milliways_bar | Dec. 8th, 2007

Dec. 8th, 2007

Moon's at a table in the centre of the bar.

She has a plate in front of her.

On that plate is a hamburger.

The hamburger, it seems, is singing to her.

It's singing Air Supply songs.

This makes her giggle and bop to the cute little burger's song.

[OOC: This entrance post brought to you by Wendy's, whose Air Supply Burger commercial makes Moon a very happy puppet!]

petraarkanian.livejournal.com

[OOM: In which, Petra has conflicting emotions and no way to fix the situation.]

lissla-lissar.livejournal.com

Plans are a great and good thing to have, if you intend to return to a scene which frightens you in order to put it in the past once and for all.

They aren't terribly easy to make when seven large dogs want to inform you that you've been off your game lately and they want attention, blast you. So for the moment Lissar is outside, trying to combine the two activities.

With less than stellar results.

underwater-owl.livejournal.com

King Random of Amber, feeling decidedly unkinglike, is sitting on a couch with a cup of coffee and a cigarette, pouring over his father's old books and looking at records of diplomatic relations with Rebma over the past few thousand years. His father kept good records, he'll give him that. This is the first time he's been allowed to look at them; princes are generally told 'hands off.'

He is doing this carefully, so as not to drop ash on them and go up in a pillar of flame. That would rather be a shame.

Though it would solve the problem of having to meet with Moire next month very nicely.

his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com

Sarah Jane didn't bother to leave Milliways since she arrived here two days ago. The first night was because she cried herself to sleep on the couch. The second night was, quite possibly, for much the same reasons.

Now, she's seated away from the couch at a booth in a corner where she can see the door clearly. She ought to go back, but she doesn't want to. She half wishes the door would open to her old life, but after trying half a dozen times, it doesn't. If the door would even open to some hell world where she could cease to exist, she'd be happy. But all she gets is that house in Notting Hill where no one else is home.

There's nothing there for her without James. There's nothing here for her either. It's a conundrum she cannot figure out and only really reduces her to tears.

Staring at the door and ignoring the cup of tea a waitrat brought her seems like the best option right now.

[ooc: mun around all day working on school project. please entertain.]

royalty-dahling.livejournal.com

Dahlia looks mildly more refreshed than usual when she walks into the Bar, today. It's Saturday. No need to pack lunches, no need to shepard the kids off to school, and no need to run off to the office to play "helping hand." No, today, she was free to just sit at home - and, she figured, that deserved a celebratory drink.

So, she sauntered in, heading for the bar and sitting down gingerly on a stool, looking entirely proud of her ability to survive for another week. Every one was a trial, at this point.

callitavesper.livejournal.com

James Bond is at the bar with a glass of vodka. He's come to accept some things about himself during his time alone, things many people here won't be happy about. But it's something he can live with. It's something he's lived with most of his life, and it's something marriage and impending fatherhood hasn't changed.

Now it's all just a question of how to state the truth delicately.

action_rad

One can only stand the likes of Perceptor for so long.

Sure. He's a nice bot and everything, and helpful—especially with reaching for those things you can't get because you're mini-bot height—but eventually you need a break.

At least he's not Sky Lynx, who is practically insufferable. "Commander Modesty" indeed!

Leaving Perceptor back at the lab to help finish the rest of the set-up for the Matrix Experiment he heads outside—

—to find himself not outside but in Milliways.

Ah. The sort of break he needs!

Perhaps some shooting practise after a plasma shake can be managed today.

Current Mood: content

oh-wowee.livejournal.com

[OOM: In which Skwisgaar receives his first Yuletide gift from Toki, they both go to the gym, and then shower together. Rated S for sex, swords, and showers. Warnings for the same.]

Toki's in that cheerful kind of Christmas Spirit.

Okay, well, Yule spirit, but same diff, really. Currently, he was over at the bar, sipping on some hot mulled mead, with a wrapped giftbox which had a tag on it.

To Miniver Cheevy
From Toki Wartooth

In someone's handwriting which wasn't Toki's. The Rock God had gone through some considerable trouble hunting down the PERFECT gifts for his pals, some gifts more amazing and worthwhile than others. This one, however, was special. He knew Miniver was a wizard, and well, every wizard could always improve by getting something more impressively magical, right?

He was just waiting for the hippie to stroll through the door so he could give him the gift.

velocitygirl

[OOM: Inyri wants to talk, and it's a bit of a shocker. She confesses everything to Wes, everything that's wrong at the moment. You know, like her notfriendship with Shalla, the fact she wants to push Wes far far away, the fact she doesn't want to fly anymore, and some more. Wes is a good listener and kisses make everything better.

Faded with ♥]

aerora.livejournal.com

Sora in the bar for the first time in ages.

He is sitting at a table, near the Observation Window, but not particularly watching the universe resetting itself. It seems he is in deep thought about something.

[ooc: plz to be pinging teh frodo before you tag, just 'cause i am of the crippled sort and can't be on for too long. also: slowtimes of the molasses flavour are most definitely expected.]

not-on-her-own.livejournal.com

Maria hasn't gone outside of Milliways much, but after her talk with Sarah Jane, she finds it better to be away from the Bar and its stifling atmosphere at the moment. And she doesn't want to go back home right now, either. So she's lying on her back on the cold ground, watching her breath come in white puffs above her, and resting her hands on her stomach.

