milliways_bar | Oct. 19th, 2007

Oct. 19th, 2007

sylvie-barker.livejournal.com

St.Louis is preparing for Halloween. Sylvie and the pack have had a good month so far, and for once, the full moon won't interfere with holiday celebrations. So, enter one werewolf in a cheerful mood.

She's a little surprised when the door to a closet at her house opens onto Milliways instead, but not at all unhappy about it. And, botherable.

shadowsfound.livejournal.com

The door opens on a darkened room, and a second later, someone stumbles across the threshold. He freezes, one hand raised.

"What. the. hell--"

Wither stops just inside the front door, putting a hand on the wall to
steady himself.
Right. Milliways. And I've been here before?
The memories still aren't easy to recall, but at least he recognizes it now.

A glance back shows him he isn't Bound again. His jacket's slung over one shoulder. He pulls it on as he makes his way to the bar, frowning.

immortalthief

Behind the Bar is a lake, and next to the lake there is a forest area. Out in this forest area there is a woman who is not yet immortal practicing an art form that hasn't been invented in her time. Amanda is working on her Tai Chi using the magazine and other books that she has found to try and teach herself this new art form. Company is welcome.

milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com

Wells isn't much of a one for Halloween. Never has been. That doesn't mean he and his household aren't preparing for an upcoming holiday- it's just that the holiday is one that involves fire and explosions, not candy, small children, and carved root vegetables.

(He's never been fond of pumpkins, either.)

The stock of fireworks and the like has been given its own shed well back on the property; he sees no sense in putting that stuff anywhere that could accidentally result in firefighters finding out what he keeps in the basement. It was a pre-fabricated thing from one of the shops in Harrogate, just the sort of thing you don't want to have to browbeat into submission after a long day of drilling small group tactics into adolescent girls, so he could really use his tea and a spot of quiet consideration out by the lake.

Or being bothered, either one.

sosectu-rior.livejournal.com

Ilyana stops in only long enough to leave notes for

( Guppy Sandhu )
and

( Atton Rand )

She gives them to Bar, and then, as per an earlier promise, she and a certain young man from "Earth 616" go through her door. Kevin Ford's edgy, almost afraid to hope after everything that's happened recently, but Ilyana's smile and confident manner win the moment. Then, they're gone.

gone_byebye

[OOM: Cold, hot, sunny side up- what matters about revenge is that it's a dish best served with henchmen. And this time, Walter Peck's got them.]

"No offense to anybody here who might be from the area, but I'm getting really tired of the scenery in Pennsylvania," Ray says. "Also of the smell of flamethrower fuel, and anything whatsoever to do with mice. Bar? I want ice cream. Please."

Bar obliges, and Ray goes to one of the tables in search of a mouse-free place to sit.

sime-channel.livejournal.com

Even though Suzi has been here for more than a year, it's still disturbing to zlin an ambient so devoid of selyn. Whistler isn't here right now, so the ambient is empty of everyone but Suzi when it comes to selyn.

There are still the emotions, the other thousand and one things that she can pick up on, but the whole sitting in a room full of corpses feeling bothers her now and then. The fact that she's been learning about Halloween isn't helping.

cant_kim

The best thing about Milliways, as far as Kim is concerned, is when it shows up behind an unexpected door on those chilly, drizzling days in London.

She slips inside, wiping dampness off her face with the cuff of her jacket, and heads straight for the fireplace to curl up on the hearth.

Every so often, her hand strays towards an inner pocket, just to make sure the contents haven't gone anywhere. Mostly, though, she's keeping her usual wary watch on the other patrons.

[OOC: ~~Mun is off to dinner, will be back within the hour.~~ Back!]

slayer_fray

The thing about super healing is that bones heal really really fast. It's still not overnight, though, and it's definitely not fast enough for Mel.

She has a tube bandage over her ankle now, because plaster casts are for wimps, but thanks to pressure from head bartenders, roommates and other influences, she's sworn not to stand on it more than necessary. Which is why she's doing her Security shift from the couch, foot elevated on the arm, and a large bubble tea in her hand.

