milliways_bar | Oct. 20th, 2007

Oct. 20th, 2007

["So he was all, let me know when you're ready. And I was all, dude, what am I doing now? And he was like, nothing good! And I was like, well DUH! And so we totally went. And he was there! And he was all, I'm totally going to tweak your nose! And I was like, holy crapy you totally are! And then she was there, and she was totally smokin'. And I got to meet the kid, which was totally AWESOME! And then it was quiet and Tonks was naked. And then after that? After THAT! It was all MEEE-ERRRR MEEE-RRRRRRR."^*

^*trans: Ray takes Mike on an adventure in New York.]

stuck-mynock.livejournal.com

Atton's up in the rafters, sprawled out and gnawing on a piece of straw (best not to ask where he got it from.) He hasn't been there long - Restlessness has set in, and so he's been spending a good deal of his time pacing about irritably and snapping at passing waitrats.

He's in a slightly gentler mood at the moment, though. The straw helps.

Botherable.

do-you-fear-me.livejournal.com

[OOM: Back in the Wizarding World, Lykos casts the spell, and Rodolphus discovers his inner beast.]

Current Mood: predatory

turned_captain

[OOM: Elizabeth makes a speech; Will makes a decision]

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

mit-probie.livejournal.com

"McGee, lets go" Jethro bellows at the young investigator. Leaning down he grabs his bag, when he looks up his team has already gone down. "Crap." the high strung investigator rushes over to the elevator, the elevator doors open, he walks in but on the other side isn't the elevator.

He looks around. "What the...?" turning back he grabs for the door but it wont open, "Gibbs is going to kill me." his head falls onto the door that wont open for a moment before turning to face the Bar, he has to find a way out.

bushel-o-apples.livejournal.com

[OOM: Somewhere in the Caribbean... No, not Monkey Island, though close. Barbossa ponders. And plots.
And after doing so, he does what any good captain does after pondering and plotting: Insults his crew.]

3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com

Goldilocks is seated at a table in the bar with coffee and a tuna melt. In between bites she's doodling on her left arm's plaster cast with a black Sharpie, attempting to make Steph's artwork a little less... flowery.

As usual, she seems to be minding her own business.

Not that she actually is.

there-is-a-me.livejournal.com

Spoon has fruit. Spoon has lots of fruit, thanks to Ace's bout of guilty fruit-purchasing combined with Ace's over-estimation of what two werewolves can eat. Spoon has, in fact, a double-armful brought back from Yorkshire so that he can taste one each of everything. Some of the fruit is glowing. Spoon also has a pad of paper, and he's taking notes on his taste-testing so that he can send Ace out after more of this or that later.

Much later.

A month or two from now.

iamhismummy.livejournal.com

Nancy comes in again, barely glances around when she realizes where she is, then closes the door and leans against it, clearly exhausted. She stays there for a good five minutes, eyes closed.

After that, she opens them determinedly and heads for the Bar, pulling a bag from somewhere in her clothes. "Canned and dried food, please", she requests quietly. "Anything that'll keep. And another set of clothes for a little boy."

When the assortment appears, she starts loading it up methodically.

lissla-lissar.livejournal.com

A woman, a book, and seven dogs in various stages of drying mud. The weather outside is cold and blustery, but the dogs mind it even less than the woman does. She washed herself earlier, and will tackle the dogs later. Right now she's simply too tired to do so, and content to sip slowly on a cup of soup while reading the story.

lady-detective.livejournal.com

I return to the party absentmindedly rubbing my knuckles. Punching Theophilius Dare proved surprisingly satisfying, and I am secure in the knowledge that he will not tell anyone about it. He's too arrogant to admit that he got knocked flat by a woman, and will have to find some suitable excuse for his split lip.

I'm three steps through the door before I realize that I am not, after all, at the party - I'm in Milliways once more, this time in formal eveningwear. Ah, well - aside from the much-deserved blow I dealt to Dare, there wasn't much of interest at that soiree. I'm in no hurry to return.

Smoothing my skirts, I take a seat at the Bar and order a glass of cherry cordial.

not-on-her-own.livejournal.com

There was one door she hadn't gone through, in Sarah's attic. Sarah and Luke were downstairs making tea, and Maria doubted Sarah would mind her snooping around a bit, provided she didn't touch any of the equipment. She'd learned by now just how sensitive and important Sarah's various gadgets were.

So, ever the curious one, Maria pushed gently on the oddly-shaped door in the far corner of the attic, stepping through.

"What..."

Maria looked around, taking a deep breath. Well, this clearly wasn't Sarah Jane's attic.

"Is this..." She finished, a moment later.

