milliways_bar | Nov. 30th, 2007

Nov. 30th, 2007

It's almost December, and the Scottish weather outside is crisp and cold. Even if it's not as damp as its model would be, it's still uncomfortable to be out in for too long, at least without warm clothing. (Or the right kind of non-human metabolism.)

River's got her duster and a too-large sweater of Simon's, but that's not quite sufficient really. So she's red-cheeked with the cold, and it won't be too long before she goes in.

For now, though, she's pressed to the paddock fence, stroking Boukephalos' neck while he snorts at her collar.

[OOC: Not at all plotlocked, but mun is on the tired side; please ping Zebosity before tagging? Thank you ever so!]

greatestgenius.livejournal.com

[ooc: Washuu's AI program is being very helpful, but a simulation this good can have motivations of its own. No incarnation of Kagato should be trusted, and if Washuu weren't so distracted, she'd know better.]

immortalthief

She's been here, she doesn't really have much of a choice at the moment, you just haven't noticed her. Yes that is it. Well here she is, Amanda is in the bar in living color again. Knitting a scarf, no not green, that one is finished and sitting next to her. This one is red, because she loves red.

There is a bowl of fruit next to her that is being ignored at the moment in favor of this current endeavor. It seems she has found something other then stealing that she enjoys.

Bother at will.

mit-probie.livejournal.com

McGee hasn't been seen in a while because he has been up in his room working on the computer. He thinks he's got the simulation completed so he is sitting at a table in bar drinking coffee.

He presses the button and watches the screen. "NO" he screams when it doesn't come out right. Glaring at the door, "This doesn't make any sense." he adds once he has calmed down.

With a sigh he closes his computer and finishes his drink watching the bar and it's patrons, especially the ones coming in and out of bar.

alorn-bear.livejournal.com

There's a pwing! and a flash of blue light, and Belar's there. He heads over to one of the tables and sets up his usual sign:

ANSWERING PRAYERS
BACK IN 15 MINUTES

SECURITY SHIFT STARTS AFTER THAT

And then settles back in his chair to get his business done while the sign decrements to zero.

dontlooklisten.livejournal.com

There's a big bank job coming up, and Whistler wants to make absolutely sure he's gonna be ready for it when the time comes. He's obtained several inches' worth of telephone cabling specs for the area (when your reading material is Braille you have to worry about bulk), and it's currently spread out over an entire table as he starts reading through it, humming along with the sound system under his breath.

killitwithfire

Given the current state of too-damned-cold outside, Axel's list of 'stuff to do at Milliways' has been somewhat... reduced.

As a result, he's sprawled out on the couch by the fire, to all appearances, dozing. (Not, the narration notes, that he wouldn't likely be doing the same thing anyway.)

Of course, if you're observant, you may notice the faint gleam of not-quite-closed eyes.

his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com

Sarah Jane still isn't entirely happy with life. She still misses her husband far more than she'd prefer and still hasn't found herself enjoying much of anything. But a check that came in the mail today did make her smile. It's not exactly the same thing as James himself, but it means that he's still alive. And that he hasn't forgotten her yet.

So when she comes into Milliways today, it is with her typewriter in tow. Sarah Jane still isn't happy with life but she has, at least, become more sensible about it. Well, sensible where Valerie is concerned. Her daughter needs Sarah to stay healthy and strong, and needs the money that can only come from Sarah Jane doing her job.

Since it's Saturday back home, Sarah doesn't have to go to the office. Instead, she's found a comfortable spot in a booth to work on her article. The house seems too big when she's stuck alone there.

twoeyesonthesky.livejournal.com

Quinn's gathered up his handful of things from the Bar in general, and requested some writing paper and a pen. He's going to head home tonight, and he's got a very real feeling that it'll be for the last time. There are people he owes messages to. Veronica, Hero, Merriman Lyon, Naraht, Moiraine, others- all of them. He could've done the notes upstairs, or outside, but this way he figures that if any of them show up while he's writing, he can talk to them. Or, for that matter, to anyone else who happens by.

