milliways_bar | Feb. 10th, 2008

Feb. 10th, 2008

[Out of Milliways: "Reciprocity."]

The front door slides open, and in steps Simon Tam. He takes a seat near the fireplace, and sits staring into the flames for some time.

He should be looking for Andrew, he tells himself.

He will, he answers. Soon.

[Not plotlocked, but very likely to go into slowtime very soon. Fair warning.]

spooky-shrink.livejournal.com

Malcolm would probably be in a better mood if the past week hadn't brought him face-to-face with the bloody aftermaths of the recent outbreak of nightmares.

But he's not in a bad mood, as such. For now, at least, the night is quiet, and Malcolm treats himself to the first scotch he's had in days.

Now he gets to see how long the quiet lasts.

hero_farmboy

[Not Quite OOM: In which there is a snowball fight, a hike, a piggy back ride and a game of tag. Or, Clark and Eirene spend an afternoon goofing off and flirting.]

Tiny Tag: Eirene

ostro_goth

Painstakingly, Teja writes out two notes with identical contents and addresses them to Kate and to Byers.

( Notes to Kate and Byers )

sixlittleseeds.livejournal.com

The door has, well.

It's not there. Persephone could sulk and glare and go 'why me?', but that has never been her style and, besides.

There is outside.

Which would be why the godddess who is sometimes known as Dread Proserpina and the Iron Queen is hanging upside down by her knees in a tree, letting her fingers brush the snow. She does look terribly silly, but Persephone is occasionally (often) like that.

[tiny!tag: kore-persephone, apollo]

is-listening.livejournal.com

After that little fiasco with his brother and that strange, possibly insane man named Krycek, Frasier RAN FOR HIS LIFE.

He hasn't seen Niles since. He isn't quite sure he wants to, out of fear that he may get beaten up by his own flesh and blood again.

He also doesn't ever ever ever want to go to Milliways EVER AGAIN, but things don't always work out the way you want them to, now do they?*

Rather than appear in lieu of his studio this time, Milliways has camouflaged itself as Frasier's apartment.

"Dad, you won't believe --"

-- WHAT A TRAGIC COMEDY MY LIFE HAS BECOME.

"NO!" he shouts dramatically, spinning around to go back out the door he came in from, but --

"... where did the door go?" Frasier asks, sounding very distraught. "Oh..."

He turns and leans against the wall where his door should be and slowly slides down it, eventually landing in a sitting position on the floor.

D:

*This is especially true for Frasier.

Tinytag: Frasier Crane

calledironeyes.livejournal.com

Marsh, still coated in ash except for his hands, is seated at a table with a small meal, a glass of water, and a book. The book has no title on it, being a leather-bound journal-style book in dark brown.

pasturesgreener.livejournal.com

The next person to step through the door is female, seventeen and frankly bewildered.

...Virginia was only stepping out a few blocks to buy a pint of milk for her parents! ~~Ooh, what cruel tyrants they are, putting her to such strenuous work.~~ Wherefore has the corner shop transformed into an enormous bar?

A quick peek back out of the door confirms that yes, the street outside is still its normal eighties-Manhattan self.

Bizarrely, when she looks back into the bar, it's... still a bar.

WHAT THE HELL, WORLD?

Open-mouthed staring will cover for her until she can figure out a more impressive reaction to this madness.

blue-star-badge.livejournal.com

When Adric emerged from the kitchen that afternoon, the Door was there.

Granted, it was always there, he just didn't usually pay attention to it, being dead and all there wasn't anything on the other side of it for him. But tonight it was there and he knew, don't ask how, just one of those things, that if he went to open it, it would lead home, the Quiet, Alzarius, maybe even Terra, but no matter where it was, it would be home.

Which was why he was staying away from it for now. He'd go, eventually, he'd have to, but he had goodbyes to say first, and things to take care of.

lissla-lissar.livejournal.com

Lissar, who is equal parts dozing and reading, is curled up on the couch near the fireplace again. She's got hot tea, which is a plus, and a collection of fleethounds who are arranged in a mess of tangled legs, heads, and tails on the couch and floor around her.

shinigami-rem.livejournal.com

Rem stood at the bar writing in on a piece of paper. It is addressed to Kate Bishop.

