milliways_bar | Feb. 7th, 2008

Feb. 7th, 2008

Teyla's dreams, for once, have been free of nightmares, but she has heard a great many rumors that trouble her.

But not so much that she's given up her morning ritual of stout tea.

So she's sitting, cross-legged, on the floor by a fireplace, mug of tea and bowl of fruit in front of her, greeting the morning.

Completely botherable.

[ooc: Open most of the day, though I may be slow depending on how work goes.]

[ooc2: I'm off to class. I'll tag when I get back.]

gone_byebye

[OOM: In Washington, President Winston sorts through the aftermath of the Magnetic Polar Incident and comes to a conclusion.]

Ray isn't actually covered in slime as he trundles into the Bar today. He just looks like he feels that way. As he approaches the Bar he says, "Bar? Can I have today's paper and a lot of orange juice, please? And a bunch of tissues?"

The Daily News he's given has a headline about Davenport pulling ahead of Romney in the polls, but he doesn't much seem to notice.

"Thank you, Bar," he says politely, and heads over to park himself squarely in front of the fire.

livewithrats.livejournal.com

[ooc: Mun is here on and off all day~]

Krycek is lounging on a chair near the fire today, dressed in his usual black, and... oh, what's this?

He's also sporting a black eye!

... well, it's more purpley-red than anything. He doesn't seem to mind it (or the other already-fading bruises), though.

There's also a sleeping half-Kneazle curled up atop the back of the chair, who has no idea that his owner is about to start cackling like a madman.

There is now a very frightened cat darting across the bar, and Krycek seems to be in danger of falling out of his chair.

He may be clinically insane.

He also may be drunk.

We can't be sure which of these he really is.

Alas.

e_delmar

[OOM: I don't know why you say goodbye, I say hello.]

shufti

Shufti waited a few days for responses to Alanna's Note before putting her list of people to interview together.

( List of people to interview )

Some of them she knows, others she persuaded Bar to give her a description of. She'll seek out the ones she can find, and leave notes for anyone else later.

callitavesper.livejournal.com

[ Solitude and silence. ]

notthatpotter

[OOM: And so it goes.]

slasherofprices.livejournal.com

[ OOM: An art student makes observant observations about Simon Skinner. ]

kinshou-kitsune.livejournal.com

After a couple of days in the infirmary, the kitsune kami had managed to convince herself she was sturdy enough on her feet to venture back into the commons. She felt slightly better if not still weak and shaken by the events she had gone through..but deep down she had convinced herself why it had happened.

Shifting slightly in one of the large chairs by the fire she winced slightly as her left arm bumped against its side. Still in a sling, Inari wasn't sure how long she was going to have to wear it even if she trusted the judgement of the medical staff here. Even the bandage about her neck she barely managed to hide with her hair she wore down today.

It just wasn't a day to get to overly fancy.

Anyone want to come say hi? Funny stories highly encouraged.

wheelsy_sheriff

Bill walks up to Bar tonight intent on ordering up some dinner. When he gets to the counter a napkin with a note appears.

Mal, could you take tonight's
tending shift?
Thanks.

The writing looks sleepy, if it's possible for handwriting to look sleepy, which might explain things. Bill blinks and smiles, "Oh no, I ain't...Bar? Bar?"

A second napkin appears and Bill sighs when he reads it.

ZZZzzzzz...

"Great." Tucking the napkins away into his shirt pocket Bill looks around, leans over and looks back behind the counter and finally heads onto the other side. May as well go ahead with it.

He takes up the specials board and considers a moment then writes.

I'm Bill Pardy
Specials:

1/2 off anything that's simple

With that done he dusts the chalk off his hands and starts poking around behind the bar waiting for customers.

[tiny tags: Hedwig Robinson, Kate Warner, Matt Addison]

[ooc: And that's gonna do it for me. Thanks so much for the Bill!love and tagging, slowtime is love if you want it.]

paragonsoldier.livejournal.com

[OOM: Drowning in shallow water.]