Oh, it bloody well figured.

touch-destiny.livejournal.com

[OOM: O hear us when we cry to thee,
For those in peril on the sea.]

eight_or_eleven

Four cubs walk into the bar.

Four white cubs.

Older-looking. More mature.

Their appearance, in a normal lion, would be "sub-adult".

Meaning, they're bigger than before.

Like, almost the size of a Great Dane big.

Certainly a match for Shujaa, who's behind them, looking like a proud pappa, and behind him, Strength.

Good to see you all!

Current Mood: happy

try_corsets

[OOM: Now might not be the best time for a certain event, but it could also be the only time.]

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

action-antihero.livejournal.com

Anyone stepping outside at the moment will soon notice a loud noise, some distance from the bar.

BLAM-BLAM-BLAM-BLAM

Yup, Jack's doing target practice again. Feel free to head over and say hello, though you might have to wait for a break to reload to get his attention. Startling him is probably also not a good idea.

[ooc: Mun will be on for about an hour or hour and a half, break to take a nice hot bath, and be back afterwards. Feel free to tag anytime!

OOC ETA: Fleeing for a bit! Back at around 10pm EDT.]

jawaswag.livejournal.com

Gavin has three favorite things about Milliways. The first, of course, would be his boyfriend. The second, usually is the lomin ale. And the third? That sim room right upstairs.

It's been weeks since the last time he logged time on those machines and he had completely forgotten just how astral they were. After completing the Death Star run once again, he's come downstairs to celebrate with his second (and possibly first) favorite things.

So: pilot in a bright orange flightsuit at a booth with a big mug of bright green lomin ale in hand. He looks smug.

And rightly so.

iluvdtehpiggy.livejournal.com

Sometimes Milliways seems to attract very, very, VERY odd creatures.

This time is no exception.

When the front door opens it is into a strangly decorated and brightly colored living room/kitchen/notanentrancetoasecretlab. Standing there with its arm reached up is a little green dog with eyes that rarely seem to want to focus on one thing at a time. One odd thing to note is the very large zipper that seems to from the length of its body..not to mention the stitch marks down his head.

Its little pink tongue hangs out the side of its mouth a good long minute before he asks in an overly chipper and computerized-ishness voice.

"Where's meh tacos?"

Bar, meet GIR.

amateur-spy.livejournal.com

The stereotype says girls hate math. However, in a stunning turn of events, Emma Peel is defying feminine stereotypes by throwing herself into solving a difficult math question. (Well, it would be difficult if you weren't a certified genius like Emma. If you are, then the question is an amusing way to pass the time at a table beneath the Observation Window.)

landlesslord

The main benefit of wearing almost entirely black was that it was more difficult to be seen when you were sitting in a dark corner. Dark corners and being undisturbed were exactly what Guy wanted. The smoke gas from the saracen attack had lingering effects and he was in no mood for company.

A mug of warm mulled wine and a quiet corner is just what the doctor ordered. Well. If it was Guy that was the doctor.

twoeyesonthesky.livejournal.com

The Bar's sense of time and the Landlord's sense of doors have never entirely agreed with Quinn. Doors tend to open for him at the worst possible moments; the restroom, or the rooms upstairs, or any other room not the main bar tends to hold him out of time for days or even weeks at a stretch before returning him to the main flow. His world being without magic probably has something to do with it, but we may never know. All Quinn knows is that a day or so ago, he came into the Bar in an effort to grab a few moments to work out what to do about the Americans, who lost their leader and half their number and now have nothing whatsoever left to lose.

He emerges from the men's room and heads outside to think; this may be the last time he sees green growing things, since he plans to go back soon, and he'd like to get them fixed in his memory.

bugsandslime

[OOM: The wedding goes off without a hitch. But not in the way you'd expect.]

Where do a bride and groom go when they’re running away from their own wedding? In the case of Hodgins and Angela they can go virtually anywhere--and they probably will. But first stop, Milliways.

Hodgins and Angela come into the bar, hand in hand, still in full-on wedding finery. And for two people whose wedding has just been scuttled by a government agency, they look extraordinarily happy.

Hodgins grins at Angela, lets go of her hand...and hops up onto a table in the middle of the bar.

“Ladies and gentlemen! I’d like to invite you all to have a round on me. Just tell Bar you’re helping Jack and Angela celebrate.”

Angela just rolls her eyes, grins, and holds up a hand to help Hodgins jump back down off the table.

Feel free to come say hello to the happy couple.

[Two muns, two pups--feel free to tag both or either, just let us know!]

shewasright.livejournal.com

[OOM: Sometimes being a computer wiz isn't such a good job field..]

The door swished open as the pair fell back through it landing with a thud on the wooden floor of the bar. "Get..off..of..me!" the younger man says as he fights to get the other lab coated man off him, scrambling to kick the bloodied figure back through the door which they just came through. All the other figure can do is snarl showing his teeth while still trying for the much alive man's neck.

