milliways_bar | Feb. 18th, 2008

Feb. 18th, 2008

[OOM: Some days ago -- look, vague timelines are doubly canon, okay? -- Piotr Rasputin and Maya Antares met.

Different worlds can have a lot in common.]

pwnuall.livejournal.com

A Crow in the bar, by the fireplace, in his newly obtained wheelchair. He's slumped down in the chair and reading some random manga, somehow managing to sulk despite a few facts:

- Some hot chicks visited him yesterday!
- He's not stuck in the hospital right now. Thank the sky for the bar!
- His best friend has found the bar now, which means Kazu is gonna start showin' up, too.

But great things don't always match the confusing things or the stupid things. For one thing, he's stuck in this retarded thing. For another, eavesdropping led him to overhear some things he really shouldn't have overheard, and now he's one confused jerk as a result.

Plus, PS? Rehab sucks.

So. One sulkin' Ikki, in the bar, by the fireplace. Have at, if you dare.

diamond-badgirl.livejournal.com

Lucy needs a drink. Good thing she's found herself in Milliways. In the hellish way of the world, the damned door had made itself scarce for a while. But now Lucy's at the bar, with a beer and a shot, and looking around eagerly for friends.

Current Mood: bouncy

1mojojojo.livejournal.com

Mojo Jojo sits at a table, eating sushi and drinking a fine Merlot. He leafs through the latest issue of Evil Villain Monthly. This months cover story is about Him.

Mojo hates Him. Stupid tutu guy. Damn creepy.

Tiny Simian Tag: Mojo Jojo

binaried.livejournal.com

[OOM: Merlin and Marlowe trade a little bit of snark in the infirmary.]

gotham-knocking.livejournal.com

[OOM: Allie Keyes gets a much needed hug and a night with family - millitimed to Saturday night.]

alorn-bear.livejournal.com

Belar settles down at one of the tables and puts up his usual sign:

ANSWERING PRAYERS
BACK IN 15 MINUTES

SECURITY STAFFER ON DUTY AFTER THAT

and settles back to wait as the counter decrements itself. When you can answer prayers with your eyes closed (and not just in the 'ahahahaha no' sense, either), you can pretty much answer prayers anywhere you like.

[Tinytag: Asakura Yoh]

capt-lennox.livejournal.com

[ OOM: Stress, worry, and the flu season finally manage to catch up to Lennox. It is the last thing he needs to deal with.]

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

Ace is in an extraordinarily good mood. Sure, she still has paperwork to finish (the endless, never-ceasing paperwork) and life goes on (it does have that tendency), but still, no one should be this cheery working on impossibly dry forms. She's curled up in one of the armchairs by the fire, scribbling out her reports that are tacked to her clipboard.

With her free hand, she's playing with a yo-yo. No reason, she just found it in her desk while searching for a usable pen, and brought it along. Up, and down. Up, and down. Up...
Almost hypnotic, no?

hungryampersand.livejournal.com

An emaciated figure teleports in, arriving right in front of the door, and walks to the Bar. It looks relatively pleased with itself, as much as any expression can be seen from inside the hood of its robe. When it sits down on a barstool it requests, "A potion of booze, please," and puts a heavy gold coin down almost before the potion-bottle (full of ruby liquid) even appears.

[ooc: This is Famine from Nethack. Looking at it or even touching it will not make anyone hungry, unless the character's the type to see starving children in Africa and go "I should make myself a sandwich!". This post from October has more information about Famine, and the post linked in the first paragraph has Famine's nauseatingly (haha, see what I did there?) complete in-game stats and an explanation of them.

Current Mood: hungry

hero_farmboy

[OOM: As the saying goes, you can't go home again.]

dingdongdoodily.livejournal.com

There was laughter on the other side of the door, and the sound of loud music playing.
The door opened, and in came a heap of pale skin, freckles, leather, and hair.Teenage!Pickles stumbled into the bar with a chuckle, looking over his shoulder at his bandmates as he was on his way out to the patio of his new place and proceeded to raise both brows, "Man, I just keep findin' this place. Rad."

