milliways_bar | Jan. 28th, 2008

Jan. 28th, 2008

diamond-badgirl.livejournal.com

[OOM: Lucy needed help for some touchy negotiations with an old flame. Thankfully, Tanya Adams was up for the job. A couple of days of planning (or whatever,) and the mission was a go. Threats were made, the deal was sealed, but a third party seemed to want the whole group dead. Quick thinking and sharp shooting were just what was needed to keep them alive. When things quiet down a bit, there is a tired but happy couple.

warnings for intense cuddling, explosions, and more of the girls getting friendly. Not all at the same time, though.]

The door opens on what appears to be a janitor's closet, if you ignore the small rack of handguns on the wall behind the mops. Two women come into the bar, possibly a bit mussed. Lucy Diamond has a goofy kind of smile on her face, and Tanya Adams is blushing and grinning. The fact that they are holding hands is probably significant.

They find an empty booth where they can sit next to each other and chat.

[tinytag: Tanya Adams]
[ooc: Two muns, two pups.]

stubborn-annie.livejournal.com

It won't be long before Harry and Spoon have to go and get some serious business done in America, so Annie has been doing what she does best: make the Atkins people cry. She sets out two trays of what are either miniature pecan pies or Quebecois-style sugar pies on her table before putting up a sign:

The products presented here are samples made by a professional baker who is currently attempting to tweak her recipe. No magic was involved in their creation or ingredients. Anyone who attempts to alter them in any way will suffer greatly for it, either at the baker's hand or that of her husband and son, depending on who catches them first.

There's also a smaller note giving the nutritional and caloric information for the recipe, but nobody pays attention to that at Milliways.

Oh, and Annie's staying at her table, thank you very much. Anyone who implies otherwise is in for trouble.

forgottenfeline

Kyo hands bar a note for Inari.

And orders lunch.

Mmmm, miso soup.

abar-starclog.livejournal.com

Carl's at a table, alternately poking around at his laptop and people-watching. He's got something to figure out for a job back home, but the information's playing hard-to-get.
...To be fair, that's a mark in the place's favor, but still.
Anyway, he thought the change in scenery might help a bit. Considering the scenery in question, that may or may not work out, but he figures it never hurts to try.

[tinytag: Mother]

eiattu_pride

Somewhere in all of time and space, there's a bar.

And in this bar, there's a fireplace.

And by this fireplace, there's a blanket spread out picnic-style.

And on this blanket, wrapped around each other, there's a family. There's a mom (one Isplourrdacartha Estillo AKA Plourr Ilo, watching the other two bemusedly, hair down and loose), a dad (one Rial Pernon, reading carefully from a book that Bar was kind enough to translate), and a baby (lying on her back and blinking up at her parents with a sort of wide-eyed interest, thoughtfully gumming a toy shaped like a purple bantha).

Rial clears his throat. "Elizabeth walked right over the dragon and opened the door to the cave. There was Prince Ronald. He looked at her and said 'Elizabeth, you are a mess! You smell like ashes, your hair is all tangled, and you are wearing a dirty old paper bag. Come back when you are dressed like a real princess.'" He stops to take a breath, sling an arm around Plourr's shoulders and squeeze her lightly; she rolls her eyes tolerantly, but her eyes are on the book.

Ianna makes a warning noise, demanding the end of her story, and Rial hastily flips the page. "'Ronald,' said Elizabeth, 'your clothes are really pretty and your hair is very neat. You look like a real prince, but you are a bum.'

"They didn't get married after all."

Ianna coos around a mouthful of bantha. Plourr grins, broad and appreciative, and squeezes Rial's knee.

[~~ooc: two muns, two pups and a baby cheerfully open for tagging at any time!~~ and gone, ladies and gents, but we will return!]

cashmere_blazer

When you're smilin', when you're smilin',
The whole world smiles with you...
When you're laughin', when you're laughin',
The sun comes shinin' through...

When Jack Vincennes steps through the door, the jaunty airs of Dean Martin seem to drift in his wake like cologne, clinging to his clothes with smoky-cool fingertips.

...Milliways. He lowers his shades, eyes surveying the room over the rims.

He hasn't been here in a while. Met some interesting folks the last time, though. They're probably only going to get more interesting the more he hangs around.

But now, lunch. Pulling off his sunglasses and tucking them into his breast pocket, he strolls up to the Bar. Female, right? Yeah, figures.

"Hey, sweetheart, lemme get a ham and Swiss on rye, easy on the mayo, and a cup of coffee, black." He smiles, all charm. "Please?"

No, that didn't feel odd at all.

His meal appears on the countertop, made-to-order. Then after a second or two, an ashtray.

Jack gives the Bar an appreciative pat and extinguishes his cigarette. "Thanks, doll." He settles in to eat.

Lunchtime conversation welcome.

[ooc: Impending slowtimes because of work, but I'll be picking up any tags throughout the day.]

tiny tags: Jack Vincennes

evil_koala_626

(OOC: Millitimed like crazy to shortly after the events that transpired on a chilly autumn morning)

We can't go on together with suspicious minds

A temporary truce is (eventually) called. Sort of.

gone_byebye

Nunavut is on the other side of Ray's door right now. He'll be gathering his volunteers soon- probably very soon- to go and deal with terrible things in the frozen wilderness at the top of the world. For the moment, though, he's here and it's warm and he isn't surrounded by Canadians who have been forced to talk to Venkman. All in all, net plus for this side of the door.

He's going over the circuitry of his lightsaber and several of his proton pack's attachments in the meantime, since, hey, available table and nice controlled environment with no Venkman in it. Probably.

works-in-space.livejournal.com

Jim seems almost relaxed today. Maybe it's because his ship in spacedock at last. Though once the hundreds of technicians start roaming about, odds are he will get tense again and then leave for anyplace else.

