milliways_bar | Oct. 23rd, 2007

Oct. 23rd, 2007

tom-lefroy.livejournal.com

[oom: Something of a prologue moreso than a pre-Milliways post...]

It is not unusual in the least to find Tom Lefroy in a bar of any sort. This is the kind of place where he feels most comfortable, surprisingly enough.

That, or the brothels, really.

But this one looks a little different from what he's used to. It is certainly brighter, for one, and there are creatures and people of all shapes, sizes, colours and ... time periods? Some of their attire is definitely nothing like the sort of clothing people in his time wear.

However, to assume that he is in a different time period would be beyond his capacity to understand, as far as he's been educated.

So when he steps into Milliways Bar for the first time, he isn't quite sure what to make of it.

orgmemberxiii.livejournal.com

[OOM: in which there are no nightmares, only the unknown truth that stabs fear deeper into a boy's heart than a lie ever could]

literallyrotten.livejournal.com

[OOMs: After a long while away, during which he does not have the best time ever, Darren Nichols returns and nearly gives Kit Marlowe a heart attack. There's near death and fade to black. Darren Nichols is, as usual, an idiot.]

captainryan.livejournal.com

[OOM: There are ways to deal with everything. Anything's better than breaking.]

Ryan was up rather earlier than usual today, but not for his morning run. He took Joy outside for 15 minutes or so before coming back in and going over a file folder. Then he starts writing.

( Special Agent Booth, Elda, & Belar )

( Friends of Suzi & Deitmar )

( River Tam )

( To Whom It May Concern )

Short and to the point, all including a description of himself. Finished, he starts looking through the folder again, but...there isn't much more he can do. He has to wait for these people to come to him. And with the moon so close, he should do the waiting outside, but that will make it harder for people to find him. Not to mention he'll miss it if Suzi and Deitmar should walk through the Door. No, he'll wait inside.

He settles into a chair, folder in his lap, one arm draped over the side to he can pet Joy. She's all that's left.

iambetadraconis

[OOM: Back in Canon-Ville, Rodolphus test-drives his psuedo-Animagus form, while Rabastan spends the next day trying to puzzle things out.]

Current Mood: worried

fighting_mad

[OOM: Millitimed to between October 4 and 17, thanks to Rial's cunning scheme, Plourr has visitors. Four of them, to be precise. Some threads still in progress.

On October 19, when the visitors have gone and it's just Plourr and Rial -- well, after what feels like damn near forever, it's not just Plourr and Rial anymore.]

will_scarlett

Yesterday was quite strange, but distracting at least.

This morning Will plans on sword and archery practice, but first he's going to eat breakfast at a table from which he can watch the Front Door.

The tea smells quite nice and is being warm since the chill in the air is becoming more, also Bar gave him lots of scones.

(OOC: Mun is awake.)

maybeblink.livejournal.com

(OOM: In which there is cuddling between Abigail Whistler and King, and maybe brief romance, but that's to be expected. That was last night)

Hannibal King had spent the night at the bar, and was planning on spending another couple nights, just to heal a bit from the wounds he sustained from his current fight. Current - meaning that it was still waiting for him on the other side of the Door.

Anyway, he really never got much chance to rest, and he'd been complaining about needing to take a vacation from oh, you know, everything for a couple months now. So hey, he got his wish!

He had rented a room, slept rather soundly, considering the situation, and wandered back down the stairs in the morning before ordering a breakfast of ham and eggs, coffee with lots of sugar, and a bowl full of fruity pebbles. His mental excuse for the large breakfast that he was a growing young man and he NEEDED the food.

But now he's outside, with a jacket he ordered from Bar on over the clothes he came in with, enjoying the autumn chill of morning, and - yes, his mental age is 10 - watching his puffs of breath with slight amusement as he stands out at the lake.

Impromptu vacations are good, and he knows Abby won't mind the company.

alorn-bear.livejournal.com

Belar's been outside for a while this morning, going over each of the places that he's been told someone vanished from. There've been puckers and ripples left in the already admittedly weird texture of space and time, but trying to trace them to their source, even for him, is like trying to find the flame that left a particular burn scar. It's maddening, and it wouldn't be happening on his home world or if someone who was one of his people numbered among the missing- he'd be able to tell. But this place... meh, unless it happens directly on one of his mountains, he's not going to be able to run it back to the source.

It's enough to drive a god nuts, which is why he's in such a foul temper as he storms inside and puts up his sign.

