milliways_bar | Feb. 15th, 2008

Feb. 15th, 2008

reinedebayou.livejournal.com

Belle is in bar.

She still doesn't have her door back.

And she doesn't have any friends.

And she doesn't have anything to do.

The normally sunny girl is staring at the wall with a look that could curdle milk.

This place sucks, and she wants the world to know that she thinks this is the case.

(Forgive her sulkiness, Belle is, after all, a teenager.)

howling_laugh

[OOM: The Ballad of Bonnie and Clyde.

With guest star: Riley Poole!

Extra special guest star: Agent Seeley Booth of the FBI!]

redcatalina.livejournal.com

[[ Heading south again, Catalina and her crew meet with danger, and fight for their lives against very bad odds. ]]

[Catalina Erantzo]

pwnuall.livejournal.com

[OOM x 2: What was supposed to be a pretty normal day ends with some pretty no good, dire circumstances that very well could drive a Crow insane and break apart a lot of his team's chances. Bells toll and circumstances change, bringing forward a lot of future trials and tribulations for Kogarasumaru.

Later that night, while Ikki sulks in his hospital room, he's payed a visit by a determined and hormonal shark. But what starts out as a failed attempt to erase the day becomes something completely different, and crow-shark interpersonal issues are resolved with a firm stamp of a label. This one isn't quite for kiddies!

And thus, with the exception of two more millitimed OOMs to be posted soon, we draw an end to one long, varied day in the Air Gear universe. Whatever will the curtains of tomorrow bring for our shonen retards on skates? Only time will tell. ]

gone_byebye

If Ray looks like a man who got little or no sleep last night, there's a good reason for that: he got little or no sleep last night. There was too much to read, once Tyler pointed out to him that he'd left what amounted to notes to himself in his room somewhere. He spent most of last night surrounded by notes and books and files, translating when he wasn't reading (apparently, he leaves his notes to himself in languages other than English, and isn't always consistent as to which alphabet he uses for which language).

This morning doesn't look to be all that different, except that he's only got books other people have written around him. The table is stacked with scientific and engineering volumes- and with a surprising number of books about theater and television. Right now he's doggedly ploughing his way through some kind of history of rock and roll, with the occasional aid of a cup of black coffee and quite a lot of sugar.

He could probably be bothered.

[Tinytag: Winston Zeddemore, The Great Librarian]

hippodamio

The wound the boar gave him is healed enough that Hektor may claim it was no more than a graze and be believed. Time, then, to return to the hunt when this day is done. No one is likely to disturb him in his tent when he returns, so the matter of his clothes no longer being bloody and soiled will not arise; if they ask, he will say only, "I put on my other suit" and be believed. It is enough.

But for now it is morning, and last night's supper only a quiet memory. He'll eat first, and see if there are those in this place he remembers but hasn't spoken to; then, once he has given the Goddess her offering, he'll be free to go.

eirenikos

It's the day after Valentine's Day, and Eirene counts herself extremely lucky that she did not run into any cherubs the day before. Having been on the receiving end of those arrows just once is quite enough, thank you. She's now off shift from sentry duty in the gym; many of the cots were taken by those who hoped to stave off nightmare and injury, which left her to wander from sleeper to sleeper and check their auras for anything off kilter.

So there is one goddess of peace stretched out on the couch in front of the fire, wearing denim cut-offs and a tie-dyed tee shirt, and cradling a latte in her hands.

Botherable.

[tiny tag: Eirene
ooc: EP open all day, expect slows at various points]

torch-reporter.livejournal.com

For lack of anything better to wear (or perhaps just for her own personal security), Chloe came downstairs today in a pair of jeans and one of Riley's old shirts (which remains a little too big on her). Despite a more than perfect Valentine's Day with Riley yesterday, the week still seems to hold too many things she doesn't like. Things like Clark hiding things from her and waking up with only a note on the pillow next to her.

She finds a spot at the bar and orders a cup of coffee. Her laptop gets turned on quickly - she promised Ollie that she'd put together a file on all her research into Lex's projects. But that task gets ignored. Instead, she's too busy staring at a key and a note. There's a lot of thinking and, so far, only one thing has been decided.