Shepard stumbles down the stairs into the bar, wrapped in the bedsheet she somehow had the presence of mind to grab before leaving her room so she could cover herself with more than a camisole and boxers. The knuckles of her right hand are split and bleeding, and there are red marks around her neck. Blood mats the dark hair on the back of her head. Her eyes are glassy, her balance precarious.

It finally fails her when she reaches the bottom of the stairs and falls to the floor, catching herself on arms and knees and struggling for breath. She feels like she can't get nearly enough air in her lungs.

[OOC: ~~Warning for slowtime soon. It took longer to write this than I thought it would!~~ This is millitimed to later tonight.]

[Tinytag: Commander Shepard, Thy Kingdom Come]

nothawkingbird.livejournal.com

Kate set up her sign at a table. Patrons: If you've been injured from recent nightmares, please stop by to pass along any helpful information you might have. We're going to find a way to stop this. Also, if you need a safe place to sleep, there is now cots set up in the gym down the Staff Hallways from the Infirmary and the Security office. And if anybody wants to volunteer for monitor duty, feel free.

[tiny tags: Asher, Merlin of Chaos, Thy Kingdom Come]

missginnytonic.livejournal.com

There have been a lot of people having nightmares and getting hurt in their sleep. Ginny’s nightmare is about to happen when she’s wide awake. But she doesn’t realize this yet.

Walking to the bar she asks the bar about the stories Draco was talking about. Sitting on a stool she looks surprised when a laptop shows up, opened to a site. Clicking on one of the links she starts to read. Reading on this thing is weird, she's never done anything like it. Anyone who would think she's done any of the things she's reading on the site doesn't know her. This seems like a really bad biography, worthy of the Quibbler or some tabloid. Reading on along she chokes and starts coughing.

“Bloody Hell, I never I would never shag that person. Ron! Bloody Effin Hell!”

Quickly orders a bottle of firewhiskey and starts to drink out of the bottle.

calledironeyes.livejournal.com

As Marsh did not leave after entering yesterday he is slightly less grimy today than he was then. He has a glass of water, it started ice-water but his habit of watching it caused the ice to melt, and a book gathered from the library.

It is because of this last that his hands have been meticulously cleaned; he would not damage the book if possible.

Not-a-tag: Marsh

art-and-brian.livejournal.com

Justin enters the bar, once more with the sound of loud dance music coming from the doorway. Also lots of men whooping and cheering...possibly this is why there is a huge grin plastered all over Justin's face.

Also might have something to do with the fact he dressed only in jeans, a waistcoat and a cowboy hat. No, its not to do with Mardi Gras. Just another night out on Liberty Avenue and Justin is the newly crowned King of Babylon!

He'd probably appreciate someone buying him a celebratory drink.

singintheoven.livejournal.com

It always comes back to money.

Hedwig has been careful with what she had when she arrived, and rent is much cheaper here than in New York, but even so, it is getting to the point where she knows she'll either need a job or another sugar daddy. And she's not as young as she used to be, though at least she's not getting older.

Either way, she has gotten herself dressed up in her glitter-Dietrich best and has taken up residence in a corner booth nearish the bar, with appropriately dimmed lighting; and there is a sign on her table that says "Fortunes told. Price: one drink."

Is she qualified? No, but it's never stopped her before.

(tiny tag: Hedwig)

angela-edmunds.livejournal.com

It's been a while.

Angela has been busy, and for some reason the door hasn't opened as much as perhaps it might have a month or two ago. But she's heading into her junior year of high school in September and trying to figure out what schools she might want to try for.

It's stressful, but necessary. Modeling was fun for a while but now it's become boring, and surfing competitions are getting too intense for her and it's starting to not be fun anymore. She knows what she wants to do; she wants to teach English and maybe English as a Second Language. She wants to write books.

