milliways_bar | Dec. 27th, 2007

Dec. 27th, 2007

There is something different about Axel tonight, one may notice.

For one thing, he's sitting at a table, instead of stretched out on the couch by the fire. For another thing, said table is covered with food (about half of it in boxes coming from Annie Wells' bakery). And for a third thing, his gloves are off.

There are extra chairs at the table, and Axel's grinning.

Hugely.

He is entirely botherable.

((ooc: this is the first post with hearted!Axel (even though that process is still in slowtime, haha). If your pup would be able to notice the difference, especially if they've met Axel before, feel free to have them notice.

ETA: and mun must tip over. The post'll stay open, so feel free to tag for slowtime! :D))

cheevy.livejournal.com

Gifts left with Bar for Harding, Darren Nichols, Draco and Mia, Ginny Weasley, Guppy, Jack Frost, Moon, Robbie Ross, Roger Ratcliffe, Sam Linnfer, Ravin, Tom Riddle (& family), Will Scarlett, and YT. Others will be (or have been) delivered in person.

...pretend this happened on Christmas proper. >.>

priestoftravel.livejournal.com

Nicholas D. Wolfwood had gifts he'd be giving personally to those he considered his friends. He was patient, however. Well, more patient than he'd been in life. He could wait to give the gifts.

He slipped into a booth with some breakfast, and took a drag of his cigarette, reading a newspaper.

Said newspaper was for New Orleans, Louisiana, somewhere in the early '90s. It was the closest thing to home he had outside of his bar, and he liked to know what was going on, outside of the door.

He wished for one thing. Freedom. Cabin fever had gotten to him. He wasn't used to being cooped up in one place, and it'd been over a year that he'd been stuck in the bar, save for a few hours a week to work in Belladonna's garden.

"Goddamn it," He grumbled into his cup of coffee, "Gotta get outta here. Need a break."

The dead ex-traveling priest is botherable!

smart-house.livejournal.com

SARAH hasn't been in the bar for quite awhile, so when she appears it's a computerized tone of surprise at all the decorations that are still up.

"It was Christmas here? I've missed so much!"

That's not all she missed -- as her steel door swings open just a crack (enough to look inviting), a waitrat approaches her cautiously.

"Can I help you?"

The waitrat shows SARAH's external cameras a green wreath with white and silver intertwined ribbon, and an envelope which the waitrat lays on the ground. Said envelope then flies up in the air and James Potter's voice emanates from the envelope, thanking SARAH again for hosting the party for Will and wishing SARAH a merry Christmas (if houses celebrate Christmas).

Somewhere, SARAH's light panels are flushing red as she asks the waitrat to hang the wreath on the crank wheel on her door.

[ooc: Slow, re: work. But! Am here.]

immortalthief

Amanda is gazing out in the distance of the observation window. The holiday here has come to an end and now she is relaxing with a cup of tea. Not sure what to be thinking about.

She would be most pleased to be bothered.

prob-japanese.livejournal.com

One of the more interesting side effects of the Bar's subspace compression field, so far as Bumblebee is concerned, is the way it shunts most of his mass off to someplace else entirely while he's there. He doesn't weigh a whole lot more than a large, heavyset human despite being made of metal. While this would cramp his style during a fight, if a fight came up, it does have an advantage that only occurred to him the other day back at Autobase, when he was looking up into the catwalks in search of a loose signal wire whose high-pitched buzzing he could hear.

This is why, approximately thirty seconds after the shwormf! of the reversed THX sound rings out today, there is a short yellow 'bot up in the rafters, clinging to one of them like a monkey and doing his best not to snicker with glee.

rt-5478.livejournal.com

"...and we know it's almost Christmas by the marks we make on the wa-a-all, that's our favorite time of year..."

Gerbil. iPod. Singing.

"Merry Christmas, from Chiron Beta Prime, where we're working in a miiiine for our robot overlords--did I say 'overlords'? I meant 'protectors'..."

'Nuff said.