ANSWERING PRAYERS
BACK IN 15 MINUTES

THE INVESTIGATION INTO THE MISSING CONTINUES
PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF YOU KNOW OF ANY MORE VANISHINGS

YES, I ALREADY TALKED TO CAPTAIN RYAN

immortalthief

By the fire you will find Amanda happily working on a new sewing project, it seems she enjoyed making the kimono and now has a pattern for a long sleeved shirt. The cloth a warm red cotton blend. She is smiling and humming to herself, something old and happy. She is most botherable.

his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com

Today when Sarah Jane walks into the bar, it's with James' laptop under her arm. She has a couple of writing samples in the form of opinionated women's lib articles to get out to some potential employers. And while she'd typically work at home, with all the boxes and packing, she's found it hard to concentrate.

With her Bar-acquired typewriter packed, the only choices she has left are pen and paper or this laptop. So she makes herself comfortable at a booth, lifts open the screen and stares. It takes a couple of moments to find the power button and the rest?

Well. As soon as she remembers where Word is on the list, she'll be in the okay.

She hopes.

[ooc: mun here alllllll day doing work and catching up on slowtimes!]

mit-probie.livejournal.com

At the observation window Tim McGee is searching for some sign that what he is seeing isn't real, though it is a very good simulation. He rubs his hands along the side of the window sill trying to find something anything. He jots down notes on his little notepad.

The poor guy just isn't willing to believe but it's been days which is why his resolve is deminishing how could Tony pull something this elaborate?

callitavesper.livejournal.com

Here is a sight you haven't seen in a while: Mr. Bond in the bar. Deprived of his laptop, he is forced to do work the old fashioned way by reading it from a file. Which explains why Bond has chosen a less visible place to sit. Distractions would be welcome. Random Facts by the MI6 do not always make for interesting reads.

dontlooklisten.livejournal.com

This, here? This is what an unhappy Gen looks like. Whistler stayed in the room closest to the top of the stairs last night- and only Whistler stayed there. Suzi's somewhere, he's not no freaking clue where, and Joy stayed with Captain Ryan, so... yeah, we're not looking at a man who slept well last night.

The Bar's trying to at least be comforting, but one can only get so much reassurance out of vintage Braille issues of Playboy when you're straining your ears for the faintest hint of ankle bells.

pirate-gibbs.livejournal.com

[OOM: Wherein a certain ship isn't where it ought to be.]

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

Current Location: Tortuga

sosectu-rior.livejournal.com

Ilyana makes a beeline for Bar the minute she gets to Milliways. Finding Guppy's note, she smiles and puts it in her pocket.

She orders a cup of coffee, and sits where she can watch most of the room.
Anybody's welcome to come talk, while she waits.

ostro_goth

[[OOM: King Teja loses everything, dies, and wins.]

The taste of Adalgoth's kiss on his lips, and in the firm knowledge that his people would be safe, Teja, last king of the Ostrogoths, fearlessly steps into the darkness.

But the welcome darkness soon dissolves, and there is light again, and the sound of a door falling shut behind him.

Teja finds that the spear of Cethegus is gone from his chest, and in his hands, he holds his harp again that he dashed against the rocks before his last fight, and his battle axe that went into the volcano with the corpse of his enemy.

I do not wish to wake to new life once the spear has at last found my heart.

Of course, his wish had not been granted.

Teja looks around. Behind him, there is nothing but a blank wall - whatever door he came in through is no longer there. This looks like a tavern to him - a place in which people are sitting at tables, eating and drinking, a place of crackling fire, a counter over which food and drink are served. And yet, it looks unlike any tavern that Teja has ever seen, anywhere in Italy, run by Goths or run by Romans; and there are many implements about that mean absolutely nothing to him, and many people that look exceedingly strange.

Teja knows he is dead. This is the afterlife. Afterlife as a drinking hall, afterlife as a tavern - this has to be Valhalla! Yes, indeed, only the gods might have such lights in their halls as the ones moving in the large opening to one side. If there are any gods, which Teja has long been certain there are not.

Of all the possibilities that Teja has ever pondered and dismissed, this is the least he would have chosen. Teja looks around to see if he can discern a Vakyrie, a serving wench, or any deity that he can ask what is expected of him.

And how he can get out again.

favoriteflavors.livejournal.com

Farley wants out.

And Farley wants out yesterday.

He tried distracting himself with writing, but it's not working out very well.

He's gotten his hands on a rotary telephone and, from the sound of it, is trying to get a hold of someone named Neely.

"Neely!" he shouts in standard angry executive. "Neely, pick up! I don't have goddamn time for this!"

Do you dare tell him to calm down? It's clear from the empty scotch glasses and cigar butts that drinking and smoking didn't help.

clumsy_auror

'Dora really has been trying every door, window, and porthole since her conversation with Elizabeth the other night. She's starting to get a little manic about it, actually. But predictably, it doesn't work when she's actually expecting it to; the door only opens onto the bar when she's rummaging in search of the apple she squirreled away below deck.

