milliways_bar | Dec. 15th, 2007

Dec. 15th, 2007

[If a tree falls in the forest, and Monkey turns a point of view into something else, does anybody hear it?

That question actually doesn't come from this particular variant of Buddhism, anyhow.]

iopenthings

[OOM: In the House of Arch, Tom and Door suffer a slight difference of opinion.]

saebelrassler.livejournal.com

BAMF!

Well, if it's any consolation, the fuzzy blue...demon-elf looking fellow who just appeared in a burst of purple brimstone is just as confused by the sudden entrance as anyone else. Crouching and whirling in place, he takes in the patrons and layout of the room. “Was ist los?!”

Whether you speak German or not, that "what's going on?!" is probably pretty clear.

((Okay, while Kurt speaks German, his mun isn't fluent. I'll always provide translations, and would appreciate the same in return!))

Current Mood: surprised

mycursedface

In Milliways, there is a pool table. And at this pool table, there is a Medusa. A Medusa with inky-black snakes instead of hair, as normal, and golden wings, as is also normal, and holding a cue as is very much not normal.

Well, you can blame Coyote.

Also Medusa's curiousity and stubborness to try and get this to work.

[ooc: and gone for lunch and shopping. Hopefully be back later, and will tag slowtimes then.]

snowy_river_man

[OOM: Risking Harrison's wrath, Jim and Jessica break the colt.]

basic_powers

Tucked into a booth with a bowl of dry sugar blasted cocoabombs, is a small blonde boy with his slippered feet up on the booth table, giggling.

Why is he giggling? Get close enough, and one might be able to see the small TV tucked on the other end of the boothtable, playing Saturday Morning cartoons.

Tyler's missed seeing these for weeks! Come join him if you so please, he won't mind the company!

Current Mood: chipper

kittehnpip.livejournal.com

There are two cats over by the fireplace. The larger one is lying on his stomach on the floor, writing with a stub pencil on the back of an envelope. The smaller cat is dictating.

"Dear Hobo Clauz, I has bin rly gud dis yeer...."

nothawkingbird.livejournal.com

(OOM: Millitimed some after her cold: Kate went back to New York to check on health, and meet with her friends. And there were some discoveries.)

Kate walked in through the Front Door, dressed in simple spring attire of light jacket over buttoned down blouse and good jeans, and looked annoyed. The conversation with Tommy did not go well at all. Though at least the property damage was minimal with Billy's efforts and magic. She knew it was going to be ugly, but hadn't expected him to take off to possibly the Catskills to cool off. She just hoped he'd calm down eventually, and flopped unceremoniously at a table.

Her dad's publishing firm for a distraction? :D

mendanddefend_archive

It has come to Bob's attention that Christmas is ten days away.

And he doesn't have gifts for anyone yet.

So now he's seated in a booth with a stack of catalogs and a VidWindow on which he's typing furiously.

Hey, at least he didn't wait until the 24th, right?

Current Mood: working

get-help-boy.livejournal.com

[In Wilbur: There's nothing quite like cookies and carolers to get you into the holiday spirit. Er. Sort of.]

[warnings for blood, gore, and wholesale slaughter; also, cookie deprivation]

Current Mood: anxious
Current Music: Deck the Halls - Klezmonauts

lissla-lissar.livejournal.com

It would be a stretch to say that Lissar feels good today. She doesn't. She has no dogs beside her, she had the most stressful of days yesterday, and she still hasn't convinced herself to put her tunic back on; despite the fact that it is far more comfortable than the one set of modern clothing that she owns.

So it isn't true that she feels good. Light, though, and freer than she's been in...ever? Yes. That is very true.

She's still barefoot.

there-is-a-me.livejournal.com

Spoon is stomping around outside, taking a break from getting the house ready for the masses of people who will be descending upon it. He's got lists of things that need to be done. It's going to be a madhouse, and while part of him is looking forward to it, the rest of him is spazzing at the idea of crowds.

hungbyathread.livejournal.com

It is, as said patron would continue to say, more like a big ball of wibbly wobbly... time-y wimey... stuff.

As such, it shouldn't surprise anyone that the Geoffrey Tennant who bounds through the door, rapier drawn, looks ten years younger

ten years saner

ten years happier

than the last time he'd been in (though the rapier is actually the same; it's not as if the theatre has the money to buy tons of props). It's obvious he's already drunk, but he's an actor.