Chloe isn't going anywhere until Riley walks back through that door safe and sound.

boundxkitty

It may be snowy and cold outside but that doesn't stop someone with fur to keep them warm. Elizabeth has decided to take a nice afternoon in the forest on four legs. There is plenty to hunt, and trees to lounge in, and sun patches to lay in. And being a black leopard against the white of the snow, she's easy enough to spot for any who might wander past.

So, for most of the afternoon there is a wereleopard in the forest. Feel free to approach her, despite her size she's fairly friendly.

[OOC: open all day.]

no-sin-but.livejournal.com

Valentine's Day? What Valentine's Day? And which Saint Valentine, anyway?

Not that Marlowe is pondering such deep and meaningful questions. Oh, no. Instead, he's found himself a table and, in the time-honoured way of writers everywhere, is avoiding thinking about last night by scribbling things (and smoking).

Of course, Marlowe being the perfectionist that he is, there seems to be more scribbling out than down.

burn-to-grow.livejournal.com

[OOM: Sometimes being the de facto second-in-command of an upstart A-T team is not beneficial to one's sanity. But that's nothing compared to what's coming for Kazu and everyone's favorite bunch of dumbass teenaged boys on gravity-defying skates. But with being mired in the business of surviving the next few weeks, will Kogarasumaru recover in time to cope with the unexpected events riding their way next? TUNE IN NEXT TIME.]

One thing that's immediately obvious about the kid entering the Bar this evening is the pair of skates he's wearing - which aren't much like regular skates at all, frankly - covered, as they are, in the scars of heavy use. Another thing is that he has his hands in his pockets despite being on skates, and this apparently isn't causing him trouble at all.

But the most obvious thing is that when he opens the door and closes it without really looking around, the door behind him turns out to have been the women's bathroom, which he figures out the moment he looks up and tries to go back out the way he came in.

"... what the hell?" No, seriously, what the hell is this.

THE UNIVERSE DOES NOT REPLACE BUSY STREETS WITH BATHROOMS. At least, not in Kazu's experience!

nullofscience

Words heard from beyond the door...

"Yes, I'm sure that I'll be fine in there. The bar is the perfect place to try it out."

He forgot to say, "What could go wrong?", but we know that something like that is on the way, at least. The door to the bar opens from Mainframe to allow the entry of...a leg.

It's a mechanical leg, kind of thin, but functional-looking. It is followed by the rest of the body, that being a very interesting gold-and-black robotic form with a bubble-dome on top. It's human-sized, and human-shaped, but is a sprite-built machine. Presenting the mini-exo-suit deluxe, built by Phong and piloted by one Welman Matrix (the greenish null in the cockpit).

However...this is the good doctor's first time driving the thing, so he's a bit...unsteady. The door closes behind him as the suit staggers forward, compensating for the lack of balance automatically.

"Hmmm... Takes a little getting use to..."

So, while he's trying to get his bearings, the suit's bearings, and the bearings of the bar itself in order.....care to bother?

is-listening.livejournal.com

[ooc: Calling slowtime for sleep! Post remains open, though. :D]

Frasier does not walk into Milliways this time, nor does he stumble.

He limps.

He limps and falls onto the nearest couch with a strained groan, and when a waitrat scurries over with a glass of wine, he doesn't make a face. He simply takes the glass, mutters his thanks, and downs it in four gulps.

And then... he doesn't move.

He doesn't plan on moving.

"OW."

Tinytag: Frasier Crane, Bella Moriarty

ostro_goth

Teja is in the forge, making trilobate, armour-piercing arrowheads.

He realises that they won't be much called for in the coming fight; the struggle for Milliways is going to be fought with minds, determination, sanity, unity, but not arms.

Still, having many trilobate arrow-heads calm one's nerves, and Will can most likely always use them to down a few fighting monks in his world, eventually...

[[Tinytag: Asher. OOC: All other threads millitimed to daylight, before the Asher thread.-]]

hathsinsurvivor.livejournal.com

For another day, Kelsier has been resting. And watching. There's a lot going on in Milliways, it appears, and that's an understatement.

He's also been mostly secluding himself and returning from seclusion with a fresh mop of sweat on his brow.

After one of these bouts of seclusion, he comes down into the bar, finally dressed in something a bit more respectful; a pair of loose slacks, with a tight-fighting long-sleeve button-up shirt. There aren't any ruffles, and he's left the cuffs unbuttoned, rolled up exposing the still-healing scars on his forearms.

