milliways_bar | Dec. 9th, 2007

Dec. 9th, 2007

lightningbaron6.livejournal.com

Two of Preventers' best and brightest are in the bar again. Sally's sprawled comfortably on a sofa and thumbing through a copy of the ESUNPA's quarterly journal, pausing occasionally to scribble something in a margin before marking the page. Zechs, for once not occupied with anything work-related, is working on some technical drawings. Exhaust systems are, after all, very serious business.

They're not really joined at the hip, they just act that way sometimes. Bother one or both! Such is the glory of double-pup posts.

forced-pilgrim.livejournal.com

[OOC: Things are not what they appear to be:

nor are they otherwise.

--Surangama Sutra

not_a_hologram

Having escaped the snowball fight--he's not as young as he used to be, and anyway he'd run out of cigars--Al has made a tactical retreat from his fort and gone inside.

He's over by the fire, in dry (and borrowed) clothes, enjoying a cup of hot chocolate and some still-warm cookies.

almost-chosen.livejournal.com

[OOM: Hey, teacher, leave those kids alone.

Rated S for Deathly Hallows spoilers, V for violence, and W for WACKY FUN.]

un_fallen

[OOM]: Under the radar.

aj_crawley

Crowley is wet. Crowley is wet, and cold, and not very happy about it, so it's probably for the best that there just happens to be an armchair free by the fire when he stomps in from out back, dripping crossly on the floorboards.

His coat and scarf go on the floor in front of him, the rest of his clothes dried with a wave of his hand. There's still snow in his hair, though, and every so often another small clump of it slides, half-melted, down the back of his neck.

(His sunglasses are steaming up.)

cheevy.livejournal.com

[OOM: Back in Los Angeles, Miniver and Pickles get with the trimming of the... er... miniature key lime tree. Yes. This typically quirky but adorable scene carries warnings for drunken hallway sex and the obvious effects of too much booze on the insides.]

slightlymonkish.livejournal.com

It's early morning in Milliways when the door opens to the busy streets of Frisco, and a man whose eyes are focused on the ground -- can't step on the cracks -- walks through.

As soon as the ground beneath his feet changes from fragmented sidewalk to polished wood, he looks up.

"Oh."

It's been a while, hasn't it?

He glances cautiously at the now-shut door behind him and makes his way toward Bar, where there's already a big chocolate chip cookie and Blackcurrant milkshake (on a coaster!) waiting for him. It's sparkly.

With a wary, slightly confused glance at Bar, he mutters his thanks and makes his way over to a table that is well-equipped with a full napkin dispenser.

synapse-circuit.livejournal.com

Security member on duty. And this particular one looks...different.

J.C.'s bioelectrics, the little silver lines and circuit nodes that appeared to be fused with his skin, are now gone - or, at least, not visible. His eyes are a natural brown and not glowing blue.

There's also a jade bead hanging from a black cord around his neck. He doesn't normally wear a necklace, so an astute observer might surmise that the disappearance of his stranger features and the appearance of the necklace are somehow connected. And they would be right.

He also looks a bit less somber than usual: this is because he has finally found a suitable Christmas present for Ana, although of course he hasn't got it with him right now.

Botherable, perhaps more so than usual.

the_cupbearer

Ganymede is at the Bar, today, examining a very interesting bundle of green leaves. The thing is propped inside a bowl so that it won't get all over the Bar, and the cupbearer is very carefully leaning over it, bearing a pair of scissors in one hand and a little pamphlet in the other. The pamphlet, for its part, has the word "MISTLETOE" emblazoned on the front cover - presumably the identity of the plant that he's examining from every angle.

"...I really don't see how this is going to be of any use." He mumbles, poking the scissors through a patch of leaves to try to cut off a sprig of the stuff. A moment later, he shakes his head and draws them back, going back to studying the pamphlet - which really isn't long enough to merit re-reading - and the scissors.

"Hmph."

lissla-lissar.livejournal.com

The Moonwoman is white and black. Ossin told Lissar that, once. Currently Lissar does look rather like the woman from the story. Her hair, her skin, both are whitest white and streaked with motor oil. She's scrubbed it as best she can, resulting in gradients of grey, but her hands are still black.

This has to do with the fact that this is sitting on papers in front of her and she is poking at it with an intent look. A happy intent look, but an intent look.