( Note for Kate Bishop )

The Shinigami folded the note up and asked bar to give it to the appropriate person. And walked away with some tea and a few apples.

becomingphoenix.livejournal.com

The day had started out normal. Or as normal as any day did in the bar. In Milliways. But the moment she walked outside to the back things started to slide out from her fingers. Or at least that was how it felt. Then the sensations came...

Pain.

Raging heat.

Voices in her mind so loud it drowned out everything else.

Flames shot out from around her, fire filling her eyes and she could feel the pain. It hurt so bad. Like it was burning her alive from the inside out. And it didn't want to stop. It kept raging on. So much... too much all at once. Her body couldn't handle it. Even though it had been through this once before she couldn't handle it.

The pain got so unbearable that she could do no more than scream. And even that hurt.

So whomever steps out back will see a redhead kneeling on the ground (she hadn't even realized she'd fallen), green eyes filled with fire and fire coming off of her like it was meant to be there (it was to an extent)... and she was screaming. It's a pain filled scream but obviously no one can get to her because of the flames.

[OOC: Those who are psychic and can feel those in pain or whatnot will be able to feel Jean. Normally she blocks herself off from people but right now she can't do so and apologizes to anyone this hurts in the end since she has no control over it.]

ella-va.livejournal.com

Shego only stares, unimpressed at the sight in front of her. She is in her usual catsuit, fresh from a mission. She has something that will obviously form into a bruise on her jaw, and she curses the name Kim Possible as she sits down.

She doesn't exactly know where she is, but there is alcohol here and that is good enough for her.

"Vodka on the rocks, ace. Make it quick."

guppy_sandhu

A rat emerges from the infirmary, bearing notes.

( Kate Bishop )
( Atton )
( Anyone looking for Guppy )

[Tinytag: Thy Kingdom Come plot]

hero_farmboy

[Our story begins, as all good stories should, in a barn, where Clark and Chloe are comparing notes, only to be interrupted by a blast from the past, one Bart Allen, who actually manages to get Clark to have some fun for once. But it's back to business soon enough, as Clark pays a visit to Lionel Luthor, who unknowingly provides information Clark is less than pleased to hear.

Back at the farm, Bart is confronted about his activities and takes off before Clark can get any straight answers. Lois and Chloe share some cousinly girl-talk before they are rudely interrupted by an impatient Clark, who instantly appropriates Chloe for his own agenda. A connection to Oliver Queen leads to a confrontation at Oliver's clocktower condo, where Clark is presented with yet more old friends, in Victor Stone and Arthur Curry. Stories are exchanged, but they have a task to do and Clark heads back to find Chloe at the Daily Planet to enlist her help once more.

Unwilling to wait, Clark heads off to try and save the day on his own. It doesn't exactly go as planned. Fortunately, the cavalry shows up just in time. Rescues are made, missions are accomplished, and they all meet up to blow some prime Metropolis waterfront property off the map.

Our story concludes, as all good stories should, in a barn, where future plans are made and goodbyes are said, although both Clark and Chloe know that even though this might be the end of this particular tale, the story isn't even close to being over.]

shinigami-rem.livejournal.com

The Shinigami sat near the fire staring into the flames. She had a cup of tea and some apples sitting on the table near her. Rem was lost in thought. Yes, she's creepy but she's botherable and is a kitten at heart.

(OOC I am gonna be running around like crazy for a few hours so it's gonna be slowtime till 9:00PM mountain Time that's 3 and 1/2 hours from now.)

realmrsreynolds

[OOM: Sallie goes to visit a friend in mourning.

The situation is bloodier than she realized.]

ostro_goth

Teja is by the fireplace, a clay cup of well-watered red wine at hand, and plucks away at the guitar that he bought in New Orleans when he'd gone with Yrael.

