milliways_bar | Dec. 25th, 2007

Dec. 25th, 2007

At some point, the following neatly written note is left at the bar:

( For Kendra: )

A package is also left, more out of hope than anything else, with instructions for it to be given to Kara Zor-El at the first available opportunity. The note, in Kryptonian, reads simply: Love, Kal-El.

shadowsusannah.livejournal.com

[OOC: OOM:

A Johnny Cash Christmas Carol: Third Verse

Warning once again for violence, death, and intense situations.]

amanofletters.livejournal.com

[OOM: Some belated holiday cheer is in order.]

There was a Bar in his wardrobe. That was odd.

Watson took a moment to reiterate this thought over in his head, stepping back and taking a good look at the room around the Door before poking his head inside again.

The lack of a shaved face and the appearance of pyjamas should be enough to say that he had just woken up. And the Door in his wardrobe meant that he had no apparent way of getting dressed properly.

This prompted a tired sigh from him, and he took a moment to grab his dressing gown and his pipe before entering through the Door. And upon a pause and a second thought, he went back to grab a few papers off his desk.

For Watson the holiday has already passed so unfortunately he hasn't got any presents, but perhaps with a clearer mind he will be more accepting of festivities.

binaried.livejournal.com

Merlin is more or less recovered from the mistletoe incident of the previous evening. It's now officially Christmas morning, and he'd expected to be worlds away from the bar by now. He'd expected to be home.

It's funny how, in a couple of weeks, the concept of home has begun to change. At Milliways, Merlin is starting to discover who he is, one layer at a time. And of all the people he's met, there are one or two that refuse to leave his conscious mind. Probably why he's seated at a table far, far away from any stray greenery, sipping from a cup of tea and staring into space.

Very botherable.

[ooc: ~~Here until around 1pm mst.~~ ~~Slowtime for now--~~ Back! ]

callitavesper.livejournal.com

James Bond...

...has a Santa hat stuck on his head. Bar's doing. He's not happy.

Current Mood: aggravated
Current Location: at the bar

red-cg-insanity.livejournal.com

(OOC The madness continues Oh, and Linkage is here(the original Backroom Post) and here(The original EP) And just a reminder you don't need to post to the ep just use the mistletoe if you want to.)

notanarc.livejournal.com

[ooc: As implied, this post isn't open for tags. Busy day ahead -- Merry Christmas!]

Byers is in quite the rush, today.

With two bags and a plate of chocolate chip cookies in his hands, he hurries to Bar and deposits them on her surface. "This one is for Sarah Jane," he says, "and this one is for Roger and Pongo. The cookies are for whoever wants them -- I promise they're not laced with anything."

They disappear, as does Byers.

In Sarah Jane's bag is this and this, both for Valerie, and this for Sarah.

In Roger's bag is this and a large rawhide bone for Pongo.

scurlock

Doc spent Christmas Eve upstairs in his room trying to figure out what he'd get for people for Christmas. He didn't have a ton of money but he had a tab and he had no problems working it off in the stables or getting money when he got back home. (He was an outlaw, and he had ways of getting money that were just a way of life in 1890, but that is neither here nor now in the bar.)

So early Christmas morning, after a cup of coffee, Doc and Bar have a conversation before he retreats back upstairs with a box, a roll of colorful printed paper, and the root of all evil itself -- scotch tape.

After that lesson in gift wrapping (with a hint of reflection too) he wanders back downstairs with the few wrapped packages tucked under his arm and sets them on the bar. Thankfully she doesn't comment on the amount of tape he used.

There are gifts for Will Scarlett, Jack Bauer, Yrael, The Crocodiles, Jack Sparrow, Bill Pardy, Marc St. James, and Billy the Kid:

( left with Bar )

Also, any children who wander around the Bar will find a small bundle of old fashioned candy sticks, for them, in the flavors of blueberry, root beer, lemon or cherry with a note that reads 'Merry Christmas!' attached and tied with a ribbon. (Bar will also vouch that they're not laced with anything.)

a-day-of-sky.livejournal.com

Ella Harkins doesn't really walk through the door.

I remember days,
Or at least I try.

She simply appears in front of it. All in all, there's nothing that remarkable about her as a person. However, the thing about her that might attract attention is the fact that she's dressed in a wedding dress. It's pure white, contrasting sharply against her dark hair.

But as years go by
They're sort of haze,

Upon even closer inspection, you can see the faint outlines of stitches, much like those you can see on window mannequins, running all around her neck, down her arms, across her waist, and down her legs. However, most of these are covered.