She's still armed of course. It's easier to relax with a huge axe on your lap.

gorgonfondness

Why is it that nearly all of Mia's worries begin with the name "Draco Malfoy"?

It's been true since before they've even met and it's holding true now.

She should be seeing him for tea soon. In the meantime, she's looking at the ring sitting on her left hand.

iamhismummy.livejournal.com

The door swings open, letting in a blast of cold air, and Nancy walks in again, a small blond boy wrapped around her and sobbing as she carries him. She looks even more tired than before, but she's handling his weight if not easily, then well-practiced.

"Sssh, Jamie, sssh, it's all right, I won't go. I'll get us food tomorrow, after the raids stop, all right?"

It doesn't seem to be having as much of a soothing effect as she might have hoped.

and-far-away.livejournal.com

Sharpe's been in London for a day or two now. His appointment with Wellington is tomorrow - and mutter as he might about being summoned then made to make an appointment, he knows the man and he knows his ways. So he's at a bit of a loss, today.

He wasn't expecting the door of his rented room to open on Milliways, but he's certainly not complaining when he comes in and flops into a chair.

gotapenny.livejournal.com

It's been a long hard day at Camp Toccoa, Georgia. Captain Herbert Sobel has been a relentless commanding officer sending another recruit packing out of the paratrooper training program. Easy was the only Company in all of the 506th to have such a drop rate that sometimes George wondered why Colonel Sink allowed the man to continue.

Heck- all the guys wondered why Sobel hadn't got the boot yet. Winters was a much better choice to lead the Company. Not to be a beating pad for Sobel's childish tantrums.

When the door to what is supposed to be the makeshift barracks opens for second platoon the heat from the Georgia sunset fills the space around the door inside. Dressed in PT gear of a white t-shirt and navy shorts with the 506th patch on the right leg, Private First Class George Luz steps inside, calling over his shoulder. "..right, Muck. You keep tellin yourself that. We meetin for cards later?"

"Yeah, Luz. Gonna beat you this time!" comes the yelled reply.

"We'll see about that." Turning back around he stumbles inside, blinking his brown eyes once or twice before opening his mouth to speak. Nothing comes up.

Looking back over his shoulder to the military camp then back at the bar he seems to have encountered he steps in letting the door close behind him. "Huh..maybe Sobel's lost it after all.."

[ooc: This post is product of a crack chat with JGPhoenix and it ain't the same Luz that's in the bar. Enjoy the crack of a full of himself paratrooper for the night. XD]

Current Mood: curious

jedi-bastila.livejournal.com

When the door to the training room opened onto a familiar bar, Bastila's lips quirked into a relieved smile. "Finally," she murmured as she stepped into Milliways Bar. It'd been over a month since her last visit. Over a month since her meeting with Kira and her daughters. She'd distractedly wondered why no door had appeared for such a long period, amusing herself with the idea that Milliways somehow knew she didn't want to come across Revan and his happy family. She'd not given it much thoughts though, at least not until the Council ran into a deadlock and needed Atton's input. Atton who was nowhere to be found - at least, nowhere in the known galaxy. Bastila had a pretty good idea where he could be found, but the trouble was to get there. Doors to Milliways didn't appear on request - at least, not for Bastila. And this is how she came to enter the bar with such a relieved smile today. Finally, a door had appeared.

Now to hope that Atton really was here.

themerlin

Out in the night by the lake, Merlin sits and watches the stars, her eyes full of the beauty that comes on bright nights. She has found a deeper connection with nature since her use of Gaia's powers and transformation, and she is enjoying it. This night, she sits on a rock and lets the cool breeze roll past her, feeling it ruffle her robe. It is a good night for those who enjoy cool nights.

gravity_shifter

It's been two cycles since Sikozu first arrived here. Two years, and for all her memory is long, she can't quite pinpoint the moment she began to think of it as home.

She does, however, remember when she decided she wanted to go back.

Despite the occasion, she sees no reason to celebrate, and so she doesn't. Instead, she meanders back and forth along a stretch of wall, stopping every so often to give the door a quick glance.

spins-magic.livejournal.com

The spinning is getting better. Far from flawless, but better.