He is grasping the principle now; but it still needs much more concentration than the harp would, which is good.

To a cat or a vampire, or anybody with similarly sharp senses, he would still reek slightly of bleach, and beneath that, even more faintly, of old cold blood.-

[[Tinytags: Asher, Tonio Treschi]]

smart-house.livejournal.com

[OOM: SARAH educates EG.

Without really wanting to, and far too well.]

[ooc: Anyone that's met SARAH may want to take a peek at this for reference.]

scurlock

[oom:
and the sun will set for you
the sun will set for you
and the shadow of the day
will embrace the world in grey
and the sun will set for you]

When Doc stumbles downstairs, it's not a wounded stumble or a fearful stumble. He's not running from anything. His hands are on the rail of the staircase and he's holding on for dear life as he walks. If anything, he looks drunk.

Everything is a little blurry around the edges. His footsteps are slow, careful, and his head is spinning. Someone with psychic abilities would be able to tell he's just off. Everything is slow. He can't feel his fingers or his toes and it's all a blur of grey.

He smells not of alcohol, but chloroform instead.

Something else is running through his veins, but he's not even sure what's real and what's part of the dream. It's all a dream, isn't it? This bar and this place and this life?

Doc laughs.

[plot!tag: thy kingdom come]

[ooc: Warnings for the oom for nightmare and feel free to tag Doc. Basically he is drugged so take caution with that, but he is uninjured, and smells of chloroform, especially around his face. I may be stepping out momentarily in a few but tags are welcome for however long, you'd like.]

bloodandnicotine

Spike saunters over to the bar, casually. Maybe too casually; he doesn't meet anyone's eyes. A weight in the pocket of his black leather duster thumps gently against his thigh. He orders whiskey, leaves the change (quite a handful) for a tip.

He gulps the drink, looking sideways under his lashes to make sure no one's paying him any mind, then pulls a red lump out of his pocket and sets it down on the bar, leaning forward on his elbows to screen it from view.

"Give this to River on - Thursday, would you?" he says softly. "Ta. No need to mention any names."

[Inside is Spike's idea of a present, haphazardly wrapped in red velvet, soft side in.]

Current Mood: prepared

smart-house.livejournal.com

SARAH, for being SARAH (with a vocal range of a hypnotized woman on late-night television), sounds panicked.

"I don't know what to do," she says aloud to the immediate vicinity of her door. "I don't know how to get it back.

"I've never been hacked before."

uksupercop.livejournal.com

Well, here's someone who hasn't been seen in a while.

The blond man in the British police inspector's uniform who enters the bar may not be familiar to some of the newer patrons, but by the look on his face, he finds Milliways a welcome change of pace. A shaggy, adolescent shepherd-type dog of undefinable breed follows obediently at his heels.

always-a-liar.livejournal.com

Sixty-Third Chapter: The Burning pt. VII

Epilogue: Ashes, Ashes

The Burning Pt. I - VI

Finis

[This is the final part of the finale of The Last Temptation. Warnings for violence, gore, and home-made poetry. Thanks for reading.]

stuck-mynock.livejournal.com

Atton quite possibly needs a distraction from all the unpleasant things going on in the bar. Hence, he's bartending.

Anybody who's been having trouble sleeping gets half off all alcoholic drinks.

It's a little more charitable and a little less thiefy than he's really used to, but he gets the feeling that now possibly isn't a good time to be trying to con people out of their money.

[OOC: Off for an hour or so, will pick up tags when I get back.]

realmrsreynolds

It's been a long day, and Sallie is in the bar with a full tea set: pot, cup, milk, with a little saucer of cookies to one side.

It's hard maneuvering around the throngs of people in Milliways Bar, but Sallie manages it fairly quickly, finding an unoccupied table near the Observation Window.

boundxkitty

Working was still a new concept for Elizabeth. At least the work she was doing now, the whole running a business. Sometimes, because it was new, she got wrapped up in it and lost sight of the world around her. Which might explain why she gets several steps into Milliways without even realizing the scent of her surroundings had changed. Even with the folder in front of her face she avoids running into any and all tables and chairs that might have tripped a normal person up.

