford, he's hogging one of the Milliways couches, sprawled out with his legs dangling over an armrest as a book rests on his face as if he's learning it through osmosis. He's actually asleep. You might be able to tell: you see, he's snoring. Loudly.

shadowsfound.livejournal.com

[OOM: Canon evils incoming, as Kevin finds himself with a maybe-roommate]

his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com

With adult Sarah Jane still on Eiattu enjoying her rather long lasting honeymoon, the door to Milliways is wide open for a small girl to wander in in her place. Her school uniform is astray; she had been hurrying home today.

Because today You Only Live Twice premieres in theaters and she and Benjamin are determined to disobey their respective guardian and parents in order to sneak in to the theater. That rule which states that they're far too young for such a movie makes no sense at all.

So, you can imagine her surprise, disappointment, and then elation when she wanders into Milliways rather than the shop to grab pop and candy for her and Benjamin.

Hee!

walksthebounds

It just gets colder and colder outside, doesn't it?

Which is why Jamie is currently inside with his football yet again, dribbling it deftly around the tables. He's managed to avoid running into any patrons or waitrats thus far. We'll see how long that lasts.

awesome_lilly

As cunning plans go, Captain Will Laurence having a passing acquaintance with a traveler from Milliways and escorting Lilly Kane to reunite with said traveler is far less elaborate than a fake marriage.

Possibly more effective, however.

It takes the two of them a few attempts before Laurence's door opens on anything but his corridor, but they keep backing off and trying it again. They get to the point where Lilly is crossing her fingers and both she and Laurence are focusing really hard on getting to Milliways before it opens, but then...

The front door swings open and Lilly Kane and Captain Will Laurence walk in.

[ooc: two muns, two pups, tag either or both, just let us know!]

badinlatin

Mal received Merriman's note last night after his shift, and it's a quick reply:

Thanks for the update.

Don't suppose I need to tell you what further intervention I think's required, do I?

Mal Reynolds.

spins-magic.livejournal.com

[OOM: Sandry and her housemates make their first market day in Summersea a memorable one.]

It's a very different looking Sandry who has just arrived in Milliways--not the neat and tidy child she normally is. This Sandry is scraped and bruised and dirty. Her dress is torn and muddy, and her braids have mostly come undone.

Fresh from her first street brawl and she couldn't look prouder. Or happier.

Because when she had lit into those town boys, it hadn't only been her friend Daja who had come running to help her. Briar and Tris--who up until now had seemed determined not to be friends--had come too. And those boys aren't likely to forget the trouncing that they got any time soon.

Sandry decides that Milliways is as good a place as any to pull herself back together. She stands on her toes so that she can see the top of Bar.

"Bar? Do you have anything I can wash up with?"

A tray of supplies promptly arrives.

ushouldcwhatic.livejournal.com

So one year, Bruce and Sarah sprung for a iPod for John, partially since they knew what a fan of music he is. Also, Bruce thought he needed to get with modern technology since John was still one for vinyl over CDs. Much less digital music. He was appeased some with the fact he could get music that was hard to find elsewhere.

Though despite Bruce's hope he'd modernize his music selections, John was listening to some classics. Last track was Lou Reed, and now it was King Crimson . He relaxed in his seat as he listened, and casually watched the bar.

basic_powers

[OOM:Some people should never be allowed to watch Mythbusters. Particularly if they have the meta-power of mad science.]

Tyler walks in carrying a large box in front of him, handling it like he expects the thing to blow up in his face. After he got done with school today there was a crate on his bunk bed from Angie. Considering he hadn't seen much of her since Friday, that meant she was in detention. Again.

If the box contains what he thinks it does, he's going to try the stuff out here at Milliways, preferably if he can find Ray.

guppy_sandhu

Guppy is by the infirmary, eating dinner, knitting a tiny jumper and reading the Holby Gazette all at the same time.

Clearly multitasking is not just for women.

The doctor is in

shufti

Security member on duty.

Shufti is sitting on the rafters, watching the bar.

cutting_edgex23

There's no shadow detaching from other shadows and settling in a corner of the bar.

There's no stealthy movement, no furtive detaching from a crowd and slinking into position.

There is just a girl, dark haired and green eyed, slipping into the bar by way of the back door, and ordering some dinner.

Spaghetti, to be precise.

It's just another way of blending in.

Or it is until someone pays attention to the way she moves--edgy, wary, poised to defend herself.

Okay, so blending in long-term is going to take a lot of work.

kitchen_maid

[OOM: In the House of Arch, Prince Merry of Ambergeldar meets yet another namesake, a favor is asked, and (to no one's surprise), there is tea.]

milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com

Wells got the better of several Slayers today on speed and form both, a fact in which he takes considerable pride. He'll never be a martial artist for the sake of the art alone, but it's damned impressive to be able to pull off some of the moves he's gone up against in practise with Batgirl. This isn't to say that he doesn't ache all over, but that'll pass. Pain always does, in his experience.

Alcohol probably wouldn't go down all that well right now, though, so he's at Bar in search of some tea before Annie comes to take him home.

captainryan.livejournal.com

Dead werewolf inna bar with an after-dinner pint.

He's people watching before he heads out to the forge.

Bother at will.

lostworldhunter.livejournal.com

Roxton was rather embarrassed about letting a woman, ah, pet him while he was a lion. Is it any wonder that as soon as he recovered his clothes he disappeared through his Door?

Still, that was nearly a week ago on his side of the Door, and he's been busy since then. It was Marguerite who suggested they start searching the cave system for a new way off the plateau, though Roxton's no fool. He knows she's been busy collecting new gems for her collection. Sure, he picked up a few for himself, but that was only to pay his tab at Milliways. It rather difficult to find supplies in the middle of a South American jungle.