And now that she has had a little time to adjust to the idea of magic, Sandry is starting to get ambitious. She wants to try to recreate what she had done last autumn--using thread to store light.

She keeps her breathing carefully controlled as she spins, calling bits of light into the thread. The effect is patchy at first, and then slowly evens out until the thread is producing a steady glow.

Unfortunately, Sandry's excitement makes her briefly lose control--first of her magic and then of her spindle. The thread flares bright enough to make her see spots. She drops the spindle, the light immediately going out as the thread falls apart.

"Owwwww!" Sandry grumbles, rubbing her eyes. But she sounds far more annoyed than pained.

guppy_sandhu

Today, Guppy is looking chirpy. Which is good.

He also has a 'Kick me' sign on his back. He hasn't noticed that yet.

The doctor is in

ana-pascal.livejournal.com

She's reducing a hazelnut-cappuccino scone to crumbs and working on her second cup of hot chocolate, wondering when she signed up to be part therapist, part party planner, part organizer and partly to blame for anything that can possibly go wrong--

(and imagine how terrible the dress might be)

--filling the role, she expects.

Current Music: Nat King Cole: "Quizás, Quizás, Quizás"

pirate_jack

[OOM: par·ley (pär'lē) n.

A discussion or conference, especially one that takes place between enemies negotiating terms of truce... or other matters.

Derived from parlée, 'to speak.' From the French.]

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

dr_temperance

[OOM: Brennan receives a long overdue message from her mother.]

bigredbeak

Brooklyn yawns as he sits down at the bar, cloaking his wings around his shoulders and wrapping his tail around a leg of the barstool.

Broadway has Plans tonight with Angela, and that means there is No Kitchen Time Allowed while the master chef works.

"Can I get a burger? Extra rare? Almost mooing? With the works?" he asks Bar plaintively. And he gets a Monster Burger with three patties, the works, and a nice side of fries. Brooklyn rests his beak on the bar and stares lovingly at his dinner. "Marry me."

andy-wainwright.livejournal.com

For the past few days, Andy W. had been avoiding the bar in hopes of erasing from everyone's memories that he had once been a very friendly badger (except with a certain weasel and a certain dog).

Because we all know that, even deep down inside, Andy W. is not capable of warm, fuzzy feelings whatsoever.

At present, he is hunched over the bar and trying to be as un-badgerly as possible.

---

Madolyn is officially off painkillers. This is a considerable improvement from the last time she went wandering around the bar.

Come see how much she remembers, or take advantage of the holes in her memory.

dingdongdoodily.livejournal.com

When Pickles thought about things, he got depressed.

So he's decided to not think so much.
He's currently situated himself in front of the fireplace, and has his pocket notepad out, pencil in hand, and he's writing. Around him is his obligatory booze bottle fortress of doom. Some are empty, most are untouched.

At least he seems more chipper tonight.

big-staff.livejournal.com

Little John is sitting by the fire, somewhat awkwardly holding a hot cup of tea in one hand, and balancing a book in the other. Neither items are among the outlaw's accustomed fare, but Bar has apparently decided that he's overdue for some (admittedly gentle) broadening of horizons.

Should anyone venture close enough to smell and see, the tea is unmistakably peppermint, and the book, American Cities: A Panoramic Vision, clearly belongs on a coffee table. Yet it's enough to enthrall Little John, who has never seen a modern city, let alone read a single word in his life.

second_sighted

Jordan is yawning as she comes through the door, Benny in tow.

Then she stops, scrubbing at her eyes.

She might be tired, but Milliways is better than naptime any day.

It has ice cream!

She is probably about to head over to Bar to get some.

Hopefully she doesn't trip over Benny on the way.

howling_laugh

Coyote slinks into Milliways carrying a messenger bag over one shoulder. Returning to the cafe was probably foolish, but she had tracked the girl who attacked her back to the place she had been staying.

Ransacking the place had turned up nothing but clothing and a school bag, which Coyote sets on the table in front of her and starts going through.