And the bluest ink
Isn't really sky

She immediately collapses, legs giving way from underneath her. Her eyes are wide, and her jaw trembles for a moment before she breaks down completely, sobs racking her body.

And at times I think

She tears the bride's veil from her face, throwing it to one side before raising her hands to cover her face.

I would gladly die

For a day of sky.

[ ooc; Mun note - I'm going to be running patchy throughout the day and beyond, so, just a warning in case I disappear. ]

saebelrassler.livejournal.com

( It has been a rough couple of days. )

And so Kurt is on the roof, seeking peace in his own thoughts, but fully findable.

((Will likely fall into slowtimes as dinner comes along, but I've missed playing him with you all!))

lissla-lissar.livejournal.com

This day is just a day for Lissar (although her mun had a wonderful time) so she is curled up by the fire as is usual for her when she is visible in the bar. She's not near the mistletoe, and has no intention of getting anywhere near it. Her much-shortened hair is pulled back into a sloppy pony-tail, and she's got her back against one dog with another on her feet. The rest of them are curled up nearby, but not quite so close. ("Could be worse, I guess. At least you're here.") She's also got a faint smile that just won't quite go away.

notascreensaver

AndrAIa hears voices the moment she enters the bar, tiny little voices that sound vaguely like Hex. She looks around for the source while walking to the bar, but her search only turns up some decorations - must be for that Christmas thing Bob told her about. The Game sprite orders an I/O shot and listens again; one of the groups of voices was closer.

Glancing around the bar she tracks the sound to a sprig of greenery over one end of the bar. She stands and makes her way over for a closer look. Just as she starts to make out the masks on the little berries, she finds herself unable to move.

The motion of trying to do so, nearly has AndrAIa toppling off of her heels and grasping the bar counter for support.

"What in the 'Net?"

She glances up at the berries again.

"Oh, Hex, what have you done now?"

~~[ooc: Slowtime while the Mun goes to do Christmas-y things with her family.]~~ Back!

nomorekaraoke

(OOC: Thoughts on post-canon/comic canon/pre-Milliways.

Merry Christmas everyone!)

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

Ace loves Christmas. She's not much a fan of... well, any religion going, but.

Christmas is special. Humans in general tend to act (or try to act) more... humane, on Christmas. Ace likes that quite a lot.

This would be why despite the full moon and possible uproar having to do with Slayers and a disastrously failed attempt at rum balls in the TARDIS kitchen, Ace bounces into the bar, a properly festive Santa hat on her head, in search of spiked egg nog.

She may be singing 'Jingle Bells'. With no regard for folk who don't like badly sung Christmas carols.

redcatalina.livejournal.com

Catalina is extremely confused right now. And a bit upset too.

You see, Milliways seems to have done its best to mess with her head lately, and now, to make things worse, her door is back.

And firmly locked.

While trying to puzzle out what this development means, the young woman is staring balefully at her still-denied exit, while consuming wonderful Barbados Rum.

She might be willing to share in exchange for answers, or even for company.

expendthis.livejournal.com

It had been a week since Carlos had spent any real time within the Bar. For the most part he had been exploring the grounds of Milliways since he had no door. He had to get used to the grounds of he place- know the lay of the land in a sense. Being a military man seemed to cement this into his head. Find the ins and outs, good ground for defensive or offensive stands. That sort of thing.

Truging his way back into the commons Olivera raises a gloved hand, brushing snow out of his hair before pushing the balaclava down from covering the lower half of his face. It had started to snow again when he trying to get to the mountain. Not wanting to get stuck out in a snowstorm the former UBCS man had turned back. Not looking to pleased about it either.

Carlos murmered a few choice words in Russian at having to retreat back inside before coughing against his arm. Someone forgot to inform the man it was Christmas.

daylightguard.livejournal.com

Lucian's not going to stay in bar for very long, given the day, but he's left a few packages. His means are somewhat limited, so they're rather small gifts.

( Gifts )

gorgonfondness

Mia has been working on Christmas presents, never having to get them before. There's a little clay pendent with each present, a circle holding the Magic Guild symbol.

( Will Scarlett )

( Miniver Cheevy )

( Momiji Sohma )

( Tom Riddle )

( Maid Marian )

( Kyo Sohma )

( Yrael )

( Axel )

gone_byebye

[OOM: Christmas in another continuum.]

The door opens and Ray lugs himself in, Francis takka-takka-takka-ing along behind him with several bags tied together over his back. "Bar?" Ray says, grabbing the bags off and thumping them down on the Bar's top. "Presents for people. Could you see to it that they get them? Thank you."

