milliways_bar | Jan. 12th, 2008

Jan. 12th, 2008

thiefprinceremy.livejournal.com

That guy in the bodice and the yoga pants was back. Cobalt and copper today instead of burgundy and gold.

He was sprawled across one of the chairs near the fire, looking entirely comfortable for a guy wearing a bodice and a pair of yoga pants. He was rolling a coin back and forth across his knuckles, and was quite likely making lists in his head of things that he'd need for a road trip.

G'on and talk to him though, you know you want to.

still-a-cop.livejournal.com

[I'm child and man and child again
The boy never gets older]

sed-en-ta-ry.livejournal.com

Sometime earlier in the night a petite young woman had slipped quietly through the door. She was wearing the usual rather fluffy sort of dress, and aside from her usual reticule that matched her shoes, she also had a foldover leatherbound journal as well as a cobalt blue quill pen.

She smiled, asked the bar for a bottle of ink, in the same color she'd been using, and then went over to one of the smaller tables off by the window, working on writing down sea shanties, with the lyrics on one side of the page, and the corresponding music, what she knew of it, on the other.

Fully botherable.

cheevy.livejournal.com

[OOM: Plans are made and songs are sung, and in the city life rolls on... Handwaved sex, lots of rhyming.]

action_rad

[OOM: Is this a bad time?

Millitimed to between the conversations with Ironhide and Lissar in the morning, and the conversation with Belar in the evening.]

Current Mood: frustrated

un_fallen

Raguel wanders into the bar, apparently by accident. He's looking hesitantly, uncertainly well, like it's not a condition he's quite comfortable with and he isn't sure that he's happy with it. There's also a faint taint of tiredness underneath, but that's hardly unusual.

He blinks for a moment in the lights of the room before his feet carry him on autopilot to the bar for a drink.

[OOC: Only here for an hour or so, but slowtime=love.]

notboundnow.livejournal.com

OOM: Blodwen Rowlands disappeared just before Christmas.

Let her stay gone.

Warning: not pretty.

oh-wowee.livejournal.com

Oh, what do we have here?

Someone who ~~frequently~~ rarely shows up! The door opened to a vast landscape of snow and hills and desolation, and from it, came a brown haired boy with big, blue eyes.

In his native tongue - Norwegian, he whispered in awe "Oh! This place again! I thought it was a dream or death!"

He half-hoped to run into the pink-haired girl that greeted him the last time, and closed the door behind him, dusted the snow out of his hair and ran to the bar, asking for a tall strawberry milkshake. He climbed up onto one of the stools, and while kicking his legs to a steady rhythm, he watched the patrons of the bar over a tall glass of frozen beverage, not even noticing the vitamins Bar slipped into it.

Tiny!Toki Wartooth has returned! And he's botherable. Beware of his even-WORSE English, though.

grumpyseer.livejournal.com

[Out of Milliways: "I had to figure out a way to save Barthis from Snowsong, Snowsong from Gregory, and Gregory from himself..."

Contains spoilers for Dominic Deegan Chapter 19, "Snowsong."]

nullofscience

There's a null in the bar. Again.

For those who had seen it around before, it would appear to be identified as 'Nibbles'. For others, it would simply be a small greenish squiggly thing. For himself, the name of Nibbles had been dropped, in favor of being returned - at least in mind - to that of Welman Matrix, a renowned scientist of Mainframe, still a null. Well, he had to make the best of things, and the bar certainly WAS interesting. He was moving across the bartop, investigating the smooth surface.

Yes, indeed. This was matter and not energy, otherwise, he could actually destabilize it with his null-body. Stopping, he looked around, keenly aware that someone would notice this activity. 'Tis a pity his range of senses had been dulled. Ah well.

lissla-lissar.livejournal.com

When Lissar enters the bar it is with Ash, who is sufficiently pregnant that the white woman doesn't feel comfortable leaving her alone. Lissar claims a table and settles down with an in-depth list of things she's going to have to fix on the Chevy, Ash curls up under it with a heavy sigh.

kittehnpip.livejournal.com

...and Pip is finally starting to get the hang of them. He's skating around the bar with practiced ease, dodging waitrats, ducking under tables, and weaving between patrons.

Mind your toes.

not_a_hologram

Bingo is in a good mood. That's not really anything new; he's almost always in a good mood, and anyway, he's got all the free time in the world, here.