A little shift to the right gets the uniformed man's foot up enough to kick back sending the rather gnawed upon figure stumbling back through the door. In the process of becoming untangled and from becoming dinner, the uniformed man scrambles backwards stopping when he runs into a set of chairs. Just as the undead scientist tries to make another lunge forward the door swishes closed.

Letting out a shaking breath of relief the uniformed man closes his eyes forcing a laugh as tears start to stream down his dirty face. That was a close call.

Or has it been so far?

Welcome Chad Kaplan, senior technical advisor to Umbrella, to Milliways.

missginnytonic.livejournal.com

Ginny walks in to the bar. It’s not been a good time. They have left her aunts. Staying in a small ran down cottage in Hogsmeade. That’s what it looks like from the outside anyway, inside is in better shape then that.

Sitting at a booth before going to the bar to get a drink. She just takes a deep breath realizing where you don’t have to worry if you’re going be the next one they get. She lays her wand beside her hand on the table, out of habit.

thisfatefulhour

[OOM: There've been storms in October before.]

Outside the bar, the night breeze gusts up into a hard wind. It tears through the grass and ripples across the lake.

In the midst of it, quite suddenly, is Charles Wallace, hair and jacket whipping around him. He lands badly; stumbling, he falls to his knees and digs his fingers into the earth as if to hold himself there.

The wind dies down as abruptly as it came, and there's one poised moment of calm, broken only by Charles' harsh, fast breathing.

Then the full weight and noise of the minds in Milliways falls on Charles' battered consciousness.

His next breath chokes in his throat as his head jerks back, pupils dilated with panic in the face of

(the world tilting

a kaleidoscope of brilliant colors)

the deluge.

gramarye1971

[OOM: When the Pridewin arrives in Port Royal, her commander is determined to ensure that history is set back on its rightful course.

Even if he has to do it himself.]

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

thechaosbringer

[Since we're not terrifically busy tonight—only one other EP and an OOM still in the thinking-up stage, we can manage another thread.]

Someone hasn't made his presence felt in the bar in ... a week? Two weeks? Long enough.

His presence is now being felt in the bar.

Or is visible.

Which can often be the same thing.

Some people are braver than others...

Current Mood: apathetic
Current Music: Hockey. ["The best game you can name, is the good ol' hockey game!"]

mitt-mittson.livejournal.com

[OOM: In which life suddenly deviates from the bucolic nature it has heretofore possessed. Set a few months ago.]

Mitt, when walking into the bar, is older and tireder, though still only a little over four and a half years old. He brightens when he notices the bar, and sets off to explore.

Even if things aren't quite right at home, this place is interesting.

clumsy_auror

[After everything, what can you say? Well -- sometimes the practical details distract you.]

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

guppy_sandhu

Waiting times are still around five hours in St James' hospital, but nonetheless Guppy looks pretty cheerful.

Mainly because his informant from City Hospital has just told him they're dropping the No Inappropriate Admissions policy, which means there'll be an equal distribution of timewasters again before too long. Amongst other reasons.

He's eating noodles.

young_tmriddle

Tom hasn't had much time to spend drinking his favorite scotch in Milliways. It's not that things are going badly; on the contrary, life in the House of Arch is good, if busy.

But he has a few spare moments now. He also has a scotch and a parchment scroll he's perusing.

scrmifthishurts

For once Abby isn't outside in the cold weather. Normally that's where she'd be at. Out there practicing. But instead she's sprawled out on the couch with a book. The bag of weapons she's kept with her... they're sitting down next to the couch. But she's keeping an eye out. Whether it be for a certain someone or to just make sure everything is safe or for some other reason is a whole other story. But for now... it's just her, the weapons and her book.

byhisbootstraps

Out of Milliways:
...and he dreamed of a ship on the sea...

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

listen-to-the.livejournal.com

Coalhouse has been looking out his window. Now he's out in the scene it shows once more, his long dark leather coat swirling around him as he climbs the rising land leading towards those mountains.

He's never spent much time among mountains--a child of the plains, a man of a city--but fresh air and open space is a pleasure that costs nothing. And every step towards the peaks is a step away from the damnable lake.

It's a beautiful crisp day out here, and as he moves towards the white peaks, still so far away, he moves away from the greenhouses and stables and gazebos of civilization and into the wild and empty.

Feels pretty fine.

mr-ryan-wolfe.livejournal.com

Wolfe is in the bar. He’s just was just gonna go home after work. But he couldn’t do it he wanted to check in. See if there was someone here. He’ll buy you a drink if you want to sit with him, or he’ll offer anyway.