More booze is never a bad thing. But--

"Ellen? ELLEN!" A faint pause. "Fair Ophelia?" and there's a bright grin on his face, fit to split his face in half even as his head lolls from one side to the other.

takiena_called

Finn has a small sign up, acquired from his business partner some weeks ago, that reads in bright colors

The Artist is IN.

Bored of your drab room? Buy some custom artwork by Finn!

Prices (cash value determined by bar)
Custom colored-- three dinners
Colored-- two dinners
Custom B&W-- two dinners
B&W-- one dinner.

He’s sketching the Bar area, looking a bit shy about the sign, with two stacks of sketches in front of him—one colored, one B&W—of the outside scenery of the bar, primarily the mountains, the lake, the forest, and the small shipyard as well as inside of the bar, with vague outlines of the people there, and the library upstairs.

Finn’s also keeping an eye on Henry, who is working on some blueprints a couple tables away. He’s free for conversation, and business.

sed-en-ta-ry.livejournal.com

When Darcy entered the bar that evening she was drenched, blinking upon finding the bright light and noise of Milliways instead of her own room aboard the ship.

She shrugged this off however, padding over to the bar, leaving a trail of water, and asked for a towel and a fresh dress, leaving her reticule, and the coins inside it, as payment for the lot.

She wrapped herself, dress and all, in the towel before picking up the new dress and heading off towards the bathrooms. She emerged again not long after, grinning from ear to ear at the pistachio and pink chiffon dress that Bar had given her, along with a cocoa-colored stole, the whole mess dusted in glitter and small spangles.

spaceboy3000

The thing about Milliways is that it opens on a multitude of alternate worlds. And when you live in a universe where interstellar travel is as common as airplane flight and your neighbors are insectoid immigrants from a far-away planet, the idea of a tavern suddenly appearing in an employee restroom is not outside the realm of possibility.

Which is why the newest patron doesn't look as surprised as he probably should.

"Hey, I didn't know we had a bar in here."

formalde-hyde.livejournal.com

The door opens quietly, and the person who comes through is almost just as inconspicuous. He's dressed in clothes suited for the Victorian era, head bowed. He's currently writing something in a small leather-bound journal, obviously a bit too absorbed to realize that he's somewhere else.

Honestly, he's a little pale, complexion not entirely healthy, dark circles under his eyes. His features are drawn, and he's chewing on his lower lip out of anxiety, brows knitted.

But you can't really blame him.

If your alter ego was Edward Hyde, you wouldn't be entirely happy, either.

And, thanks to whatever it is he's doing, it's likely he's about to walk into you or your table.

[ ooc; Mun's off now! Thanks for tags, and slowtimes, please. ]

guppy_sandhu

Guppy looks relaxed today (three things crossed off his 'To worry about' list helps).

And he's been Christmas/Holiday shopping, so he's busy wrapping things.

If something gets shoved under the table as you approach, it could be yours...

mago_sonriente

It is, however, a man in silver-studded charro outfit and a wide-brimmed hat. His guitar raised high in the first note of 'El Rancho Grande', he sings the first two lines of the song before realizing exactly where he is.

"ALLA EN EL RANCHO GRANDE
ALLA DONDE VIVIA~!"

Beat.

Blink.

Twang.

"...okay, totally not cool."

Anyone makes any invisible swordsman jokes and he's not responsible for his actions.

Current Mood: aggravated

will_scarlett

Time is a strange thing, Will enters from the Front Door, dusting snow off his cloak and grinning and singing.

You see he'd gone back to Sherwood this morning and a few days had past, but now he's back and the mummers have come back to Nottingham.

He's currently singing a rather happy song as he finds a seat by the fire and just grins.

argyle_princess

Falling from the uppermost eschelon of Neptune High Society has both simplified and complicated Hannah's annual Christmas shopping. On the one hand, it's done a nice job of winnowing down the list. On the other, however, it means she actually has to put some thought into the ones she does buy.

So when Hannah comes into the bar this evening, she drops into a chair at the first empty table she reaches, letting a half dozen shopping bags hit the floor. She has spent the day at the Galleria in Neptune, trying (and almost succeeding) in finishing her Christmas shopping.