Today his good mood involves snacking on pizza, and building a model fort on the bar out of sugar cubes.

A lot of sugar cubes.

Very botherable.

paragonsoldier.livejournal.com

[OOM: Shepard and Tali return to the Citadel, agree to keep their excursion a secret, and set an important ground rule. Millitimed to yesterday.]

windsintheeast.livejournal.com

OOM : Oh, it's a jolly holiday with Mary.

action-antihero.livejournal.com

There's the familiar sound of gunfire out by the lake again. Jack's out there, shooting rubber bullets at a target and generally freezing his ass off. It's been a while since he did any kind of winter operations training, but Bar has conveniently provided some insulated boots and a pair of knitted shooting mittens so at least he doesn't have to worry about frostbite.

He is looking forward to going back inside and having a hot cup of coffee, though.

guppy_sandhu

Guppy is in a booth near the door, looking over some rather official papers with a worried frown.

His worrying is disturbed by someone slipping casually over to his table, wearing a black hooded jacket and scarf. Guppy looks up and frowns.

"Why are you dressed like that? Have you pissed someone off?"

( They talk quietly (cut for length) )

Guppy watches, shaking his head in despair, until he's sure the man got out safely, then goes back to worrying over his scary legal papers.

Can't believe I used to be that stupid.

godandthequeen.livejournal.com

(OOM: In which Integral finally manages to get somewhere. . .or not)

ushouldcwhatic.livejournal.com

(OOM: Back in Maine, Stillson continues ascending, and Johnny is tempted and threatened. (Contains Quotes and Spoilers for Season 5 episode, "The Hunting Party")

Johnny entered the bar, and debated whether to sit at the bar, or head out back for a walk. Needed to time to think. Instead of either of those two options, his steps took him toward the Observation Window, and he stared at the display outside. The inevitability of ultimate destruction. Even while he tried to stop the one at home, he worried that it too might yet be inevitable as well.

his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com

Unsurprisingly, Sarah Jane is sitting at the fireplace. It's a cozy spot no matter the time of the year, even with spring slowly beginning back home. As long as she and Valerie are home alone, it is as good a spot as ever to spend quality time together.

Right now, her notes are forgotten as she cuddles her child. Quietly, Sarah sings a couple of lullabies. Valerie only yawns.

notthatpotter

So, today is The Day.

What day might that be, you might ask?

Why, it is the day that James does his periodic check to see whether the front door will open and let him back into his world. After talking to his uncle Ron (who had told him just that - to check the door from time to time), he is actually surprised to find that not long after that word of advice, the door does...

In fact...

Open.

It opens. It opens!

James blinks dumbly. Then he closes the door again with a click, and - miraculously - re-opens it. He lets out a breath, one hand reaching into his robes to make sure the half of his arrow is still there. It is.

But he feels like he can't leave just yet. Thus, there is a young boy of twelve sitting cross-legged in front of the door, practically staring up at it. Never mind that he is more at risk of being tripped or trampled over.

[ooc: all threads from now on will occur before the James-Will thread for continuity purposes! but please don't let that discourage you from tagging. thank you!]

un_real_boy

As far as Nirupam is concerned, it has been only a little over a week since he escaped through the supply cupboard door into Milliways. The first few days after that, he didn't dare try the door again for fear of someone else seeing. And when he finally did get up the nerve to check, the door led to a disappointingly normal cupboard. That was almost enough to make him doubt it ever happened.

So when the door from the changing rooms opens into the bustle of the bar after PE, instead of outdoors, Nirupam startles -- but he wastes only a breath checking behind him before ducking in and pulling the door shut behind him with a relieved sigh.

rebel-falcon.livejournal.com

Han has been around. After the cookie dough incident from the other night, however, he's glad to be getting back to the Falcon, even if it does mean he's about to go into a giant moon shaped base (thanks Plourr, for the headsup!) full of Imperials.

He doesn't leave a note for anyone, because well, Han's not that type of guy.

But of course it figures, that when he was climbing up out of the floor to come in...

He looks up at the hatch in the ceiling. "Hell, Bar, how am I supposed t'get out..."

It's called a chair.

"...thanks, sweetheart."