For a moment she stands in the open doorway, wide-eyed and stunned. Then she slams the door behind her and runs home.

[ooc: Slight amount of nekkidness in the link. Also, all those looking to talk to Tonks, she'll be in the bar later this week, promise. :D]

nothawkingbird.livejournal.com

Kate ended up sleeping the night, and a good part of day. Depending on when you catch her, she's either in the bar, dressed in a clean white shirt and a pair of boot cut jeans. Or after a search of the place turned up the back door, outside with her bow and arrow. Pleased that the place really has thought of everything. Even an archery range for practice.

Well, at least she can keep up her training. Now, just to keep up with her studies so she doesn't fall behind in her classwork, and she's set till that door opens again.

bloodandnicotine

Spike studies the bulletin board for missing persons posters -- or surplus person posters, come to that, though he suspects people don't post notices about found humans the way they do kittens. At last he finds one; someone called Lily Kane's gone, apparently. By the age of the paper and the surrounding archeological layer, it's been a while.

There are two contacts listed. Spike tries the trick with scrawling on a cocktail napkin, but what he wants to say is too bloody long for that and after making a mess of several he settles for the back of an outdated flyer.

Except for the saluation -- "Suzi" and "Belar" respectively -- the two notes he produces are identical.

( Read more... )

Current Mood: determined

paladinsuitsyou

Booth's a little tipsy when he gets into the Bar - champagne does that to a guy. And he's had his fair share. Not excessive amounts, though - too many people asked too many questions for him to really drink much. He was too busy explaining (or admitting ignorance) about why the bride and groom fled before they could become man and wife.

It was tiring. So he's OK with being at Milliways, getting to open a few buttons on his shirt and lose the tux jacket. The bowtie was lost long ago, stuffed in a pocket, but the jacket he's kept on because he didn't want to lose it. Rental.

Now he's drinking coffee and watching the world - or rather, universe - go by.

dr_temperance

Brennan comes into the bar wearing a purple maid-of-honor dress, carrying a ball of flowers on a string in one hand and her high heeled shoes in the other.

And it's not even Halloween.

That? Had been a memorable party. How often does one attend a wedding reception at which the bride and groom are not present having run off under mysterious circumstances? It makes for one tired honor attendant.

Fortunately, Bar never seems to run out of coffee.

song_tra_bong

Mary Anne is continuing to work her way through the classics.

When she's not working her way through that glass of tequila.

Or those pot stickers.

The odds of her frowning on an interruption? Slim and none.

[ooc: guess whose mun has a paper to write? will be here all night, kids, and I do mean that literally. distract away!]

guppy_sandhu

[oom: A fight not to fight, or at least to fight back.]

Guppy is by the infirmary, flicking through a shiny new booklet with excitement.

'St James' Hospital Staff Self Defence Programme'

It's a good feeling inside when you manage to persuade the hospital to actually spend more money on something.

adamantiumloner

[OOM: They aren't gone long but much happens. A hero is dead and the stages of grieving start with denial. (Continuation of bar adaptations of Civil War and Endangered Species.)]

Both of them had promised not to be gone too long and despite recent events in their world Piotr and Logan are back. The front door opens and the two X-men step in from an empty hallway.

One is very tall with a calmness about him, the other fairly short and looking surly.

They have news. At least one of them could use a good drink. Perhaps both. It's been the start of that sort of week.

[ooc: Two pups, two muns, feel free to tag one or both]

gonna_live

Kaylee stares at the note in her hands.

(This is, hands-down, the best news she's had in months. Several of them.)

Then, with an ear-splitting grin -- first one in a long, long time -- she seats herself and says, half-laughing, "Rum?"

A bottle, we may be sure, ensues. Kaylee, still beaming, sets to work.

(People keep telling her it'll get easier; maybe this is proof.)

cheevy.livejournal.com

LOL weed?

(Hippie. Booth. Fun. Join in.)

kinshou-kitsune.livejournal.com

Finding herself back downstairs and very much the adult again, Inari sips a cup of steaming green tea with half closed eyes. She has for the most part been up in her room studying maps and planing for the trip back to her home. The wound at her side is more sore than it had the last weeks in Milliways. It was past time for her to return back to Kyoto and face what the Wheel had spun out for her.

But for now the Goddess needed a much needed break and recollect her thoughts. The maps and plots could wait a few more hours to regain strength. Anyone is welcome to come share in the tea or a nice, quiet moment of calm.