All things pass.

madolyn-madden.livejournal.com

The Door is back.

Madolyn has currently taken up residence at a nearby table, hunched over a mug of coffee. Her coat's slung over the back of her chair, as are her scarf, gloves, and messenger bag. She had been outside, but that still doesn't entirely explain the bag.

She seems a little blank, ankles crossed, hands on opposite sides of the mug. She's not people watching, for once, but getting her attention should be fairly easy.

[ ooc; Mun's going to be here all day, although out and about for periods of time. ]

is-out-there.livejournal.com

Mulder is out of his usual G-man attire, sporting a sensible pair of jeans and a sweater as he walks into Milliways. Given that time in his world freezes, he takes advantage of that blessing to allow himself the opportunity to think. For him, it's 1998; as he's realized after being here, everyone comes in from different times and places. So it's not terribly aberrant that he would meet Byers from the year 2000. The little detail that does have him slightly unsettled, however, is the realization that he's apparently missing, and presumed dead in that imminent future.

So a melancholy FBI agent breezes into the bar at the end of the universe, standing against a wall for the time being as he thinks about whether he'd like to sit inside for now, or take a walk outdoors.

not-toothfairy.livejournal.com

For all that the only Decepticon left on Earth is Scorponok, Ironhide is firmly convinced that the others will be showing up eventually- and without the Allspark to go after, they're going to be out for pure vengeance. There's no point to assuming otherwise; if Prime thinks there's enough hope for Autobots to still exist among the stars, then sure as the Pit, the 'Cons are gonna still be out there too. And when they catch hold of certain signals, they're gonna come looking for the source.

Ironhide, for his part, plans to be ready. Unfortunately, one of the difficulties of interacting with humans on a regular basis, when you are a Transformer of any significant size and combat capacity, is that they tend to find practice and drills on your part immensely unnerving. Something about being reminded just how small and fragile they are by comparison.

Thankfully, he has an alternative- which is why the THX Sound-in-reverse comes from the front door today as the big black-and-grey 'bot stomps into the Bar. He might be a lot smaller here and out back, but at least he's not gonna catch any flack from any humans that he'll have to live with.

forgottenfeline

Kyo is outside. The remains of a bento box are next to his shoes and jacket.

He's not really exercising though. He's sweaty and disheveled, but at the moment, he's actually meditating. From all the great things Milliways has shown him recently, like kitsune and transforming robots, he's actually a very happy person. Which means he's much more mellow.

Come poke the calm kitty!

born-running.livejournal.com

The door into Milliways once again takes the palce of the living room. This time, Luke is better prepared. He has done research. Admittedly, not research that is not overly useful when coming into actual contact with a multi-dimensional bar, but research nonetheless.

While you could always use more research, field research, too, has its place on the scale of Usefulness, and it's an especially high place in this instance. That would be why, after the door is opened, it stays open for a minute or two while Luke runs for a notebook and a pencil.

Beware, Milliways. Luke is going to ask you questions.

{~~And mun is off for a few hours, will be~~ back ~~to tagging then!}~~

waylostandfound.livejournal.com

Nathan was walking out back in the chilly late autumn weather. Had a warm jacket on over top, and was glancing up to the sky. Not even sure if his powers would work right now. Also unsure about going flying again. So he kept looking up, but walking around the woods now, contemplating, and just trying to adjust to having to wait.

Really did feel like purgatory in that regard.

literallyrotten.livejournal.com

Mister Nichols is sitting in the bar, bundled in various layers and looking rather... irked.

It's been about twenty four hours since he walked back through the bar doors, and he's already had an interesting time of it. However complicated things have momentarily become, he feels fairly sure it will turn out alright in the end.

Thus, sitting and drinking instead of storming about and yelling.

will_scarlett

Will had gone upstairs to get some more food from his stash of leftovers and then he came down the stairs and froze.

Tights, red tights that were itchy and tights, but it doesn't stop there, everything else is red.