Current Music: Jonathan Coulton - Chiron Beta Prime

mycursedface

[OoM: In sorrow thou shalt bring forth children.

warning: deals with children resulting from rape]

gotham-knocking.livejournal.com

[ooc: Knox and Gotham wonder what's up with Harvey Dent]

Knox, wearing the spiffy new fedora Rachel got him for Christmas, enters the Bar from his apartment. He orders a beer, finds a booth, and begins to read the afternoon papers. He would be quite happy to be diverted from them.

longlonghair

Milliway is all about the family you choose for yourselves. This ‘family’ shares a not-so-traditional Christmas together. (Timed to Christmas Eve.)

his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com

Sarah Jane is surprised to receive gifts from Bar when she enters Milliways today. In the midst of worrying about James and dealing with Valerie's impending arrival, she had forgotten to go shopping for her friends here.

Still, it seems, people didn't forget about her. There's candy from Wes and flowers from Steed and perhaps most surprising of all are the gifts from John Byers.

So, she's currently sitting at a table, playing with the stuffed dog. It's for Valerie, but Sarah Jane is easily amused.

[ooc: mun here on and off all day.]

torch-reporter.livejournal.com

Chloe is more than thrilled today. Not only did she finally get to meet the infamous Ben Gates last night, but Wes Janson actually remembered an Earth holiday.

It's not exactly a blastsword, but a toy lightsaber from another universe totally works. For a moment, Chloe feels a tad guilty about not getting anything for him. Then, she remembers the mechanical pencil in her bag and pulls it out. A note is scribbled on a napkin before she asks Bar to give it to him.

On the note, it says: Tradition?

[ooc: mun here on and off all day.]

badinlatin

[In the infirmary, Mal gets repaired. Timed to after he came back from Londinium.]

awesome_lilly

[OOM: A Goodfellow-Kane Christmas, spent with family and friends and summarized in verse. With apologies to Amy, Merc, Bing and Clement Clarke Moore.]

candied-rabbit.livejournal.com

Momiji Sohma's in the bar today, sprawled out comfortably on a couch by the fire. He was reading a comic - something, as the cover images suggest, about magic and high school and monsters and lots and lots of sparkles - but the warmth and the soft couch have caught up with him and left him lingering somewhere on the border of sleep.

The manga, now, is resting on his nose, hiding his face from the rest of the Bar. His schoolgirl cap has fallen off the couch beside him, and his after school snack for the day, a plate of cookies in a milieu of Christmas images, along with a big glass of milk, sits abandoned on a small table nearby.

Bothering/hat theft/cookie-borrowing welcome.

royalty-dahling.livejournal.com

Christmas is a big holiday for Dahlia, so she didn't even think about slipping off to the Bar when it came by, at home. She's here today, however, sitting at a booth near the door and drinking from a big glass of eggnog.

She's relaxed, for once, not even blinking or staring when the waitrats scamper by. Instead, she's just steadily paging through a newspaper from back home, looking dreadfully bored - but calm and, for once in her life, honestly unstressed.

Which, of course, means she's also decidedly botherable.

moreinheaven.livejournal.com

When the door opens to admit Horatio into the Bar, this time, he manages not to look overly shaken. Admittedly, he hardly expected to stumble upon Milliways again, let alone find it replacing the palace as he heads to talk to Prince Hamlet - but, within its walls once more and knowing that it is hardly a threat, he simply heads to the bar, sitting down and pulling out a small coin purse.

"Hmm." Said coin purse is light as a feather, however, and the student's rummaging within it brings out only two or three coins, none of them worth much in his world. It's enough to buy a meal, at least, he thinks, so he tosses the coins onto the wooden surface, ordering bread and meat and water.

A moment later, the coins disappear, and Horatio slowly but surely digs into his meal.

no-sin-but.livejournal.com

Marlowe has claimed a table. This is fairly easy to see as there are books and papers and pens scattered in an order known only to him. He is also hard at work.

You can tell this because he has his hands linked behind his head and is staring at nothing.

regan-teresa.livejournal.com

Regan's not been here long, and yet already she seems to accept that a bar occasionally appears out of nowhere.