It's been a loooong day on a number of fronts- good, but looooong- and right now all he wants to do is collapse over by the fire and digest.

the-h-star-r.livejournal.com

Homestar has a different idea for DetHemberween this year. He's bought a huge supply of Fluffy Puffs and rented out a couple of kegs, one filled with melonade and one filled with Cold Ones.

Drinks are on him, Milliways.

guppy_sandhu

Guppy deposits a pile of presents under the tree. They're all wrapped in newspaper; by the time he'd helped fund the Life Support party earlier, bought the presents and helped his mum out with baby stuff, there wasn't enough for wrapping paper.

The ones he hasn't given out yet are for

( Amanda, Asar-Suti, Gil, Molly (twice, his younger self has been in), HK, Aeryn, Ginny, Homestar, Ray, Teja, Le Chiffre, Zhaan and Kate )
He then sits down with a beer and watches people.

were-needed.livejournal.com

Presents!

In the corner by the fire is Steed, who has deposited presents for:

( James Bond, Admiral Kirk, Sarah Jane Bond and Zhaan. )

Shufti is at home with CJ and Jack (she left a note for her employers saying so and will be back regularly to check if she's needed) and has left presents for:

( Knox and Sharpe )

Snowball has left a large leek for Asar-Suti, Gil, Zhaan and Clive. He's sitting outside, looking at the lake.

Toby has to rush back to work in a minute, but he leaves beer for Le Chiffre and Miniver, and some flowers for Ravin.

Wellington has left presents for:

( Will Scarlett, Ravin, Kevin, Teja and Stitch )

shadowsusannah.livejournal.com

[OOC: OOM:

Have yourself a merry little Christmas / It may be your last / Next year we may all be living in the past: Verse Four]

ostro_goth

Teja is by the fireplace, drinking hot mulled mead and improvising on his harp.

The place is very quiet today, so Teja feels emboldened about his music. Some of it is daring and clearly shows the influence of the piano recital he heard, or the jazz he listened to in that other world, or the fierce music of Skwisgaar, Toki and their comrades.

The result is sometimes harsh and dissonant on purpose, sometimes sweet and almost playful.-

undignified

Wes doesn't know what a Christmas tree is, so when he comes down the stairs with gifts, he leaves them with Bar: a remote-controlled X-wing (with an Ewok as a pilot) for Atton; a toy lightsaber for Chloe Sullivan; and another toy lightsaber for Clark Kent, with the note, "To defend yourself against Chloe."

He also has a large pile of packets of fizzer sweets; he ran out of energy and imagination for the rest of his list.

"Uh, share these between Sarah Jane, Riley, Lilly, Aeryn, Sam, Jack Harkness, um, Will, Mel, Kaye, Steph, Ichigo ... wait, how many are there? Okay, yeah, should be enough -- and the little Hapan girl, and Wedge and Tycho if they come in. Thanks."

That done, he retreats with whiskey to a booth where he can't see the door.

the_antiangst

It wouldn't be Christmas without Angel putting in an appearance. Dressed for the occasion, of course.
And so there he is, working on a sewing project on one of the couches by the fire.

shadowsusannah.livejournal.com

Susannah is having a meal. This is not the Christmas dinner she had hoped for, and she's been having disquieting dreams, but she's believing, firmly, that everything is going to be all right. So her holiday cheer is strapped on properly, as she polishes off a cheese omelet and sips her coffee.

(The most noticeable thing about her is probably the flying wheelchair; the gun is a close second.)

action-antihero.livejournal.com

The door opens and the sound of Christmas carols drifts in as Jack looks around and blinks. He hadn't expected to see Milliways, show up at Chris' brother's house, but he's not about to complain. He could use a small break from the festivities, and besides, this way he might be able to avoid being drafted to help with dinner.

Not that things weren't going well outside, but...well, it's the time of year that one can't help but be forcefully reminded of who's not there to celebrate; particularly a few days earlier when Michelle had had all her friends over for Christmas. Tony should have been there to see his newborn daughter's first Christmas, and there are times he can enjoy the festivities, and times when he can't help but feel the loss. But then he knows he's in good company; that across the country, and particularly around L.A., there are those mourning entire families, the victims in Valencia.

Maybe staying in the bar for a little while, just long enough to have a drink is a good idea, even if the reminders of those who are now gone are almost as present here as they are at home.

Walking over to the bar, Jack orders a drink, which arrives with a candy cane. Beside the glass, not in it, thankfully.

[ooc: I know people are busy but I wanted to get Jack in today, so I'm perfectly fine with anyone tagging it in the next couple days!]