milliways_bar | Dec. 10th, 2007

Dec. 10th, 2007

jedi-bastila.livejournal.com

Bastila is nursing a glass of milk at a table by the window, watching the end of the world with a detached admiration. She's alone and lost in her thoughts, but certainly botherable.

prydeful

[OOM: On Shadow, there is a disappointment.

And then there's talking about it, and in the end it's more a delay than anything else.

If difficulties along the road to conception are an issue for you, please consider yourself warned that this thread contains such themes.]

immortalthief

Amanda is sitting by the fire trying to stay warm and being greatful that the door still isn't there.

gotham-knocking.livejournal.com

[OOM: At Gotham Crimimal Court, something happens.]

Knox comes through the door, carrying his coat and his tape recorder, and looking absolutely awful. He walks slowly to the bar, sits down with an unsteady thump, and orders a double, straight. He sort of stares blankly at the bar, lost in thought.

[ooc: usual possibility of slowtime for work.]

petraarkanian.livejournal.com

Petra is in bar, eating some breakfast food. Eggs, sausage and some orange juice. All very good for a person that does not particularly expect to do much today.

not-toothfairy.livejournal.com

Ratchet discovered that the humans were running a massively distributed computing project known as SETI @ Home the other day, and while it was undoubtedly more than a little primitive, he still thought it was rather fascinating. He's been running it on several of his own subsystems for a while now, and it's made him very distracted. As much as having an ear open to the humans' monitoring system (such as it is) might be a strategically useful thing, Ironhide finds it extremely annoying to try and talk to the medic when he's only half there, so he's going somewhere a little more likely to be useful instead. He'd like to see if Rad's got any news about that data solid, or any of the tests they might've run in his universe.

Not that Ironhide's expecting much. The universe isn't that kind, in his experience.

In the meantime, big black robot in the Bar, looking like a rhino made out of broken shovels and persuaded to walk on two feet.

mendanddefend_archive

One schoolgirl napping,
One seer reading,
One gerbil scampering,
And a keytool in a Guardian!

...yeah, I know it doesn't scan. Sue me.

gone_byebye

[OOM: Ray returns to Washington and meets with the Secretary of Defense. Hijinks ensue. So to speak, anyway.]

The door opens on an airport waiting area like every other airport waiting area in the continental United States, and Ray staggers into the Bar, slamming the door behind him. "Thank the little grey gods," he mutters. "I was beginning to think I'd never get out of Dulles... Bar? Can I get a cheeseburger medium rare please? My arteries can take care of themselves for once."

dm-bakura.livejournal.com

The Landlord is asleep, the body is, for the moment, just his.

He's sitting on a table, looking out the Observation Window. His face is carefully blank.

nothawkingbird.livejournal.com

Even for someone in shape, being outside in the elements can impact the immune system. Especially when said system is an enclosed environment with a high and varied population for long intervals of exposure to a variety of airborne diseases that is especially prevalent this time of year. What does this all translate to?

"Aaa-achoo!" Namely Kate's in the bar with a cold, with a box of tissues, hot tea, and medicine by her.

shufti

Shufti carries a strongly protesting toddler out back, and puts him gently but firmly on the small stool she was carrying in her other hand. It takes two or three attempts to make him stay on it for one minute, then she crouches down and looks him in the eyes.

"Jack, you were put on the naughty step for biting me." she says in a stern but calm voice. "Say sorry, and then we can go and play."

"Sorry"

"Good boy." she gives him a cuddle, then folds up the legs of the little step and puts it in her bag. "Shall we go and do some drawing? We've got lots of Hogswatch cards to make."

They head inside and settle in a booth.

a1enzo

[[OOM: Enzo and Alvey have their jetball game and a very unpleasant encounter with some local kids.]]

will_scarlett

Will has a cold, so he's sneezing by the fireplace, wrapped in a blanket and cradling his hot chocolate.

He's still working his way through American History and has reached the first World War, which is not really helping his mood.

cloakandclaw

There's something about the light of the fire that's both mesmerizing and calming. It's been some time since he found himself in a setting like this: nowhere to go, nothing to do, no one to look for. It might have been in his nature for the better part of three decades to stay still, pent up, but that was not by choice. Again, tonight, he's not here because it's where he necessarily wants to be: choice would find him wending his way through the streets toward the city of Edge, with business as usual if there is such a thing. He is, however, unable to do that, so... this suffices, for the time being.

On the table in front of him rests a glass of red wine, barely touched. The light of the flames dances off it, a warped reflection but that, too, is lovely in its own way. There was a time in his life when he would seek out the beautiful and soothing in everything around him: it was part of his nature, part of who he was. To move with grace -- to surround himself with sweetness and comfort -- was a long-ago goal of his. Out of necessity and circumstance it's fallen by the wayside, but those things are still part of his true nature. Peel away the layers the years have forced onto his frame, and there's a great softness lurking.