He pats the surface, drags a chair over, hops up into the rafters, then climbs up through the hatch and pulls it shut behind him. He'll be back.

ooc: Just getting him out for some canon, no tags please, but reactions to the guy climbing out through the ceiling after the fact as okay. He'll be back soon. XD

candied-rabbit.livejournal.com

When the door swings open to admit Momiji today, he's wearing a janitor's coat over his usual, pristine day clothes. It's far too big for him, its sleeves hanging off of his arms and its bottom trailing across the floor as the small teen makes his way towards the Bar. As for its present occupant, he's just a tad sweaty, and the coat that he's wearing is dusty and stained here and there.

Momiji, though, doesn't mind any of this. He just flops down on a bar stool and orders a big glass of water, giggling around its rim as he drinks.

...He got to help clean, today!

basic_powers

Outside, there is a young boy playing by the stables.

-thwok- -pokpok-

More specifically whacking a tennis ball at the barn's wall, repeatedly with a long stick, about the length of a baseball bat and about as big around as a medium mag-lite. Tyler figures if he's going to end up learning how to use a Training Lightsaber, he'd best start practicing with something that will move like one.

-thwok- -pokpok-

And since there's a shortage of people with the knowledge of using a lightsaber properly (save for Ray Stantz, but that guy has got enough on his plate), Tyler figures he should at least practice batting things away from himself.

-thwok- -pok- -thwish-

He's missing more than he hits right now, so the little man is entirely botherable.

young_womble

Wellington is nicely full of crackers as he heads out back.

He nips between the flower beds and bushes, looking for litter.

moreinheaven.livejournal.com

There is a melancholy Dane in the Bar, tonight.

He is not to be confused with the Melancholy Dane - that's another one - but the expression on his face as he takes frustrated swigs of the beer in his large mug is clearly one of depression.

The books that he's been working on reading in Bar are off to the side, but they've been completely forgotten, for the moment. He won't necessarily be sober enough to go at them, when he gets done angsting.

In a related note...guess who talked to the real Melancholy Dane about ghosts on the battlements, today?

scurlock

[OOM: Millitimed to the this morning, after the bonfire, the best way to distract yourself and to get rid of a hangover, is simple. Doc and Will spar, because it makes perfect sense to wrestle in the snow in the middle of winter, right? Boys will be boys, and outlaws will always be outlaws.]

dreamer_fray

Harth is bored.

BORED.

He also thinks that wine is totally overrated, because it isn't making the boredom go away, even though he's swigging the ruttin' Cotes du Rhone or whatever from the bottle. It's just sour and tasteless at the same time. Whatever.

He's sprawled full-length on one of the sofas, dirty sneakers making a mess of one of the cushions, with one empty bottle, and a half-full one.

talkstohats

Between adjusting to married life (they still haven't come to a satisfying compromise on the spiders), trying to keep up with the King's new plans for the war (which really by all rights ought to have been over by now) and dealing with the constant flood of sailors, farmers, sisters and other assorted relatives constantly dropping by the castle, Sophie hasn't had much time recently to call her own.

Which is why, when Howl came home in an utterly disgraceful state from Milliways the other day, Sophie decided that an afternoon to herself in which to study magic and have a quiet cup of tea sounded like a remarkably good idea.

Therefore: there's a young redheaded witch in the bar. You can tell she's a witch because she's got a book of spells in front of her, to which she mutters things along the lines of "Ridiculous! You could do that in half the time, I'm sure of it!" every other minute.

seker-pride.livejournal.com

[OOM: Someone has become a bit jaded with his afterlife...]

k_in_black

What with the Grays messing with innocent civilians like Helen Conroy; and K ending up on speed-dial for Agent L's increasingly bizarre lovelife; and Zed making him project manager for the Rollerball arena; not to mention this new Black Oil infestation of a Rimiran colony, well...

...Agent K is a man in serious need of rest and recreation.

He's sorry as hell he missed all the fun with Ace's cookie dough, but hearing about it did give him a great idea. It's just the thing he needs to unwind a little, and it's something he hasn't had a chance to do in ages:

Borrow a Ghostbusters thrower from Peter Venkman and go deep into the Woods to blast the demonic crap out of a few furballs of Leporidian Evil.

Venkman's advice was, "Have fun," and K intends to.