Finding a seat at the bar, he watches the ongoings with interest.

kinshou-kitsune.livejournal.com

Losing a sibling was never easy. Even if he was considered evil..well..a trickster of sorts to most. Standing out by the lakeside the kitsune kami held the little hand painted Japanese style vase in her hands- one holding the bottom and the other the lid that was placed over it. To be honest she wasn't sure if she could handle doing this.

So she stood there, looking down at the vase in her hands with a very confused, very sad look upon her face. Anyone want to impart some words of wisdom or advise to her?

doc-venkman.livejournal.com

It's been a while since he crashed out here. And hearing about ugly buggity-boo nightmares didn't help. Especially after he caught up with the notice board. But he was awake, and alert with coffee. Between Winston being stuck here, and now whatever is wrong with Ray, he's keeping close to the old fort of wackyland again.

He headed over to the bar.

"Been a long time, sweetheart. Gimme what I want." A package of condoms briefly appears.

"You're ten years and a wedding and a christening too late. Come on." A couple of books appear instead, looked like neurology-related material.
"Thatta girl."

born-running.livejournal.com

Luke wanders into the bar, wearing flannel pajamas and sporting a classic case of bedhair. He really just wanted a glass of water from the kitchen, but his slightly sleep-fogged brain reasons that the bar is closer and easier.

Once he has a glass of water, he doesn't particularly feel like returning to his house, and instead finds himself a couch on which to sit and watch the goings on.

Botherable.

no-sin-but.livejournal.com

[OoM:

Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscribed
In one self place, for where we are is hell,
And where hell is there must we ever be.
- Christopher Marlowe, The Tragical History of Doctor Faustus

Warning: Contains gore and disturbing imagery]

[tiny!tag: Thy Kingdom Come]

synapse-circuit.livejournal.com

J.C.'s not on duty right now, and thus is not sitting at the end of the Bar but instead at a table by the Observation Window. He's trying to draw the view outside with a set of colored pencils. It's proving to be more challenging than he anticipated, but that comes as an unexpected pleasure rather than a source of frustration.

Botherable.

dust-and-air.livejournal.com

Maximus has been down every day, all day, watching for his door. Nothing. His dismay at being stuck here is melting into anger and also restlessness. He hasn't ventured out back yet in case the door does suddenly come back and tonight is no exception - he's in his usual booth with a cup of wine and a few cloths, tending to his sword.

He has to be ready. This is killing him.

[OOC: ~~1am GMT = slowtime, as usual~~ Slowtime it is, thanks all.]

goonandrun.livejournal.com

This being the day after Valentine's, Gordon took full advantage of the fact that all holiday-themed candy is selling for something-or-other percent off*.

He's currently surrounded by it - the table around him is piled with it. You almost can't see him for the candy.

At any rate, his project is apparently trying to catch candy in his mouth after throwing it in the air, the problems here being:

a) he's resting his head on the table, and
b) it doesn't seem to get to him that candy hearts are really (as previously stated by a cook and his rat) chalk, and each time he does manage to get one, he makes choking noises and spits it back out.

As a result, the bags of candy are interspersed with loose candy hearts.

* By stealing it.

[ tiny tags; gordon o'dell, pheonix

ooc; Mun's off to sleep.Post still open, slowtimes will be tagged. ]

foxy-l33t.livejournal.com

She has at least recovered from the hangover.

Though odds are good Laini will never touch gin again.

Tomorrow, or the next day, or the day after that, she will head back to Furhold, to see if the equipment left behind has been retrieved and what info has been gotten off of it. But she is doing her best to not think of that-

Mostly by going over the lyrics of American Pie and cross-referencing them with events in human history and 70s slang to see what sense she can make of them. (Considering in Underhill, Blue Canaries are on par with White Eagles, American Pie is a song of depth and arcane meaning in many places.)

But considering her motives for picking apart that song, Laini will take any other distractions as well.

((Mun heading to bed, post will remain open for slowtimes.))

capt-lennox.livejournal.com

((This is Millitimed to right after the aftermath of this.))

There’s a growling Captain Lennox staking through the bar, out the door, and straight to Wells’ punching bag on the grounds. He is in full BDUs today, armed, and swearing under his breath between growls. The base does not need this blossoming mood and thankfully he’s just gotten off duty to deal with it.