Although, it must be said that not much appears to bother her at all recently. In fact, she's been very quiet, and she's been having a lot of nightmares. She sits away from everyone else in the shadows. Thinking about him. Thinking about Captain Howdy.

will_scarlett

If all goes well, Will's going to be off to Kate's New York so he's trying modern clothes out beforehand.

He's got on a simple long sleeved green shirt and some chinos from Bar, the cross from Kate is resting just underneath his collar, he's not used to having and showing jewelery off.

His morning routine of archery and sword practice went well, so he's eating a big lunch that's a bit more nutritious as he reads some Shakespeare.

runmakitarun.livejournal.com

Makita is down in the bar. She's wearing her coat, her boots, and her hat. Those who know her will recognize the look on her face as the one she generally gets before she heads home for a bit. Those who don't know her may well recognize the fact that she doesn't normally walk around Milliways with forty pounds of guns, grenades, and ammunition.

She pauses at her usual table to go over her weapons one last time.

cheevy.livejournal.com

[OOM: There were only two survivors...]

lissla-lissar.livejournal.com

So there is technically a thread going involving wacky hijinks in London. That's on slowtime, however, so for great breaking of continuity here's a Lissar who isn't going to talk about her adventure with Ace. She's just going to be curled up next to the fire with dogs and a book on living in the desert. She's got tea, as well, and every now and then pushes a nose away from it gently.

girlcalldchuck.livejournal.com

Chuck finds herself in the bar, feeling very much alive and very much excited.

She hadn't actually expected to find Milliways on her way to the cruise ship that would take her on a fantastic adventure, but she doesn't mind the quick pit-stop, nevertheless. Even if her suitcases are with her.

Dressed in a light summery dress, she seats herself at the bar and has a glass of iced water. Her luggage is set beside her.

stuck-mynock.livejournal.com

There's a rather surprised pilot in his late-teens standing near the door.

Jaq (today eighteen, pulled in from some point during the Mandalorian Wars), has been pulled into the bar before, but he still tends to get surprised, at least momentarily.

There's a moment of blinking before he wanders over to a booth and orders a drink.

sizzuhs.livejournal.com

January of 1945. The town had been bombed a few days ago leaving many people dead including the French nurse that Gene had...become rather fond of. When they would meet they spoke soft words in her native tongue together- a chance to get away from the War and the death about them. It was a chance to escape the harsh reality of the line being broken.

The 101st Airborne was far under equiped for any unit to spend as much time out in the cold as they had been. Bastogne had fallen but at what cost? To many were dead. Either by the cold or by the Germans. They had all been surrounded and outnumbered but never once did any of them give up. Never.

Gene tried to huddle deeper into the tanker jacket he wore with its blood, dirt, and charcoal stains. He couldn't feel his fingers or his toes- sure he had a case of frostbite but nothing he could do about it. It was a hazard to being a combat medic that..you didn't care what happened to yourself. Your men were more important. Using his shoulder to open the door to a building that had become the temp aid station he hardly noticed where he was at first.

Not until he glanced up from a pale face hidden partly behind his jacket collar and ice cold helmet that Roe discovered Milliways. Please pardon the half frozen medic from staring wide-eyed about for the moment.

Totally botherable. In fact, please do so!

cant_kim

[OOM: A late night conversation in the streets of London, that Kim would rather not have.]

awesome_lilly

Christmas wasn't bad for Lilly. A little weird, but that was a given considering... everything.

It is, however, over now and she's seated at the bar, ordering a drink and smiling when it pops up along with candy.

She turns to survey the room. Watching people is fun. Talking to people would be more fun.

2020sight

Epimetheus likes to lay low during the holidays. They're flashy, loud, and busy -- and the people he spends most of his time with don't ask for much for Christmas besides an extra rubdown or portion of food, anyway.

So he's at a table, boots up on a table, sipping what appears to be eggnog (one good thing about Christmas) and reading a paper that looks to be a couple months old.