There's a definite spring in the Man-in-Black's step as he heads out the back door and goes straight into the Woods. Problem is, he doesn't get even a hundred paces in before the bunnies know he's there.

Dozens of them close in, cutting off every escape, their dire breaths alight with searing flame. Within seconds, K is hopelessly surrounded.

Now isn't that just the cutest thing?

Zap. BLAM! Zap. BLAM! Zaaaaaaap. BLAMBLAMBLAM!

Ahhhh. K's feeling better already.

binaried.livejournal.com

There is a Merlin in the bar tonight, his frame stretched across one of the sofas in front of the fireplace. He's currently staring out towards the Observation window, and occasionally jotting things down in a notebook.

Botherable, if a bit distracted.

burnedbell.livejournal.com

There's a doll sitting on the bar. An old doll with a painted on face and hair wearing a little red dress in the style of the 1800s. It's an odd little doll that some how remained proped upright without any help. Oddly enough the little doll seems to be inviting a patron to pick it up- give it a little hug or find her owner.

Even the painted on eyes seem to watch people as they pass. But that's not possible..is it?

Maybe someone should stop and investigate.

doublingdown.livejournal.com

"Look, look, Brian, I'll get it to you... no, I know, it was due this morning, but... Look, I think I have a new angle, I'll get it to you..."

Dan Vasser has been having a really bad week. Before this week, he's had a fantastic life.

Well, actually...

He's had a good life, on the whole. Sure, there's been bad parts, parts he isn't proud of, but at the end balance, it's been a good life.

And then this week happened.

So perhaps he can be forgiven for staring around at his new surroundings with something akin to horror as his cell phone cuts out.

This? Not good. At least he got a warning the last couple times.

landlesslord

[OOM: In which, Guy does some thinking and receives a summons from the Sheriff, who, after his morning dose of toying with the Master of Arms, has some interesting news.

Some news which prompts a visit to Knighton and Marian's deducing of what has Guy so excited.]

Nottingham has more than once opened a random door where doors likely wouldn't be, so it shouldn't come as a surprise when they turns around to the still open bedroom door and suddenly sees the bar on the other side. But it is; to both Marian and Guy of Gisborne.

Perhaps, that's the shock.

Which on Marian's part would come from just being told the worst news.

Or on Guy's which is having to share his very soon bride-to-be with anyone else.

"Yes, the King is returning. " Guy said, frowning, holding out a hand to lead her into Milliways. "I have taken the liberty of speaking with the priest at Locksley...perhaps we should discuss the arrangements over tea?"

OOC: Two muns, two pups, have at them!

http://users.livejournal.com/_our_king_/

There was that old noticeboard, ever-changing, notices being put up and taken down. As Ron looked at it, he saw an old notice, half-torn, an order form for the twins' joke shop, and his heart panged in his chest a little, at the thought of the other twins, that'd had his back in the bar so many times without him even realizing they weren't quite his brothers, due to that fiddly timeline thing. But it didn't matter.

"Reparo." A flick of his wand and the notice was repaired. Then he cast a permanent sticking charm to keep it there. Knowing this place it might fall down eventually anyway or someone could certainly overpower the sticking charm, considering how powerful some of the people who frequented the bar were, but he wanted to go out at least thinking it might stay. For a time.

A little bit of them needed to live on in this place. Hopefully someone was still filling the orders, like he and George had done in their world without Fred. Hopefully.

As he thought about it, he figured he ought to leave a little something of himself behind too. He'd emptied his pockets of Galleons, giving a fair handful to the bar for the Bound Children fund, and gave the rest to Rose. (Who he was going to worry about, but it was their turn now, wasn't it? Their turn for flying out over the lake without brooms, and learning how to do fun and dangerous things like throwing knives. It was like letting them go away to school. You'd be there for them when they got back. And let's face it, Ron was not really the best example of responsible parenthood).

There was one more thing he wanted to do.