It's only when she lowers the folder because one piece of information in it doesn't sit right with her. And once the folder is lowered she sees her surroundings and does a double take. A glance over her shoulder shows her that her door is still there waiting for her, but she doesn't move to it but instead makes her way to the bar. She tosses the folder gently on the top, "Hold that for me, would you beautiful?" The folder disappears and a plate with a good hearty meal of steak and potatoes shows up in it's place. Elizabeth gives a small chuckle at the food. "Ever so great to me." she murmurs as she settles onto a stool to eat her food.

Good place, good food. All she needs now is good company.

cant_kim

[OOM: Says little Robin Redbreast, Catch me if you can.]

The door's barely open before Kim, kneeling outside, ducks through and slams it shut behind her. She's breathing hard, and a sharp-eyed observer might see her pocket a bit of wire.

Then she moves away from the door, almost at a trot, paying little heed to who or what she bumps out of her way as she heads for a booth as far from the door as she can get. It's not until she's well out of sight of the door, hidden behind the booth's back, that she relaxes.

And it can't really be called relaxing. It's just trading the tension of escape for the realization of what's just happened -- and where it leaves her.

wheelsy_sheriff

Bill was by the fire in a chair with a cup of coffee on the table beside him and a half finished sandwich.

He'd come downstairs in an effort to avoid sleep but the fire was warm and the chair comfortable and the not sleeping and restless sleeping he was doing had finally caught up to him and he dozed off.

And immediately slipped into dreaming.

*****

Bill awakes with a start, head jerking forward and arms flying out to catch himself. He looks around the room quickly and sees he's back in the bar. With a shaky breath he slumps his shoulders and closes his eyes.

They snap open an instant later and he rechecks his surroundings and then starts to take stock of himself. His head is pounding, his back and legs are sore and his arm is throbbing.

Reaching up he hisses when he touches his temple and pulls back his hand and stares at the smears of blood from the oozing cut on his forehead. There's another on the back of his scalp and the flannel sleeve of his shirt is starting to seep through with red.

"Shit..." He mutters as he stares at his fingertips.

[Thy Kingdom Come]

[OOC: Warnings for dream with nightmares, zombies and gorey type pics]

torch-reporter.livejournal.com

It kind of comes as no surprise that Clark and Chloe wander in to Milliways after a lunch on the town. After saving the world (okay, not the world but Bart and the Metropolis area contingent of super powered individuals) and putting up with a five minute rant from Lois about why men suck, there really is no other logical choice.

There's no Lex Luthor to fight here. No Lois to be bitched at by. Absolute peace and relaxation and the best coffee in the universe.

So as Clark goes to grab a booth, Chloe goes to get two lattes. Yeah. They totally deserve today.

[ooc: two pups, two muns!]

redcatalina.livejournal.com

[[ May 23rd, 1522 - Ceuta. Preparations are made for revenge. ]]

[Catalina Erantzo]

awesome_lilly

Lilly's been out of the bar for a couple of weeks, and okay, she forgot to leave a note, but it was an emergency. (Well, it was making umbrella drinks with Meg in the suite one night and deciding they would taste better on an actual beach. Totally an emergency.)

She's back now though, sitting at the bar and sipping a banana daiquiri. She's pouting a little. It just doesn't taste the same without a tropical breeze and a view of the ocean.

At least her tan's still perfect.

command_dot_com

Someday, Dot hopes to thank Suzi several hundred times over for teaching her how to knit.

The thanking probably won't involve the rapidly increasing mound of knit gloves, scarves, hats and soft children's toys that are piling up on the table in front of her, next to the plate of chips.

noteful

[OOM(ish): Fourteen Days in Milliways.]

