milliways_bar | Nov. 6th, 2007

Nov. 6th, 2007

There's an Yrael stretched out before the fireplace, transcribing notes from English into the shorthand that Charter Mages use for complicated spellwork.

Very complicated spellwork, in this case.

He looks... tired.

scurlock

[oom:

sometimes putting the truth into words
even if you don't believe it with your heart
can help set you free

and if not you
the ones you love instead]

lostworldhunter.livejournal.com

Roxton's been having odd dreams about druids. Marguerite's been in a few of them, too, but he's still not the sort of man to pay his dreams any mind. This would be ignored like all the others, if it weren't for the fact that it was reoccurring.

It's odd.

The Door caught him this morning before he could get his coffee, though, let alone breakfast. Seeing the Bar is still on the fritz, he waves a waitrat over and orders both. Any one listening to this conversation may hear things like:

"Coffee, black."

"Side of kippers."

"No, no, plain old-fashioned chicken eggs are fine. There's plenty of pterodactyls through the door."

That done, he heads for a table to await his food.

captainryan.livejournal.com

Ryan's at the Bar, trying to negotiate with Mike. There's quite an assortment of items on the surface, but apparently not the item he wants.

"No, no, no. A chew toy. Something a puppy can chew on that I won't mind him destroying." A full size wooden chair appears after a long moment.

There is a long-suffering sigh. He may not be paying attention to what said puppy is getting into.

dontlooklisten.livejournal.com

Whistler's a busy man, as is everyone else at Mike Bishop's company, but that doesn't preclude the occasional getaway when you have a bar on hand that does funny things with time. Since the latest bluebox he was working on was getting aggravating, he's left a Braille note for Suzi and meandered into the Bar to get his morning coffee.

Slight problem: he doesn't remember Suzi telling him about the Bar/Mikey switch until about a minute and a half after he puts his hands on the Bar and tries to order. Great. Now he has to figure out how to get hold of one of the wait-rats.

stubborn-annie.livejournal.com

The weather is absolutely vile in the Wellses' Yorkshire right now. Annie got up early as per spec, saw Harry off, and headed off to the bakery, but the prospect of returning to sideways winter rain and wind... brr. No, thank you. She'll just be right here with a book and some of her apple tarts on offer, along with a small sign and a business card or twelve for her bakery in Harrogate, since otherwise people are likely to assume she's trying to turn them into swine or something.

petraarkanian.livejournal.com

An ex-battle school brat is in the bar. She is over by the fireplace, playing with her black and white cat. The cat is trying to get the string and Petra is keeping him from doing so. In some respects the cat is behaving in a rather undignified manner, but seems to be having fun none the less. Petra looks tired, but all in all rather content, though some of that might be attributed to the fact that she looks like she is about to fall asleep.

alorn-bear.livejournal.com

There's a pwing! of blue light, and Belar's in the Bar again. This time, though, not so much with the security badge- oh, no no no no no. No, this time the Bear God of the Alorns is behind the Bar, and he's chalking up on the board:

Specials:
Bearsicle
Polar Bear
Dead Frog Brewery Nut Brown Ale
Shimii Airag

"Hokay, people!" Belar calls out. "What'll it be?"

works-in-space.livejournal.com

Today Captain Kirk is putting aside concerns regarding his ship and reading the later report from Starfleet Intelligence regarding the Alpha and Beta Quadrants. More specifically, regarding the Klingons. War over the Genesis Device no longer seems likely (though the Organians no doubt would have intervened anyway), and cooler heads seem to prevailing and no longer calling for Jim's head on a bat'leth. The only long term reprecussions? An end once again to diplomatic relations. Which shouldn't upset Jim that much, and yet he wonders if that's a good thing, even when dealing with the Klingons.

He sips his coffee and makes some notes in his datapad, before trying to move on to other sections of the report.

scurlock

If you happen to be outside near the stables or the paddocks, you're likely to notice that most of the horses are out of the actual stables and milling about to get some good grass in while the weather permits.

If you happen to peek inside the building itself, you're likely to see a few bales of hay in the middle of the walkway and hear a voice up in the loft above the stalls. If you manage to not alert that voice to the fact that you're in earshot, you'll even catch him singing.