The dogs are under the table where they are unlikely to get grubby. Oil is not their dirt of choice.

his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com

[OOM: After things escalate in Milliways, James takes Sarah away to a hospital where she can get some help.]

ooc: james will be delivering the note into milliways soonish. please keep in mind that sarah means everything she wrote on there. she doesn't want people interfering anymore - it only hurts her and james more. so please, try to refrain your pups from wanting to beat up james, please. it won't make their situation any better, i swear. cheering up/plain-non-threating-civil talking to either party is acceptable, though. that's a completely different thing. thanks and ♥

blackholesandrevelations

John never left a note for Allana...he instead found her when she came in next and explained Sarah's situation to her. Allana's smart. She understood.

And only sniffled a little. But then John distracted her with the prospect of building a snowman. And that worked incredibly. They got the proper outerwear and bundled up before John picked the little girl up and took her outside.

It's where they are now, outside, building a snowman. John's impressively covered in snow, and Allana's very diligently patting more and more snow onto the snowman's body.

(So far, it looks more like a snowewok).

oh-wowee.livejournal.com

Toki Wartooth had just realized that there was a piano recital going on around here.

Okay, by just realized we mean just now let himself see the sign-up sheets.

He had been quite effectively ignoring their existence for quite some time. He had to get the gumption up, but actually managed to bring himself to sign up.

He signed his name in his childish scrawl, and then scowled at the sheet.

"Oh fG#k, what I just do?" He muttered. He hadn't been in a piano recital in about ten years, and the last recital he'd done was guitar and that went BADLY.

Back to chewing his thumbnail, Toki wandered to the bar and ordered himself a 'hankburker and fries with a coffee'.

action_rad

[OOM: What may be Cybertron's greatest scientific discovery yet.]

Today's a day for sitting at the bar going through about ten or so quasar bombs—Cybertron's favourite knock-you-flat-on-your-aft drink. Action Masters have a better constitution, so it takes more of them to knock one onto his aft.

He's not normally like this, and this isn't an effort to become intoxicated.

Just an effort to slow his brain down long enough to properly understand everything he's discovered so far.

A match. Perfect match. At last check Perceptor said the probability that it isn't is less than zero-point-zero-zero-zero... He ran out of zeros somewhere after the twenty-ninth...

Has someone got news for someone!

Also, for people of scientific minds.

Current Mood: blank

best-kung-fu.livejournal.com

The faint sound of cinematic explosions is heard as Frohike enters the bar, popcorn bowl in hand. He sighs quietly.

"So much for movie night."

basic_powers

Yesterday, a young boy got trapped in a giant rolling snowball of doom with a sheriff, a cat and one angry MIB agent. They were 'saved' by a rampaging robot.

To say that Tyler got out of the entire affair scot-free would be a stretch. Since that little adventure he seems to have caught a bit of a cold.

Which is why he's currently curled up in a bunch of blankets with a mug of chicken broth, peanutbutter cracker sammiches and a box of kleenexes, which are getting rapidly worked through.

Come on and cheer up the sniffly little kid, he hasn't touched the cracker sammiches yet.

turned_captain

[OOM: No matter what your job may be, sometimes it forces you to face things you didn't expect. Drinking with the boss afterwards is also a long standing tradition.]

candied-rabbit.livejournal.com

Yesterday, Momiji had far too much fun playing out in the snow. Sadly, though, he'd headed home before the follow-up to snow-play that the gods of warm and comfy things decreed eons ago could be carried out - and, today, he's making up for that.

Which is to say, he's curled up on the couch by the fire, wrapped up in a huge, cushy blanket that he brought in from home. The thing's gigantic and probably taking up more space on the couch than the boy could, if he tried. Better yet, as far as Momiji is concerned, images of all of the Zodiac animals have been knitted onto it - it's a gift he got, when he was much younger, from some of the servants who took a liking to him.

At the moment, he's just enjoying the warmth and fingering at one of the little rabbit pictures on his blanket. Given the circumstances, he is also consummately botherable.

callitavesper.livejournal.com

James enters the bar and leaves a note for everyone who has recently spoken to Sarah Jane. He then retreats to a booth with a double bourbon. It's likely this won't be the only double bourbon for the night.

capt_angie

So, it's been a while since Angelina was in the bar. Several months In fact, so imagine her surprise when she walks into what she think is her living room and turns out to be the Milliways. She is less than impressed with this turn of events, not least because she's dripping wet and covered in mud. Under one arm she's carrying a bright red ball and in the other hand is her broom.

shewasright.livejournal.com

So today the mun is barrowing the pups flailing ability to try for test studying leaving the pup in a rather content mood. Well, as content as a man who agreed to learn a country music song can be.