Which is how he comes to be in Milliways today, dressed in full explorer regalia, including hat, knapsack, and guns, along with a lit torch. He was just in a cave, after all.

Come help him put the flame out. He'd like to stay awhile.

landlesslord

You could say that the man dressed entirely in black leather is looking a bit worse for wear. You would be right. Noxious fumes and getting your ass handed to you by Saladin's troop of lady ninjas in blue spandex do more than just bruise the ego.

A battered and sore Guy is alternately glowering in a dark corner and drowning his sorrows in mead.

--
Frank Martin is doing a little better. A service station in the Moselle Valley turned into Milliways and thus our hero is spared the horror of even more wurst as a result of a very poor grasp of German. Or Zwiebelkuchen.

How was he to know that not everything ending in "kuchen" was cake?

A nice, quiet table with some coffee and madelines was exactly what he needed after a day of cunningly avoiding the bits of France that don't like him

--

David Kohl on the other hand is AWESOME.

He always is. He's David Kohl, phonomancer, stud, luuurvemachine.

Also, drunk. Very very drunk. If the liquid in the glass is green, that means it's good for you right? Like vegetables?

blueeyedjohnny.livejournal.com

[oom: Final decisions]

Johnny enters, a variety of new cuts and bruises over his body. He makes his way straight to the bar and asks for paper.

( Jack Frost )

Johnny then heads over to the fire, gets a beer and a cigarette and tries to forget.

heads-you-live.livejournal.com

Domino had a job to gear up for, so she was taking full advantage of the timeslip in the bar to clean her guns. She'd taken over a booth, toolbox on the seat beside her, spreading an oilcloth out to work.

The Colt was always first, after all it was the only one she really considered hers since it was the one that had been a gift. Domino, it should be said, had an ... interesting sense of propriety.

Feel free to interrupt though, she'll be more than happy to talk.

(Recycled EP, but still good as new! Please, recycle your unused EPs, it's better for the environment if we don't clutter up the landfills with ... okay, no idea where I'm going with this, shutting up now)

mnt_mike

Mike is standing behind Bar.
This should not be confused with Mike bartending, because there's really no tending to speak of, just standing.
Well, standing and looking.

Under one arm is something roughly the shape of a shoebox, but that is covered with more sparkles than one would imagine the outside of a shoebox could safely maintain. Not without the shoebox being forced to reconsider its sexual preferences.

That is if shoeboxes had sexual preferences.
Which, as of this moment, they don't.

That we know of, anyway.

"I was thinking more front and center. Think I could get the loompas to maybe install some sort of spot light or something? I really want people to see and use this."

While he looks up towards the rafters, Bar produces several sets of sunglasses.

taishar_malkier

There are several reasons for Lan to be in the bar reasonably often.

One of them is being on Security, of course. He has a duty to fulfill, and part of that is being available. Another reason is what's happened to so many patrons -- the strange disappearances, and still no real clues to who or how. And there are others.

But whatever ones are foremost tonight, the fact remains: Lan is sitting at a table in a back corner of the bar, smoking a pipe idly and slouched with apparent laziness in his chair, color-shifting cloak thrown back to puddle in dizzying folds around the chair legs.

sorrowfulmisery.livejournal.com

It was odd not being near Cable most of the time if not all of the time. But it was something she'd live with. From her room she grabbed a bag which held her guns, not including the ones she placed within her shoulder and thigh holsters. And not including her shotgun. Walking downstairs she headed towards the door aiming to head back to her husband but was stopped short when the door opened on its own causing her to blink and allowing her to notice that on the other side of the door was a redheaded woman, Jean Grey.

There was a power coming off of this woman that she couldn't quite pinpoint. Something she'd never felt before save for when she'd been around Cable but even then... She gives the woman a small smile with the words 'Excuse me' leaving her lips. Green eyes stare at her and then once the woman walks past her she walks out the door only for it to shut behind her and vanish. Only for her to find that she'd ended up in her own world rather than her husband's.

And what seems like only a few minutes Milliways time but was actually six months her time, the door re-opens showing a more rugged and battle worn Alice on the other side. The honey blonde was more than happy to see the bar before her, something she thought she might not see again.

[OOC: Comment at your own risk. Comments will contain spoilers for Resident Evil: Extinction.]

sorrowfulmisery.livejournal.com

[OOM: Once back in Milliways Alice reflects on the things that happened back home.]

[OOC: Contains spoilers for Resident Evil: Extinction]

becomingphoenix.livejournal.com

Being back in her own home world had been odd to say the least. The school there and them welcoming her with open arms. Something she hadn't truly expected. While there she taught like she'd always done and also along the lines had married Scott. It was still Jean Grey but she was now part of the Summers clan. Making sure Scott was fine at the school by himself (though she knew he was) she kissed him and decided to head back to Milliways. Heading towards the door it seemed to open on its own causing her to blink and allowing her to notice that on the other side of the door was a honey blonde woman.

There was a power coming off of this woman that she couldn't quite pinpoint. Something she'd never felt before save for when she'd been around Xavier but even then... She gives the woman a small smile with the words 'Excuse me' leaving her lips. Green eyes stare at her and then once the woman walks past her she walks in the door only for it to shut and vanish.

Staring at where the door had been for a moment she walked over to the bar and orders herself a cup of tea and a book on medical science before going over to the couch and sitting down curling up in it.

[OOC: The woman in question is Alice Abernathy. That way no one gets confused on who the honey blonde is.]