"I killed a man in Dallas,
And another in Cheyenne
But when I killed the man in Tombstone
I overplayed my hand..."

Just because he's a teacher and a poet doesn't mean he can't sing a little while he works as well. This is also caused by the fact that he had two cups of coffee this morning, and whoever brewed the pot knows how to make it right.

He's cleaning out old hay and taking count of how much is up there, so occasionally, a little pile will come flying off the edge to the walkway below. Hey, he put the ropes up, as to not dump it on anyone's head. At least it's clean?

"I rode all night for Tucson
To rob the Robles Mine
And I left old Arizona
With a posse right behind..."

gone_byebye

[OOM: Ray isn't the only one who has a hell of a time getting through October. Peter and Ecto have a two A.M. chat.]

The planet's finally remembered what 'November' means for the population of New York and dropped the temperature out of the sixty degrees Fahrenheit range in Ray's world. It's a little bit late to get started on earnestly cold temperature, but Ray figures he'll take what he can get. He starts to head for the Bar, glances at the specials list, and winces- he's been in the Museum of Natural History a lot lately. Drinks with Mongolian names cannot mean anything good. Maybe it would be better to just get a wait-rat to bring him a thermos of warmed-up Ovaltine and head out back with his latest book, which is a copy of Unpleasant Things It Is Sometimes Necessary To Know.

He's catchable either indoors or out, as necessary.

his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com

[OOM: Certain things make for absolutely wonderful surprises: like hopes becoming realities.]

last-the-month.livejournal.com

Eben's thought processes since arriving at bar have gone something like this.

Did I leave the door open?
Did I leave the door open?
Did I leave the door open?

But that guy had said Nothing could get out. Nothing..

Which has led to staring intently 'round at patrons with a death glare. Any one of them could be a vampire in disguise, or hiding or-He said there weren't any here.

I should sleep.

But he hasn't slept. Instead he's got a great big book that he isn't reading and a cup of coffee that he isn't drinking as he stares blankly at the door in front of him.

sorrowfulmisery.livejournal.com

She found that lately she'd been getting easily annoyed. Perhaps it was because of what may lay ahead. No, that couldn't be it. She'd been aiming to bring down Umbrella from the moment they infected her. What was bothering her was the whole thing with her big brother. Him being infected and the fact that she had the ability to... Excuse after excuse. That's what Kaplan kept giving her. She soon found herself outside and the more she thought about it the more agitated she got.

Luckily it was a rock her fist slammed into and not a real person because that rock... the moment her fist slams into it shatters. All because she'd stuck all that super human strength behind it. Thank you Umbrella for turning a normal every day woman into a bioweapon. Into something no longer human.

torch-reporter.livejournal.com

She had seen the notices earlier in the day. There had been snickering over the image of a lost bar. Then there had been curiosity over the need for temporary help. Okay, so she had never tended bar before. But Chloe's totally spent enough time in the Talon and other associated cafes to know her coffee inside and out.

So when no one steps up to the bar for Tuesday night 'tending, Chloe decides to seize her opportunity. It's not that hard to set up the coffee and espresso machines, even when Clark comes up to the bar and starts a running commentary. She eyes him for a moment before starting on her specials list. It's not until the very end of the list does she actually pick up a mixed drink guide.

In the end, they include:

Specials:
Coffee Concentrate Café Au Lait
Cafe Caribe
Frappe Coffee

And for the alcoholics in the room:
Bartender's Wet Dream

And a farmboy behind the bar with her. Looks like all his snarking has gotten Clark a job for the night.

[ooc: two pups, two muns! have fun!]

madolyn-madden.livejournal.com

Anyone passing by Madolyn's table may hear a large amount of grumbling, although it's not immediately apparent where it's coming from, as she's almost completely engulfed by stacks of paper that seem to be the entirety of the files from her office. This includes records on her patients, notes from session, taxes, bills, and other such documents. They're not that organized at the moment, although they seem to be separated in terms of what the particular documents are about.