At a table somewhere in the bar off to the side (mostly close to the fireplace) Kaplan sits at the piano playing the song he has promised Alice that he'd learn. For a country song..he was okay with it.

Of course no matter what the song Chad would probably be shy about singing infront of someone.

Totally botherable and quite possibly songs upon request.

gone_byebye

"Mr. Keller, it's- oh."

Ray wasn't expecting the Bar just now, but he's really not going to argue if it shows up. Not like his beverage of choice is alcoholic, after all.

"Bar? Can I get some of the Green Stuff and something to settle my stomach a little, please? It's been a nerve-wracking few hours and I seem to have been granted a stay."

He can ignore the fact that he's still stuck in his suit for this.

his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com

[OOM: Sarah Jane never did like therapy much.]

mogget_cat

There's a white cat on the small, green and gold harpsichord behind the piano, this evening, playing Scarlatti's Fugue in G minor.

chelleuncurled

[OOM: La Vie En Rose. Welcome to the world, baby girl. Warnings for giving birth and angst.]

guppy_sandhu

[oom: Guppy explains]

Guppy sneaks into the bar, keeping his face to the floor.

He settles in a corner near the fire, flopping his hair over his face to try and disguise the hugely swollen and bruised nose.

action-antihero.livejournal.com

The door opens and anyone nearby might catch a brief whiff of disinfectant and the sound of a voice over a loudspeaker as Jack walks in. He blinks as he realizes where he is; he hadn't expected the elevator from the maternity ward to end up at Milliways, though it's probably just as well. Observers might note that his eyes are a little red and puffy, but he's smiling, even if the smile turns a little sad as he looks around. Putting his cellphone back in his pocket, he heads for the bar, asking Bar for a pen and a large piece of paper.

Five minutes later there's a large notice pinned on the noticeboard, the paper edged in pink ribbons and cartoon baby rattles, a message written in pink ink:

To all friends of Michelle and Tony Almeida:

IT'S A GIRL!

Elaine Rose Almeida was born this morning (Dec. 9, 2012),
and both mother and baby have been given a clean bill of health.

Anyone with questions can find Jack Bauer for news or to pass on well-wishes.

There's a post-it note stuck to the sign, with a scribbled, "If I'm not in the bar, look for me in the stables - Jack".

That done, Jack takes a seat at the bar where he's sips a cup of coffee and watches the goings-on.

undead_ed

OOM: Zombie wants beer.

Shaun not giving him beer.

Zombie wants to go to pub.

Zombie fed up with toolshed.

Zombie yanks chains free!

Zombie breaks through toolshed door!

...Zombie in Milliways!

"Huuurrrrh?"

Zombie syntax quite similar to Neanderthal syntax, which is completely unintentional. Mun will stop it now, it's silly.

[OOC: Slowtimes requested as of 12:30 am EST. Ed- and Shaun-muns thank everyone for tagging and creating a small, contained explosion of awesome!]

simon_doctor

(Mostly) Out of Milliways:

Earlier today, Simon was in the bar looking for one of three people. The one he found was Galadan, who after a brief explanation agreed to open a door to Londinium for him.

For one pre-planned meeting, and two unplanned ones.

agnes_nitt

[OOM: Millitimed to... about a month ago. The Wizard, the Witch, and the Squid. Otherwise known as Carlos Ramirez takes Agnes Nitt to a dinner date in L.A. After his sister takes her shopping, that is.]

conglomerelda

Elda is in the bar, carefully making two copies each of several homework spells. Whether she is worried about destroying one or is helping out a classmate is unclear.

Either way, griffin on duty! Her security badge is easily visible.

ostro_goth

Teja is sitting in front of the fireplace today, wrapped closely into his royal purple cloak lined with magical faun fur. He's pulled the chair nearer to the fire and has put up his bare feet as close to the fire as is still comfortable. He has a large clay goblet of hot mulled mead at hand, and very softly plays his harp.

Running out into the snow in nothing but his leather forge clothes yesterday has taken its toll.-

nothawkingbird.livejournal.com

(IM and OOM: After the snowball fight yesterday, Will and Kate head upstairs to his room because fireplace means waaaarmth. They try a couple of methods to warm up, including shower and food, and yes. Also some discussion on relationships, and finish up with a bible reading by the fire. Slight warning for teenagers being very coupley)