In a moment or two, she'll summon up the energy to order coffee. For now, she's just grateful to be away from the piped in Christmas carols.

lethe-forgets.livejournal.com

Christmas, when one is a Hell-river with little practice in regards to current human traditions, is the sort of thing that entails research. And research the sort of thing that involves books and – apparently - a large mug of cocoa, sprawling space atop of a booth table, and a great deal more chocolate cake than one person can logically consume by themselves.

(Though those last few might only be necessary if you are a Hell-river. The jury is still out on that this one.)

One wonders, really, why it seems terribly normal to leave cookies for a man who routinely breaks into your home while you're sleeping.

And, come to think of it, all of that 'he knows if you've been bad or good,' nonsense is a little suspect as well.

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

When on Gallifrey during the Christmas season, Ace would hole up in one of the massive libraries to study, bringing along her iPod to rock out proper holiday music.

Now that she's not on Gallifrey, she's claimed a spot by the warm fire, got some cocoa, and is (evidently) studying, with her iPod rocking proper holiday music.

Some things never change.

night-hibiscus.livejournal.com

It's... possible Yuna overdid it on hot rum toddies last night. Not extravagantly, but enough that she chose to spend the night in Milliways. This morning she had a small headache, but it's passed by now, and she's more-or-less cheerfully marking time by the fire; when she goes home, she'll need to go to sleep, so she needs to wait until she's tired to go back.

In the mean-time, she's leaning back on a couch, working on the Rubix Cube she got in Ray's New York. She's still wearing a simple blue shift, and she's still barefoot. As her hands move quickly over the surface of the cube, twisting and ratcheting, her large amber ring flashes in the firelight.

spins-magic.livejournal.com

In spite of the inhospitable weather in this odd little world, Sandry has been very keen to explore outside at Milliways. So she'd worn the warmest clothes she'd had at hand (which, given that it's summer in Emelan, aren't all that warm) and a thin cloak that she'd located in Dicipline Cottage's storage room, and struck out towards the lake to see what there was to see.

She'd made it about fifteen minutes before she'd retreated back into the bar.

Sandry, for the record, is not fond of cold weather.

Now she's standing near the hearth, hands tucked underneath her arms, hopping up and down slightly, hoping that her fingers will thaw out well enough to be able to spin thread again someday.

theravenboy

In the weeks approaching Christmas recess, any medical student would be exhausted. A medical student who is spending several extra hours each day in furious political argument hardly has time to sleep at all.

Bran's skin is always pale, but when he walks into Milliways today, the shadows under his eyes are especially deep.

ostro_goth

Teja is in the forge, folding steel.

He still has some of the first batch, but he is trying to work up a good sweat to drive out what is left of his cold.

He has the door open, though, and will talk to people while he works. Perhaps somebody new might have seen his notice in the bar?

first-sixth.livejournal.com

There may still be ten days until Christmas, but Tommy Oliver is bound and determined to get things done in a timely fashion this year. This is especially true since he's going to be spending more time out of town than he usually does, and therefore has to get everything that he's taking with him dealt with before he leaves.

It is important to note that where the Black Dino Ranger is concerned, "timely" does not necessarily mean "efficient."

Therefore, anyone walking around near the fireplace may wish to watch their step. While Tommy's trying to keep things confined to the coffee table he's sitting in front of as much as possible, there are still more than a few rolls of giftwrap and ribbon that have escaped his attention. There's also a prodigious quantity of mylar "tissue" paper, which while very shiny and quite pretty, happens to be devilishly slippery if you step on it.

Bother with caution -- or at least with an awareness of the surroundings.

iamthewolf.livejournal.com

Oz enters the bar, blinks, and turns to walk back out again.

He returns a few seconds later and blinks again.

"That's just not right."

He tries once more -- this is supposed to be his bathroom -- but third time is not the charm. He runs a hand through his hair and instead locates the bar's restrooms (eventually), returning to the main bar a few minutes later thoroughly amused and with a mini Sharpie behind his ear.

"Hit me up with a Coke," he says to Bar. Followed by, "Never gettin' used to that."

dr-de-silva.livejournal.com

[oom: Canon update]

I did it.
I managed to think and talk on the spot and at the same time.

Felt sort of good. No, better than that. Sort of... really good.

Toby approaches the bar and is about to order his usual pink milkshake.