She's got a small bit of clear table space, accompanied by a glass of apple cider, a few pens, a few pencils, a calculator, and an eraser.

She'd gladly (probably more gladly than she should) welcome any distractions.

iamhismummy.livejournal.com

Nancy's sitting by the fire with a needle and thread scrounged from somewhere, trying to patch up a small and ragged shirt. There's a small blond boy sitting against her legs, mostly asleep.

She's in a peaceful mood tonight, but she'd welcome company.

synapse-circuit.livejournal.com

J.C. is in the bar, on duty. He's leaning against a wall in an out-of-the-way corner and, oddly enough, playing around with a yo-yo. He's doing a lot of simple tricks like Sleeper and Walk the Dog - stuff that doesn't require too much concentration and lets him keep an eye on his surroundings.

But...what the heck is a guy like him doing with a yo-yo? Does anyone dare ask?

last-the-month.livejournal.com

The mun is bored and possibly looking for trouble.

Which would be why there is an Eben Olemaun in the bar.
Passed out on a table with a book under his head.

The book? "Vampires for Dummies."

Because clearly the "For Dummies" Author reaches through the cosmos and writes about everything from supernatural creatures to how to fix your own plumbing. How to kill the merciless undead and fix clogs are clearly on the same plateau of existence.

He could be bothered.

Current Mood: sleepy

velocitygirl

[OOM: After Wes and Shalla talk, for ages and ages and it lasts forever and they get drunk (and it's not even DONE yet), Wes comes back home, and he and Inyri talk for a little bit, before turning into schmoopies.

All this shows is the underlying problem between Wes and Inyri. They can't speak. Also, Millitimed to FREAKING AGES AGO.]

velocitygirl

Inyri's in the bar, with Wyn the puppy in one hand and a cigarette burning away in the other hand.

She's such a good lying girlfriend. The mun sighs.

hapan-heiress.livejournal.com

Allana is in the bar, thumb in mouth, Jacen the tauntaun in her arms as she looks at a picture book.

She looks like she's had a long day. Of...you know. Being a princess.

maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com

It's much more busy since Bar has been...under the weather. Elaine has to go back to the kitchen for the orders, and she's learned to make a few of the drinks herself, to help out the very overtaxed bartenders.

She tends to err on the side of 'too much alcohol' rather than 'too little'.

So...if you're quick, you can catch her! She's a very busy waitress.

will_scarlett

His door is louder then its been for a while and Will found he had some left over fletching supplies from before Mike and Bar switched, so he's spread out at a table, fletching arrows.

He keeps watching the door, not sure quite why, but his eyes keep being pulled to it.

weeper-of-blood.livejournal.com

There's a Le Chiffre near the fire, sprawled out on his back on a large couch, one arm slung over his face to shield his eyes from bright lights and the other hanging limply off the edge of the sofa and still clutching meekly to a large (and mostly empty) bottle of alcohol labelled up as Skënderbeu.

It's possible that he's heavily inebriated right now. It's also possible the bottle of alcohol is a simple ruse for.. something. One would be wise to assume the former, not the latter.

mycursedface

It is impossible for Medusa to sneak up on anyone - between the rustling of her snakes and the constant chiming her golden feathers moving against each other, the gorgon walks in a world filled with something not unlike music.

Today, there is jingling as well as everything else. Some bangles on her right wrist, another couple on her left ankle (and a dress that actually falls to her ankles for once)...someone had found the remains of a trading ship, oh yes.

She still hasn't found those sunglasses, though. She knew she should have kept them instead of giving them back.

[ooc: and I don't have AIM right now, so please use this post]

gorgonfondness

Mia's back in the bar, now in good health after the whole Halloween ordeal.

Again.

Sort of.

Long story.

Now that Draco seems convinced that he doesn't have to hover by her at every waking moment, she's taking a little time to herself for a recovery cup of coffee. She felt like it was time for a little change from her usual tea. Not to mention the creamy chocolate in it is absolutely heavenly.

Every now and again, she glances at her engagement ring and smiles as if it's a secret all for her.