He fished the chocolate frog card out of his pocket and stuck it on the notice board, picture down. The picture wasn't the important part. The back of it was. It read:

RONALD WEASLEY
CURRENTLY THE DIRECTOR OF AUROR TRAINING, IN THE DEPARTMENT OF MAGICAL LAW ENFORCEMENT

A wizard of humble beginnings, Ronald Weasley was the sixth son of Arthur Weasley, longtime Ministry of Magic Official. Best known for his assistance of Wizarding World hero Harry Potter in his quest to destroy the horcruxes that contained the soul of the Dark Lord Voldemort leading to the Dark Lord's defeat in 1998, Weasley is also well known for his revamping of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement's Training Office and his revisions of the Auror Training Programs, incorporating muggle means of wandless self-defense into training, a somewhat unconventional move that has nevertheless helped many disarmed Aurors survive fights with Dark Wizards since. He enjoys spending time with his family, knife-throwing, fine joke products, and is (perhaps unwisely) a lifelong fan of the Chudley Cannons.

Maybe it was a bit arrogant, sticking that up there, but mainly he was trying to leave a message, even if it was one that would eventually get torn down with all the other notices.

The message was: I was here.

Anyone who knew him from the bar, that he hadn't been able to say goodbye to, would see that and see what he'd become, and hopefully would know their part in it, and how grateful he was that they'd helped him along to this point, that they'd helped him become the man he was.

After looking around one last time, at the bar, all the strange people going about their business, the universe dying outside in flashes of brilliant light (like the twins' fireworks, at their best) he went and opened the door to go. It opened easily--a little too easily--and somehow he knew that was a sign the bar wanted him gone, living out his life.

Grinning an easy, crooked grin, one that hadn't changed since he first showed up in the place, he clicked his tongue once, thoughtfully.

"Puppets, socks, purple spandex, and tutus aside...Milliways?" he said quietly. "It's been bloody brilliant."

slasherofprices.livejournal.com

Simon Skinner enters not from the countryside winter of Sandford, but from--the city? Yes. The city. Chicago to be exact, and he looks like he's walking on cloud nine (because he is). He claims a table and orders a cup of hot cocoa, then cracks open a book of poetry. Mmm, Borges.

Oh, yes, and there's that tall and damn near chap over there by the fire, reading a book on ornithology--James Something or the Other, drinking a whisky and smoking a cigarette. He's a boring man who leaves a boring life and is best ignored like all other boring things.

Tagless pup: Control

gone_byebye

Ray's been working up in his room today, a lot, which is why he hasn't been seen. One can only do that for so long before getting screwdrivered out, so he's come down into the main bar for dinner. He's almost done with his project for Tyler. A few more hours- but only if there's blood sugar to back them up.

He's got a cheeseburger almost as big as his dinner plate, and fries, and a glass of something garishly bright blue. Like, Windex-color blue.

stuck-mynock.livejournal.com

Sleepy Atton is sleepy.

He's sprawled out somewhat haphazardly on the sofa, bare feet dangling off the end, with his coat on the floor. Possibly it was being used as a blanket once, but was at some point flung off. Atton isn't a very restful sleeper - There's muttering, and slightly distressed noises, and squirming about.

Botherable. He'll probably be pleased if he's woken up. Less so if he's sat on.

[OOC: Okay, off for sleep, will pick up tags in the morning.]

young_womble

Some time after his counterpart heads for home, the door opens slightly and something small and fluffy falls in.

Little bespectacled eyes widen in absolute horror, as he scrambles to reach the doorknob and get back out. But being the size of a kitten, no such luck.

"Oh no! I'm lost!" he squeaks, clutching the little green book in his hand, and then dashing for cover under the nearest sofa.

lady-of-athens.livejournal.com

The door seems to open by itself, and a strong wind blows through the bar.

As a sandaled foot touches down, the door closes. The woman now standing before the door is helmeted, a spray of hair rising from the metal, black locks visible underneath. Her posture is straight, and layers of white cloth billow around her. Her right arm is curled around a long spear, and her left holds up an impressive shield, upon which is the head of a Gorgon that Milliways patrons ought to find familiar.

Her expression is impassive, gray eyes betraying nothing of her inner thoughts.

Milliways?

Welcome Athena.

[ ooc; Time for bed - will pick up tags tomorrow. ]

not-toothfairy.livejournal.com

Having received a missive from his commander, Ironhide is a little more thoughtful than usual when he walks into the Bar today. He's known there were transforming humans, of course, he filed notes about Rabastan and such,b ut he hadn't twigged to any of the others just yet.

He's currently getting a Preta Dark beer from the Bar, but could probably be disturbed without setting anyone on fire.