It's been two weeks since Meghan Ford spent any real time in the bar, but tonight she comes downstairs. (And if she has to stop at the bottom of the steps and take a breath and collect herself, surely that can be forgiven, can't it?)

She stops even longer at Bar, before she leaves the letter (if three words count as a letter) for her sister.

And then she finds a table, and she gets a glass of water, and she tells herself she is not allowed to go ask for the letter back.

[tiny tag: Meg Ford]

mitt-mittson.livejournal.com

[OOM: And the blind shall lead the blind.

Thankfully Holand has few ditches.]

anxietycloset

The Snorklewacker has asked around. None of the figments and whimsies he's talked to even knows about this place. As far as he can tell, it's not spoken for.

Splendid!

The big purple nightmare loiters near the closet, sipping carbonated fruit punch through a straw, awaiting customers.

thebrokensoldier

There's a genetically empowered super soldier out in the stables. For him it's a place to be. To feel safe. It was also Sallie's idea. He's still trying to figure out a few things from when he'd talked to Max... that guy had been a bit weird but it didn't matter.

So there is a soldier, curled up in a ball near one of the stalls, purring. He's rather botherable as long as you don't startle the poor boy.

rider-servant.livejournal.com

Just as she had disintegrated, thus does she reform near the front door of the Bar at the end of the universe.

She has not been summoned.

There is no Holy Grail War here.

And yet as her senses return to her, as air touches skin that is not except when called, as her nose picks up scents, her ears sounds, it is as if she was in Fuyuki City.

Summoned without a master, but a master is still needed.

A woman with long violet hair, bound eyes, dressed in a black suit appears in the bar.

She is called Rider.

[tinytag: rider (fate/stay night)]

thegreat-gatsby.livejournal.com

The door was opened slowly, but the man coming through it didn't seem to hesitate. If anything, he seemed resigned, face drawn, although a small smile, rueful at best, was flickering about his features.

He was well-groomed, hands tucked in the pockets of a well-tailored suit, hat perched on his combed hair.

He was young, too, somewhere in his thirties, and yet something in his features suggested an infinite tiredness, a resignation to the way the world turned. Oh, he'd once believed he could change things, yes, and perhaps a little bit of him still did, but it wasn't evident.

Closing the door carefully behind him, he stepped out of the way, leaning with his back against the wall, eyes surveying the place for some time.

Finally, he allowed himself a long sigh, closing his eyes.

His lips just barely moved (a silent cry of Daisy Daisy Daisy), and as he reopened his eyes, briefly reflected in his pupils was a green light.

The light at the end of Daisy's Dock.

Milliways?

Please welcome your latest patron, Jay Gatsby.

[ ooc; ~~A thousand pardons, but I'm gonna be kinda slow.~~ Sleepytime! Tags welcome throughout the week. ]

visible_sariel

OOM. After her nightmare, Sariel headed directly to the infirmary.

Just because her own worst isn't in play doesn't mean that things aren't still pretty bad.

((Not!tag: thy kingdom come))

explorertruman.livejournal.com

Escape in stormy seas once again, but beware of the depths.

Truman had fallen asleep on one of the couches. And he was lucky in that it might have saved his life. A small blessing.

He was covered in water, and shaking, still asleep. Drowning and hypothermia overtaking his body.

(ooc: go ahead and wake him)
[tiny tag: Thy Kingdom Come]

assassinbourne.livejournal.com

There's an assassin in a bar.

He's looking over Top Secret documents at the moment, brow furrowing slightly. The folder holding faces he didn't know in them. Faces that were there but weren't. And it was starting to give him a headache. Especially when each one that he looked at had the word 'terminated' on it. These were...

Yeah, someone can distract him from his thoughts and the headache that's starting to come from trying to force the memories to the forefront.

signore-treschi.livejournal.com

Tonio is coming to appreciate the benefits of having a place to come when the pressures of putting on the opera are getting to him. He's tired out though, from a long day of rehearsals, so he's just half-dozing at the bar, a glass of white wine forgotten next to his elbow, head propped on his hand.