. . . Yes, okay, that's not that different from his usual behavior.

dust-to-order.livejournal.com

Sooraya had come to Milliways from the Institute, a day or two ago, and had run into a friend who needed her to stay for a while, after some nightmarishly bad news. After Nancy and she talked a bit, it was agreed that they'd share room 216 while Nancy stayed at Milliways, and Sooraya had a second key acquired.
The room had enough space to suit two people. The other girl didn't want to go home yet, and Sooraya could understand only too well why.

Tonight, she'd finally gone to Bar, just before sunset and left the items she'd gotten, with the exception of Nancy's. Those she'd wait on for a better time.

She slipped outside afterward. Facing the horizon where the sun descended, sky deepening to blue and black, she prayed, her own heart aching. Loss, and yet, the words challenged the gathering shadows. There was sorrow, but also hope, moments and memories of joy.
Names were audible among the Muslim phrases. Kevin. Jay. Laurie. Brian.
Jamie, too.

A short distance off, a carefully laid fire burned. Her own sort of vigil, at the year's ending.
She stood, and sang, softly, lyrics, she'd learned from Jay Guthrie. Sang of laughter, snow, and winter celebrations, season's turning. She hadn't his skill in music, but then, she wasn't performing for any audience, only out of
her own need to remind herself of the fact that even the bloodiest darkness was tied to light.

Welcome to listen, to join her, or to come talk, known to her or not.

godandthequeen.livejournal.com

War. That was what the fool wanted. That was all he'd wanted, from what she could tell. But what kind of a fool declares war for no reason other than the fun of it? What kind of idiot could do that?

How did the freak chips fit in, and that werewolf?

Heavy questions that need answers as soon as she can get them.

Penwood had proven himself a man at exactly the wrong moment. But she couldn't save him, and would steal the glory of that sacrifice from him.

She tossed her cigarillo as she fled the command center. He might be the only one to get any glory out of this.

She stopped, confused. These weren't the streets of London. There was no war, no screaming, no invasion. . . there wasn't even an outside.

"It's. . .a bar."

Dumbfounded, Integral stepped all the way in, closing the door behind herself. "A bar?"

What the devil?

guppy_sandhu

[oom: Sometimes, Guppy wishes his family life was less complicated. Minor violence and swearing.]

Guppy has a look of grim determination in his eyes as he enters, a little bundle wrapped and held carefully in his arms.

Whispering reassuringly to the bundle, he limps over to the nearest couch and sits down slowly.

"Sorry sweetheart, I tried to wait for mum, but she's been gone for hours." He lowers her gently onto the sofa, revealing a small quantity of dried blood on his shirt. "I need to get cleaned up... when I can move."

He winces and sits back for a moment, forehead creased in a worried frown.

Where the hell is she?

shadowsusannah.livejournal.com

She doesn't know why she thought a turn outside would do her good; she's never liked the cold, even after twenty years. Maybe she just got sick of seeing her blank empty rented room. Now she's parked up close to the fire, with a cup of coffee, letting the heat back in.

Her coat is in a heap on an easy chair beside her.

mendanddefend_archive

When Bob went up to the Bar today, he got a note and a gift from YT.

Clearly, getting a guitar pick for a gift is the multiverse's way of telling Bob that it's time once again to RAWK OUT.

Hence, there is a Guardian with a Flying V. Got any requests?

Current Mood: RAWKING OUT
Current Music: Bryan Adams, "Summer of '69"

killitwithfire

Tonight, Axel is once more not in front of the fire.

He is not, in fact, sitting anywhere, but instead pacing about slowly through the tables, a troubled frown on his face. He pauses every now and then to drum his fingers on a convenient surface, and every now and then, he flexes a hand, the leather gloves making a faint creaking sound.

He pauses once, in front of the window, and his frown deepens for a moment, and there's something in his eyes that suggests fates worse than death.

stuck-mynock.livejournal.com

[OOM: After Atton's powers return rather explosively, he and Sam talk about kilts, presents and hate.]

spooky-shrink.livejournal.com

Malcolm has been meaning to do it for a while now, and what with it being the holiday season, he knows how badly some patrons might be in need.