The sweater she nicked from her dad is relatively warm, and she finds the air freeing at the moment, as it almost seems to steal her sad thoughts from her.

kittehnpip.livejournal.com

...only Kitteh actually prefers it that way. For once, Pip isn't underfoot--he ran straight out the back door as soon as the two cats arrived in Milliways. Kitteh, for his part, headed for Bar and hopped up on a stool.

"I can has gin?"

One swingin' single Kitteh, at your service.

born-running.livejournal.com

Luke, in his general exploration of Milliways, happened to wander outside and discover it's snowing. There's a thick layer on the ground already and more on its way down. His coat isn't exactly suited for this type of weather, but he doesn't go back inside because it's snow and it's brilliant and he's never seen snow before.

{Right, then, you lot. One post for snowball fighting, as promised. Build forts, gain allies, launch sneak attacks, hop threads, have fun, and may God have mercy on my inbox.

EDIT: Mun is sick and off for tea and sleep. Will tag tags tomorrow if wanted, carry on with the mad fun! :D (Any threads with Luke in just progress as if he's there.)}

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

After a busy day ~~playing with the desktop theme~~ making minor repairs on the TARDIS, all Ace wants is a warm place to sit, a steaming hot mug of hot cocoa, and a Spoon to cuddle with. Not necessarily in that order.

But it snowed, alas. Now, normal people (even somewhat abnormal Time Lords) would, at this point, be rummaging through the closets looking for a snow shovel or a snow blower or some other snow removal device to clear the doorway.

If you're joining the programme late, here's a newsflash: Ace is not normal. Odds are she'll never learn to manage normal.

So Ace is outside her TARDIS, in the growing dark, clearing away the snow from in front of her tree-esque TARDIS with a modified flamethrower. Entertainment and functionality. How can she go wrong?

theravenboy

[It has not been a good year for Wales, and today it became much worse.]

The door opens on a stream of furious Welsh. "--is no bloody justification for blowing the house up, and I cannot believe you think--"

Bran Davies, noticing that he's no longer in Cardiff, closes the Milliways door behind him. (He comes just short of slamming it.)

Taut-faced with rage, Bran walks directly to the bar. There are days when even a good Welsh Calvinist Methodist needs a pint of beer.

mandercommander.livejournal.com

And Bonzo is in the Bar...well, actually he's outside, marvelling at the snow. He's seen it before, yes, but very rarely...outside of Milliways, only a few times in his life. He's just enjoying watching it fall, thinking about...who knows what.

stuck-mynock.livejournal.com

Atton's not in the bar. He's up in his room, resting again.

dr-de-silva.livejournal.com

[oom: Canon update.]

They didn't want me to go.

And I didn't puke when the man's foot fell off.

That feels kind of good. Maybe I should put it on a T-shirt. No, that wouldn't be very sensitive.

Toby has a milkshake. And a little smile.

ostro_goth

Teja is in the forge again today, working on a new battle axe for himself.

He doesn't know if that one will ever see any true combat, but now he has seen what he can do with folded steel in the Japanese style, he wants the very best battle axe he can possibly make.

The forge door is open, though, so Teja can see what is happening outside.

gone_byebye

Normally, Ray doesn't like dealing with politicians. They alternately annoy and terrify him, for the most part. Today had originally been slanted sharply in the direction of 'terrify', because he had to show up for his confirmation hearings for the position of Ambassador-at-Large for Non-Human Sentients.

Yesterday's conversation with Artie, however, put a pretty strong dampener on his mood when he walked out of Milliways and into his hotel room in DC. He was still pretty amazingly subdued when he got to the hearings, a fact which most of the members of Congress chalked up to the normally famously ebullient scientist not having cameras to react to. It made something of an impression on various people, a fact of which he is not aware.

He'll be going back tomorrow to meet with Secretary of Defense Keller. Right now? Right now he just wants a beer and the chance to get out of his suit.

redhorserider.livejournal.com

A booth is suddenly occupied by a good-looking young man--around the age of twenty-five or so--with red hair, shaved in military fashion. He looks exceedingly comfortable in his scuffed brown boots and his dusty red tank-top and worn jeans. The young man sips absently at his beer, looking as if he is waiting for someone to arrive.

tibetanmethod

Half an hour ago, Dale Cooper put down his cup of coffee and remembered who he was -- after months of not remembering, of living in a haze, of wondering who he could be, now that he's been liberated from who he was. (The opportunity to reinvent one's self when one is pushing forty -- probably -- is something to be seriously considered.)

But now there's no more liberation; there's who he was, what he has to go back to, what he's done and what was done to him. It wasn't there before. Now it is, all of a piece.

And right now Dale Cooper is staving off a panic attack with cherry pie and a damn fine cup of coffee.

(And a crisply pressed shirt buttoned all the way to the collar.)

guppy_sandhu

[oom: Yesterday, Guppy and Will follow his suspicions. After a mild scare, they are pleasently surprised]

Guppy is over by the fire, trying to stop his nose from bleeding. It's messed up the front of his shirt.

Despite good intentions, that could have gone better.