There's even a jaunty hat with feathers, Will turns about the same color as his costume and goes to find a dark, dark booth to hide in.

It probably won't work too well since there's just so much red.

(OOC: Its Halloween in New Zealand, enjoy the red. ;-))

rogue-wraith.livejournal.com

Someone is whistling very cheerfully. It's an old tune, reported to be a favorite amongst Corellian pirates, but really more of a 'we're all really drunk now so let's sing something loud with easy words' song.

It also drives certain members of the Alliance Navy half out of their skulls.

This would be why Wedge is whistling it. If they are going to see fit to 'accidentally' stow his squadron's ships way in the back of the hanger bay behind the larger shuttles, then vengeance is rightfully his.

...

And now there is a tapcafe in his quarters.

This day is definitely looking up.

roger-ratcliff.livejournal.com

Dog walking in progress.

As today's weather is really relatively good, Roger and Pongo are out back, walking over every inch of space they can find that isn't in the forest, although Pongo's managed to drag Roger into the trees every so often.

Given all of the different environments that comprise the outdoor area, Roger is quite dazed, which is all the better for the curious dog.

At present, he's trying to drag Roger into the water with him.

You may or may not be lucky enough to witness Pongo succeed.

[ ooc; Sleeeeep. Slowtimes, please? And thanks all who tagged. ]

reddragonloved.livejournal.com

Reba tries the door every day. Every day so far she has rattled the door and then turn around to head back upstairs or to find food. However this time she rattles the knob and says "Anyone here willing to take a short note down?" as the door swings very slightly open.

dr_temperance

There are far worse places to spend a layover between flights than in Milliways. It certainly beats the average airport lounge.

Brennan is en route back to DC after a rather memorable trip to Los Angeles and Neptune. Hence the carry-on bag sitting beside her chair. It had been an intriguing case and a good opportunity to visit with Hannah. Still, it will be good to get home. And by home, Brennan means the Jeffersonian.

She knows that relaxing in Milliways won't shorten her layover (quite to opposite in fact, given the time differential). But the coffee is better, the chairs are more comfortable, and Brennan has a thick book--Tarnished Stars: The Echolls Family Story--to occupy her. A thoroughly unauthorized and sensationalist tome, and one that is going to require some serious revision in light of the discoveries they'd made in California.

Botherable.

jedi-exile.livejournal.com

Kira and Revan are sitting across from each other at a table, the two of them eating dinner.

Kira picks at her food, the plate halfway gone. The twins are no where to be seen (they're at home, with a sitter...against Revan's will).

[ooc: oh hay guys, for my sanity (and kim's surely), this is just locked to bastila, revan and kira. merci.]

firstdayblues.livejournal.com

Leon shoulders open the door to the bar, looking completely and honestly miserable. He isn't angry or sick or sad, he just looks like he's had a bad day. The bad day, maybe, from the way he reeks of blood, gunpowder, and what smells like citrus-y perfume, even though his clothes are clean.

He slumps onto a stool and asks Bar for a scotch with ice.

...Leon, drinking?

Whoa.

blue_ajah

She has not been alone, precisely, for all that she has been withdrawn. Still, the Aes Sedai is well aware that as her focus has turned inward to her studies and more, things outside have continued to move at their usual pace.

Therefore, Moiraine makes the choice this evening to settle in the bar instead of in her study. She is toying absently with a cup of tea and watching the room, although her dark-eyed gaze is somewhat distant and distracted.

lichvell-r.livejournal.com

Thanks to some help from a couple people, Ravin's hands are much better. The bruises are still there, but much faded, so one would never guess she punched a rock several times.

Unless you already knew that.

Anyway, her hands are feeling well enough so that she can read a book, flipping pages normally. If it were not for the red eyes, pale skin, she could pass as a normal human having a calm evening.

lethe-forgets.livejournal.com

(OOM: Tis better to have loved.

Moving on, one finds, is not the same as forgetting altogether - and love, perhaps, is not the sort of thing that is lost.)