In the meantime, come say hello.

lovesoldthings.livejournal.com

Sally is back downstairs today, after working on several sets of photos that she's taken over the past few days. After depositing a number of Harrison Ford dvds (including two of the Indiana Jones movies) back into Bar with thanks, she's ordered a bowl of clam chowder and tea, taking both over to a table near the hearth area.

The blonde is also armed with a calculator and a notepad, working on how much of her tab she'd paid off and how much she still owes.

Botherable.

[ooc: expect slows, mun watching politics]

not_a_hologram

It turns out that Al has a lot more time on his hands now that he doesn't have Tina on them. Not that he's complaining, mind you--her voice could take the paint off a battleship from half a mile away. He is very happy to be done with her again.

While it lasts, anyway.

In the meantime, he is settled in at a table near the bar, enjoying a cigar and some coffee. His only plans for the evening involve the sign placed before him on the table, that reads simply: Advice

Go on, ask him anything. He's probably got an answer. Either way, it's free.

grumpyseer.livejournal.com

[Out of Milliways: Flashback: One Year Ago.

Dialogue lifted from Dominic Deegan Chapter 15, "The War in Hell."]

magick-willow.livejournal.com

Willow is sprawled in a booth, making yet another attempt on wedding vows.

gorgonfondness

[OOM: The scratch of the quill and the chime of the clock.]

This was not the dining hall.

This was not the dining hall at all.

After all the trouble she went through to make sure everyone would be on time, she's going to be the one late for supper. And why?

Because the door just had to get her lost in a....

Her eyes widen as she realizes that this is completely beyond her entire life experience, beyond even her bedtime stories.

Which is why there's a little girl dashing underneath the table of a nearby booth, looking very bewildered and on the brink of tears.

And she thought nothing scary would happen to her until the big party everyone has been planning for her sixth birthday.

Milliways, meet Mia Ausa.

collects_ears

Bartender - walking wounded. But still standing.

Go on. Ask him about it.

"Tonight's drinks are: Hurts You Right Here!, The Hurtado, Pain Killer and Pain, Pain, Go Away."

Limping slightly but still smilin;.

"What'll it be?"

slasherofprices.livejournal.com

[ OOM: January 20, 2005. Or: Simon Skinner's thoughts on politics. ]

guppy_sandhu

It's been difficult juggling work with impromptu babysitting, but after bribing the receptionist at work with chocolate to watch Anita for a few hours Guppy thinks he got away with it.

But it feels a bit mean to pass her off too much, and he wants to spend some time with her as she'll probably be going home again in a few days.

And this is the reason why said baby is now wearing new pyjamas and a hat with bunny ears. The fact that she'll grow out of it in no time is irrelevant.

They're both botherable.

magick-willow.livejournal.com

There's a sign pinned to the board, neatly printed in fairly girly handwriting.

We're Getting Married!!
Tara Maclay and Willow Rosenberg are getting married on February 11th and we need your help.
Seeking musicians, deities with connections to romantic honeymoon locations, and tailors/seamstresses to help us get ready for our big day. Please contact Willow Rosenberg, Room 69.

Also if Rupert Giles, Dawn and Buffy Summers, Xander Harris, Anya Jenkins (formerly the demon Anyanka), Faith Lehane, Joyce Summers, Spike (aka William the Bloody), Angel (but not Angelus please), Cordelia Chase, Andrew Wells, Wesley Wyndham-Pryce, Jenny Calendar, or anyone from Sunnydale, CA (who isn't evil) are around, please contact Willow ASAP.

Thank you.

Willow R.

P.S. Goldilocks, we need to go dress shopping soon! - WR

simon_doctor

Out of Milliways:

Shore leave on Praxed. After a morning's business, an afternoon's leisure.

notboundnow.livejournal.com

"--I came on home, by interstate. My baby crave -- two kindsa taste!"

What's that caterwauling by himself?

"You got the flavor! You got the flavor!"

Sigh.

Some gods should not be allowed to get their jollies in public sometimes.

candied-rabbit.livejournal.com

There's a blonde teen walking through the door, this evening. Or, more to the point, dancing through it.

Momiji has a pair of headphones firmly on his ears, tonight, and a pink mp3 player nestled in one hand, and he's quite busy moving to the rhythm of the music he has on. Anyone standing nearby can probably just make out the sounds of something vaguely pop-ish, upbeat, and in Japanese as he sways and swishes about, occasionally lipsyncing or singing along with a few of the catchier lyrics - fortunately, more under his breath than aloud.

In any case, it's anybody's guess whether he's realized where he is just yet.

Botherable, boogying bunny-boy in the Bar.

adamantiumloner

It looks like a typical night for Logan. He's got a bottle of whiskey (no need to bother with a shot glass), a cigar and a corner table to himself.

He seems pretty kicked back, with his feet up and an arm behind his head, but he's actually on the hunt. People and scents are being taken in and marked as he watches the bar crowd with a waiting predator's eye.

He's been waiting awhile since his mission first came about and feels like tonight is gonna be the night.

[OOC: Plotlocked. Sorry.]

simon_doctor

It's been a pretty good day, all things considered.

Simon Tam is sitting at a table, with a mixed-greens salad and a salmon filet, going over a list on his portable datareader.

kinshou-kitsune.livejournal.com

The night before Inari had been plotting slightly with Bar. She wanted to try something new and different from modern Japan and Bar provided her with enough catalogs/fashion mags/pictures that she thought would help.

What comes walking down the steps this evening is a result of a little research.

Rainbow haired with bright little symbols painted about her eyes, the kitsune kami almost seems to skip as she moves towards bar only stoping once to readjust the goggles on her forehead. Tonight was going to be rather interesting.

Comments or fashion tips are always welcomed.