Maybe this will be the week when she announces it at home.

guppy_sandhu

It's coming up to that time of year again (Oh no it isn't) when places of work think it's a really great idea for staff to put on pantomimes to raise money.

Apparently word of Guppy's leading role in Grease is the ward last year got around from his previous place of work. As such his colleagues have something... special in mind for him for this year.

He's looking at the costume with trepidation.

The doctor is in

ostro_goth

Teja has heard something truly amazing in the morning.

Now, for another man from his time and age, this might be cause for grief and deep, painful bewilderment; - for Teja, it is liberation, a grim, late, pointless triumph over a principle that he has doubted, denied, hated but, until today, never overcome with a clear reason he can put a finger on.

Creation creates itself.

To work off the dark exhilaration this thought gives him, Teja goes outside with his axe and finds the place where he has seen Will Scarlett practice his sword-forms, and Ray use his light-sword. He finds himself a large log of wood as to have something to sink his axe into, and begins.

He whirls the axe on tits long blade, turns, steps, hits, turns, and hits again, changes hands, turns the other way, hits, steps back, forth, hits again.

Whatever this body is he has, now, in this strange afterlife (not the body buried in the oak-trunk coffin of his vision), he moves, fights, dodges as well as ever, he feels the familiar pull in his muscles as the great, double-headed axe exerts its mighty pull on his limbs as he turns, whirls, gathers momentum, and hits with a deep, satisfying thud.

dr-de-silva.livejournal.com

If Ruth offloads another drunk smelly person on me I'm going to... maybe I shouldn't do anything, at least I know what to do with drunks.

I just had a good hour. Angela was right, it does help to look at the little bits of good as well as the big ones.

And now I'm in this bar thing again, and I can have a longer break... what shall I do?

Toby sits down in a squishy chair, finds a waitrat and orders a very frothy pink milkshake.

So what if it's sort of a kids' drink, nobody at work's going to know.

artfowler.livejournal.com

Artemis Fowl has never been one for social interaction and niceties. He prefers time alone and being away from people and nothing but his work to keep him occupied. So of course he has been content to stay up in his rented room, ordering food there and working away, since that unfortunate day - has it really been two months? - that he found out that he was Bound.

But, he is still a child – though he hardly ever acts like one – and being cooped up for so long starts to become a problem after awhile. A change of scenery is needed. That is why he happens to be downstairs this evening, sitting on one of the couches with his PowerBook shockingly no where in sight and a book in his lap.

missginnytonic.livejournal.com

So someone had too many firewhiskeys last night. She groans out laying her head on her arms she had crossed on the table.

She’s not going to just drink firewhiskey and eat cupcakes again. EVER! She promises as it feels like there are about one hundred snitches going loose in her head.

There are still cupcakes on the table beside her for those who would like one.

notashortbean.livejournal.com

Edward Elric hasn't been in the bar for awhile. To be more accurate, he hasn't been able to get a door for five whole months, and a lot has changed in that time. He's been transposed from Romania back to Germany, from a house full of rocket boys to a small apartment with a guy who looks like his brother. Things have been a lot quieter lately, with a lot more time to reflect on the things he's lost - and he doesn't like it at all. Before, at least, he could make himself busy. But now he and Alfons are growing farther apart, and Ed's slowly been detached from the rocket project. He's had more and more time for his thoughts, and they're not a nice place to be.

This changes, a little, when a strange woman showed up. While she intentionally stirred up memories that he was trying to repress, it means that someone finally believes him. She claims that she has seen visions of his past, she claims that she knows everything that he's gone through - just by touching onto his skin. Neither logic nor science can touch Noa's abilities, but for once, Ed finds that he doesn't mind that. For once, he finds that he can ignore the facts and just believe in something, because he's been needing something to hold onto.

It's probably not much of a coincidence that after he's started to adjust his life again, the bar door shows up again. Thoughts have been itching at the back of his head, whispering that maybe he should give up, just give in to all of this. They were getting tempting, for a time. But maybe that time is over.

Because there's a door, and it leads into the bar, and suddenly he's back where he started. He just stands there in the entrance, looking at it with surprise.

He's not sure what to do with the fact he's here.