Actually, maybe I'll have an adult drink.

He thinks about it for a moment, then gets the milkshake.

waylostandfound.livejournal.com

Another night, and Nathan was strolling by the lake. Getting to be a habit, just to feel less cooped while he was here.

He glanced around, and then took to the air. Flying high over the lake, heading near the mountain.

Catch him on the earth or in the air.

bannion_sight

[OOM: Some time ago, Kim Ford accepted Annie Wells's invitation to visit.

Her first day there was spent very differently from the days that followed.]

She waves a farewell to Annie through the door before it closes behind her, then shrugs her pack up on her shoulder and turns to look around Milliways.

A few minutes later she's got a room key and a cup of coffee, and is settled comfortably in a booth.

Apparently it's enough, for now. Kim seems content.

wheelsy_sheriff

It is freezing tonight and Bill makes the proper "BRRRRR!" noise when he walks in the front door, coat wrapped tight. When he sees the bar his expression brightens and he walks up and sits down at the counter and orders a hot chocolate. A hot chocolate with marshmallows, whip cream and holiday sprinkles. And a candy cane.

He wraps his hands around the mug that appears and after a bit of thought orders a plate of fresh chocolate chip cookies to go along with it.

notboundnow.livejournal.com

OOM: Where has Prometheus been all this time? The simple answer is Boetia.

1word-friendly.livejournal.com

Rachel's not usually into drugs. She's good with just her alcohol. However, when a nice joint is available, she doesn't necessarily turn it down either. So she did a little bit of both along with some dancing.

Of coarse, she's over the party at home now. She's here, still dressed in her mini skirt, heeled boots, and off the shoulder sweater and not bothering to change. Instead, she's laying on the couch, going through all the numbers she got at the party and letting her rock play list blast through the headphones.

Oh, yes. It's all amazing.

not-toothfairy.livejournal.com

Last night was spent on Earth, keeping watch over Lissar's sleep. Ironhide'll probably head back home properly tonight, so that he can give his report and start making arrangements for the girl's relocation, if possible. For now, though...

Well, for now he's thinking about humans, and what they think of each other, and how they treat each other, and how bizarrely complicated such little bags of water and meat can be. Outside, mostly, under no stars he's ever known on any world.

He might start shooting something eventually, because this isn't a mech much given to lengthy philosophizing, but for now he's as reasonably approachable as a damn big robot with damn big guns is likely to be.

missginnytonic.livejournal.com

Ginny walks in to the bar and smiles. She’s a redhead again. What do you know maybe this is the season for miracles? She is a happy girl so going to a table she orders a coke, cheeseburger and fries with a whole chocolate cake to share if anyone should come by. She’s willing to share it with new and old friends and who knows maybe use it to make new friends.

second_sighted

[OOM: Jordan and Benny are supposed to be sleeping, but Daddy is home! And, apparently, he and Jordan have things to discuss.]

shewasright.livejournal.com

The sounds of someone taking the steps at least two at a time can be heard long before Kaplan even makes it into the bar proper. Wearing the same uniform as he wore when he was in the Hive, everything is in place down to the computer strapped to his arm to the ear piece for communication if they got seperated. In his hands is a cardboard box filled with copies of each piece of tech he wears. No way in hell was Chad going to allow this team to go into the Hive without the proper gear.

Something was slightly weird about this though. The night before his door back into the lab had vanished then within an hour it was back. For fear of it happening again he hurried back into the bar with everything. Thus the reason for the resounding thudthudthud coming from the steps tonight.

Out of breath Kap waved down a waitrat, droping the box onto the table. "Go find Alice, Sam Beckett, Carlos Olivera, Al Calavicci, Richard Ryan, and Spoon. Give them each one of these." Digging into his vest he pulled out a piece of paper* with each persons name on it. "Hurry!"

Squeeking the rat took the papers and bound off starting at the top of the list.

.:~:.

When the group had managed to gather, everything handed out that needed to be. Chad briefed them all quietly on what was going to be out there. It was short- there was only one undead on the floor he was aware of. Things were going to be easy in a sense.

So he opens the door leading back out into the Hive 2000ft below the surface of Raccoon City.

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*(The note is simple and reads, 'Door's back. We're going now- meet in the bar in 10min. If we're gone, sorry!')