Now it's just a matter of picking a school. And passing entry exams and making sure her grades are up. Piece of cake.

When the door decides to bring her in on her way out of the library, her arms laden with books, she's only too happy to be here. She dumps her books on the table of a booth, and slides inside, putting her head down.

Her brain doesn't want to work anymore.

kittenscrap.livejournal.com

Look! A small black kitten is back in the bar! She disappeared for a while without any notice, but now she is back and looking for people to POUNCE!

Shoelaces in particular are vulnerable.

290-harris.livejournal.com

Jack Harris stands at the back of the room, looking at the empty flight board.

"I'm gonna take a minute," he says, ignoring the concerned look that Julie gives him. He flashes a small smile, in an attempt to convince them he's okay. "Just want to clear my head. It's been a long night."

One moment he's pushing through the doors of the control room out into what was supposed to be the hallway, the next he's in a bar.

Jack just stands there for a moment, not really sure what's going on. His head has been in so many places over the last 24 hours, between the storm and the bad memories and the airplane that almost crashed. Being an air traffic controller is a stressful job; that's why he picked up smoking, and then fell into the bottom of the bottle. Sometimes, you lose your mind. Sometimes, strange things happen.

But he's pretty sure he'd notice if he was walking into a bar. Especially since he's been sober for the better part of a year or so. Recovering alcoholics don't normally hang out in bars.

"The hell...?"

After a moment, he goes to find himself a place to sit down. Wherever he is, he needs a break from everything that's happened. He doesn't know if he's going to go back to controlling. He doesn't know who he is. There's that old urge in his veins, to jack in (no pun intended) and take control of his life again...it's dangerous.

But on the other hand, does he really want to go back to developing software again?

Maybe this is what he needs. A break from reality.

[This is Jack Harris from the 1998 movie Ground Control. He's a former air traffic controller, divorced with two kids, who comes out of retirement to help with a disaster in Phoenix. He enters the Bar directly after the end of the movie. He's confused, but is generally pretty amiable, if with a lot on his mind.]

Current Mood: tired

moreinheaven.livejournal.com

Horatio is in the Bar tonight, just looking around and jotting a few notes on a big piece of paper that Ms. Bar has provided him with.

More of note, though, is the sword at his hip - his left hand is resting nervously on its hilt, even though there's nothing around the Bar to threaten him or make him want to use it.

It's just been a very...excitable time, back home, recently. Even he's guilty of just wanting to vent by hurting something, every once in a while.

Those antique Romans weren't the most peaceful folks, after all.

guppy_sandhu

[oom: It would be hard not to notice]

Guppy has set up a bit more equipment near the infirmary today, and a big sign.

FIRST AID
Free lessons!

Chocolate prize to anyone who learns enough first aid to pass my quiz!

aerora.livejournal.com

Tonight, Sora is sitting by the fireplace in a comfy seat. He hasn't been here in a while; it's kind of nice to just sit back and relax for a bit.

He closes his eyes for a moment, appearing to look as though he might be dozing.

He actually isn't, though. Not really.

Maybe he's simply waiting.

stuck-mynock.livejournal.com

[OOM: A dream of death and monsters.]

Atton stumbles downstairs, rubbing his shoulder a little. The kolto pad itches and stings in a distinctly unpleasant fashion, after all.

He goes straight for the Bar to get cigarettes and alcohol. He has a feeling he's going to need them.

[Tinytext tag: Thy Kingdom Come.]

young_womble

Wellington takes tasks seriously when he's asked to do them.

So, still looking a bit patchy on the fur side but without the bandages, Wellington has positioned himself on a sofa with a sign.

FREE HUGS

He looks slightly nervous to say the least, but Will said it helps people.

stilljustandrew

*Andrew's by the bar, writing a couple of notes.*

*After this he's probably going to head home, with at least one other person in tow. There's a lot to do and precious little time to do it in, and stretching it by using the bar will only work for so long.*