Someone is not happy with the aftermath of the Space Bridge Rescue. Sure he was briefed to the fact that there were two Autobots in danger, that there were others coming to build a gateway – a Space Bridge – in the desert from Milliways… but he wasn’t informed to exactly what the nature of the danger was. And so he got a most unpleasant surprise…

-- “Ironhide, the HELL?! What the fuck happened out there?” --

It’s not like he’s angry at Ironhide for being injured so badly. Hazards of the job and that. It happens. It doesn’t however mean he has to like it, just the same as he never likes it when one of his fellow human comrades is wounded in the line of duty.

And Ironhide is a friend.

-- “… just tell me the other guy looks worse…” --

It is, however, deeply frustrating and worrying. Worrying because the guy’s not dead from he understands and that means there’s an enemy out there, licking his wounds, and waiting for a chance to strike back… no telling when or where. Worrying because now it might be personal for this guy and that Ironhide might need to watch his back - and damn, the mech might not escape with just a mauling next time! Worrying, because he’s now starting to hear of another guy, this One, given what Lissar said, who seems to be the equivalent of their damn devil, and who knows how much else that he hasn’t been told. There’s a difference between need to know and want to know, after all. Lennox understands need to know… accepts it.

But he doesn’t always have to like it either.

The frustrating part of this is that if – when- the time comes for a rematch, Lennox might not be able guard his friend’s back when he needs it most. Aside from something happening when Ironhide’s out of range and reach of help, he’s far too aware of his own limitations. He’s human, vulnerable, and just by himself - trained soldier or not - likely a liability when it comes to a clash between titans. Backed up is perhaps a different story -depending on terrain, the backup, and the element of surprise. He couldn’t take down Blackout without a couple F-22s, his team, a motorcycle, and a lot of luck. Blackout took the whole of SOCCENT, and its highly trained Special Ops soldiers, out easily by surprise.

It’s that feeling of helplessness at the heart of it. Lennox does not like it one bit. There’s a good deal of just wanting to punch in that fragger’s face too… but that… that’s a hell of a lot less disturbing.

So, punching bag. Fists. A good therapeutic pounding.

Bother at your own risk.

[OOC: Slowtimes in effect]

missginnytonic.livejournal.com

Ginny comes in, she’s muddy, cold and in her Quidditch robes. She has her broom on her shoulder as she looks around a bit this wasn’t what she was expecting, She wanted to put up her broom after practice not come to the bar and not with mud and rain all over her. She walks to the bar settling on the stool. Shivering she orders a hot chocolate.

capt_angie

When Angelina enters the bar, all she wants is a good drink and a nice meal. She doesn't intend to spend her evening being de facto bartender. However, when she arrived and tried to order, Bar had already gone on her break and refused to serve, even though there was no bartender present.

With no bartender in sight, a slightly miffed Angelina goes behind the Bar, intending to get her own drink and then get out.

"Hey, lady..." a voice says as Angelina locates the Firewhiskey and figures out how the spirit optic works. "Can I get a coke? I've been waiting for ten minutes."

She turns around and sees a young purple haired girl sitting impatiently at the bar.

"Oh, I'm not... I don't..."

Angelina frowns. With her holding a glass in one hand and bottle of firewhiskey in the other, and no one else in sight, it certainly looks like shes the barmaid.

And until someone else shows up, they're pretty much screwed, service wise. So she shakes her head and gets the girl a coke. Just until someone shows up, she tells herself. Then they can take over.

But first things first. She takes out her wand and uses it to scrawl on the special board:

Tonights Specials
Firewhiskey
Gilly Water
Butter Beer
Anything else from the Wizarding world
Drinks with a sufficiently magical name

You know. Just until someone else shows up to take over...

lissla-lissar.livejournal.com

OOM: Stress, strain, and unfamiliar germs.

before-all.livejournal.com

[OOM: Rebirth.]

Ama looks remarkably cheerful as he walks in, if also remarkably different. Younger - More early twenties than late - , taller. Lighter hair. His attire is less battered and scruffy on account of being new - Give it some time.

Seeing the bar gets a very big grin out of him, as he heads to go and get a drink. It hasn't occured to him that anybody might be bothered by his somewhat bloody death, yet.

Botherable.