As he reaches the bottom of the stairs and steps into the bar he heads, not for Bar, but for the bulletin board and posts the following:

Dr. Malcolm Crowe. Doctor of medicine and psychiatrist. Ten years professional experience on Earth (late twentieth century), and over two years here at Milliways.

Flexible hours. Experience with several non-Earth cultures. Available to anyone trying to adjust to the bar for the first time or in need of someone to talk to about an issue of some kind. I am happy to provide in-bar references.

Feel free to approach me directly at any time or leave a note with bar with instructions on how you would prefer I contact you. I can also be found in the infirmary during the following shifts...

Satisfied that he's posted the message where it will be easy to notice, Malcolm nods to himself and then heads over to Bar for his usual Glenmorangie while he waits to see what response he might get.

ryoko-set-free.livejournal.com

There are two Hakubis in the bar tonight, and there doesn't seem to be violence in the offing, so that's good. They're even chatting amicably, which is even odder. There's no chance of overhearing their conversation; some of it is not vocalized. It's probably just as well. Washuu's heading back to the lab tonight, come hell or high water, so it seems they may not see each other again for a while.

Ryoko's drinking sake, no surprise there; Little Washuu is too, but that's just uncommon, not unusual.

They are both botherable.

[ooc: Tag one or t'other or both.]

autocommander.livejournal.com

The door opens, the unusual reverse-THX sound happening, and a bag enters the room. After it comes Optimus Prime, who opens the bag and puts a Santa-ish hat on his head. Then he picks up the bag, heads for a table, and settles down to be eminently botherable.

Those who know him and tag him may get a present.

(( ~~slowtimed from here on it, as mun needs to pass out. Will check things out in the morn.~~ back!))

notboundnow.livejournal.com

Santa Claus stumbles vaguely backwards into Milliways.

Wait, is that Santa?

...no, it's just Prometheus wearing a Santa suit. He seems pretty happy about it. There's no telling how long he's been wearing that thing either.

Must have been a pretty wild night or three.

oh-wowee.livejournal.com

Toki's sprawled on the couch, inasmuch as he ever truly sprawls. He's mostly covered by a blanket and is reading another comic book, with a bowl of candy within reach and a mug of hot chocolate chilling on a nearby table. There's an addition to his hair, a braid with a red, naturally warm bead at the end. He wasn't going to take it out for a very, very long time.

thechaosbringer

Greetings fleshlings. Your pathetic holiday celebrating the birth of a specific holy child is now over and you can spend the remaining 364 days [365 for leap years] going about your usual pathetic business that won't do squat when the time comes to announce that the world is doomed to shit and stuff.

Suffice to say that you all now have Unicron in your presence here in the bar [not outside], which should kill any leftover cheer your holiday might've given you.

Such a shame.

Current Mood: cranky

ostro_goth

Teja is outside today, doing sword-forms with his newly finished Gothic longsword.

He does this with grim determination -- he wants the whole miserable duel over with. The eunuch, his story, and the whole debate about a man making his own honour is painfully familiar to Teja. Too much of his own fate is reflected here.

Thinking of the person he will face across swords, Teja thinks about himself far too much. The past is in the past, irretrievable as a burned letter, and should not turn up again, strangely twisted and put together differently, wearing another's face.

And cast Teja in the role of Cethegus...

[[OOC: Link is to a newly translated bit of Teja's canon that I thought needs to be available, in view of recent developments...]]

explorertruman.livejournal.com

Truman was tapping a pencil loudly on the surface of a table near the Bar. Taptaptaptaptap...

And he had a list he was looking over.

1.) Figure out a way to destroy TV studio dome.

2.) Rescue Evie

3.) Find out how dead patrons can travel out of the bar without fading.

He also still had the stack of newspaper articles from his world, all clipped together. Starting with the freak snowstorm that crippled LA for several days.