He just... knows better than to show it.

born-running.livejournal.com

Luke did not come out of the snowfight unscathed, sadly. While his immune system is quite good, it isn't quite good enough to protect him against long periods of cold and wet without adequate protection.

Thus, the Luke inna bar onna couch with a book is also with a box of tissues.

He'll try not to infect you if you tag.

princeinexile

[OOM: Zuko has been holding this breath for three years. There is no sigh of relief once it is released. Is this what he was waiting for?]

there-is-a-me.livejournal.com

So apparently Spoon's PB has hazel-green eyes. Good to know, thank you different show he's in. That really has no bearing on the fact that Spoon himself is seated on the floor by the fire, unless someone decides to gaze into Spoon's now colour identified for certain eyes. Dog Soldiers is a dark movie, alright? It was impossible to tell.

Refocus: Spoon is on the floor, by the fire, with a pile of chewed upon toothpicks (someone is trying to stop smoking. Guess how it's going.) an empty plate, and a book on winterizing houses. He wants to be sure he's got everything possible done.

artfowler.livejournal.com

After acquiring a thick jacket, boots, gloves, and a hat from Bar, Artemis has found his way outside once more, trudging through snow and cold. Once again he happens to be attempting to find ways to unlock his freedom.

His plan for this evening has to do with the 'simple joys' of life. This includes finding an untouched clearing of snow and pulling out a rather detailed, graphed drawing of a snowman.

Alright, maybe 'simple' is not the best way to describe this idea as the drawing is rather detailed. If only he'd been around for the snowball fight. That might have been simple enough. But Artemis likes complicated and dislikes dealing with people.

And so after a good minute of studying the plan, (though certainly not soon enough in his eyes as he is freezing already and just where is his waitrat with the hot chocolate?), he sets to work.

river-monk.livejournal.com

There is a blond man seated at a table facing the door, chain-smoking agitatedly. He's been there for quite some time watching people come and go through what looks like a blank wall. Genjou Sanzou is in the bar, and he's not happy. Anyone feel like explaining Milliways to a trigger-happy monk?

<small>If your character has any familiarity with the story "Journey to the West," would you please ping me at mizuiroten on aim before tagging? Sanzou isn't quite Xuanzang, and anyone familiar with Xuanzang might have somethng of a culture shock. Lastly, Sanzou has something of a foul mouth, so consider this a warning for language. Mun is gone for the night, but slowtimes are more than welcome.</small>

collects_ears

Before you, stands the bartender.

Drinks are his specialty.

Try one and see for yourself.

"Tonight's specials are: Scorpion's Tail, Secret Blue, Shore Breeze and Sid's Special."

Come try something new.

"What'll it be?"

guppy_sandhu

Guppy doesn't reckon he can hide in the corners until the bruise goes away, so he's by the infirmary going through paperwork.

His nose is still purple, though a bit less swollen. With his head down it's mostly covered by his hair.

The doctor is in

ostro_goth

Teja is by the fireplace, wrapped in his cloak, and wearing the warm socks he was given yesterday. There is a large goblet of mulled mead at hand, and his is quietly playing his harp.

He looks as dark, brooding and forbidding as he ever did.

But might actually just feel cold and miserable inside.

candied-rabbit.livejournal.com

When Momiji pops into the Bar tonight - in his younger form, at the moment - he looks positively elated. There's a skip in his step, and he's developed a marked tendency to all but dance around patrons, rather than just carefully maneuver to the side. Add in the fact that the little boy's standard clothes, usually relatively plain, have been replaced by a long, frilly, powder blue shirt and a matching pair of shorts, and...well, anyone that would have had trouble linking the older Momiji with the younger will probably find their difficulties resolved, for the most part, tonight.

He, on the other hand, is completely unaware of such matters of appearance. He's much more interested in scaling a few of the booths near the back of the Bar, without worrying about whether they're occupied or not.

Forgive him, he's energetic today.

(OOC: ~~And the mun is off for the night; will pick up things tomorrow~~. New threads for slowtimes are glee!)

cheevy.livejournal.com

Miniver is in the bar!

He's curled up in a booth tonight with a book and a glass of hot mulled wine. That black eye he'd acquired earlier this week has faded to an off-color shadow.

He always likes company!

keyblade-girl.livejournal.com

It's been a while since Kairi was last in the bar. Too long.

She wants to see Sora, she wants to see Riku. The two most important people in her life; she constantly feels their absence. No matter what she's doing or what she's focused on - good or bad - there's always the sense that something is missing.

She's barely through the door and she's already searching.

There's always the chance that neither of them will be here, but she refuses to give up hope. It's just not in her nature.

wolflord_andain

[OOM: In Milliways the season of giving approaches. Out of Milliways, Galadan takes this under advisement.]

un_fallen

OOM: Somewhere on Beylix, Galadan's parcel is intercepted.

Surprisingly, perhaps, it's eventually sent on its way. And in the meantime, a new message begins its journey in the opposite direction.