He sauntered straight up to the bar and immediately greeted with a shot of whiskey and a note.

The redhead furrowed his brow and took a seat, since that was the instructions given to him. It was in his handwriting, but in the note was written words he'd yet to write.

Taking his shot, he continued to read, and suddenly, his whole mood shifted from cheerful to concerned.

Botherable, if not perplexed.

[OOC: Please note that there will likely be variable slowtime due to OMG PLUMBERS. :D]

yinyangwizard.livejournal.com

Seimei has spent most of the past week poring over the books and scrolls in his library or seeking out various friends, acquaintances and fellow professionals with expertise in dreams - all to no avail.

There are dreams associated with spirit possession, nightmares caused by curses, ways of inducing or interpreting prophetic visions, dreams meant to trick someone into giving up their soul, dreams meant to change a person's mind, dreams in which the dead try to contact the living...

None of which correspond to the nightmares going around Milliways right now, which have seriously injured one kami and discorporated another. Even though the discorporated kami is the Mikaboshi, Seimei can't help but feel sorry for him.

The wizard has been attempting various forms of divination to figure out what may be causing the nightmares, but a number of his spells were warped into uselessness by the magics that keep the Bar looping through time. Those magics that met no outside interference revealed nothing.

A tired and frustrated Seimei is now sitting in a booth with a pot of tea, some mochi and a collection of the various bits of magical paraphernalia from his failed spells. He's botherable, but please excuse him if he's not his usual self.

notanarc.livejournal.com

[oom: In which the muns try to figure out a clever way of saying 'two people fell head over heels' and fail to an extent which is utterly deplorable.

(Or, Byers and Niki spend Valentine's Day together.)

Rated A for AWWWW!]

Tinytag: Niki Harris

missginnytonic.livejournal.com

Ginny is sitting at the table working on something. That’s not homework, it’s just a project she has markers sharpies to be exact. There is glitter and the use of magic. She’s making banners, signs and decorations. It’s time for her Mom and Dad’s anniversary. It’s a surprise for them down at the Three Broomsticks. She still isn’t sure how she got talked in to the decorations, She could, would and love help if your pup is creative or just likes to doodle, or doesn’t get to use markers at home.

gone_byebye

If Ray's done anything in the past twenty-four hours other than read and sleep, you couldn't tell by looking at him.

Possibly something should be done about that, but you'd have to get through the stack of books around him first.

[Tinytag: The Great Librarian]

anchor-branded.livejournal.com

Joris has been busy while here at Milliways. (Even if he is no longer obsessively watching for the Front Door.) He has done what he could to fix the scanner that got broken when he first arrived- the easy parts, at least. It does not take a huge amount of skill to straighten bent parts that should not be, and click other pieces back where they belong. However, most of it is well beyond anything he can do-

Except write out a list of the parts needed to fix the scanner once he has done everything else he can, and toss out the pieces that cannot be used anymore. That said, Joris is putting the partial scanner and list back into the pockets of his jerkin while he heads to the elevator to go down to the garage. He know he will not find any pieces for repairing it down there, but hopefully there will be someone- anyone down there that can use an extra hand for something that can be fixed.

He can certainly be caught in the bar or in the downstairs garage.

[tag: Joris]

mistressmaryquitecontrary

[OOM: Class.]

latino_menace

Ramon is in a Mood. This will be immediately apparant by the way he is out back in the freezing cold, blasting hell out of targets with a machine gun or two.

Feel free to interrupt. Just stay out of the firing line.

coffeecontrol.livejournal.com

Tony Murchison's first thought upon opening the door was that Valerie was bound to be quite upset. Control did odd things now and then, but he'd never taken it quite so far as to completely redecorate his office, and, by the looks of it, recruit many new members to the Secret Service and make his office bigger in general.

Or perhaps Control had been taken, and the pigeons had taken over as Control had once said they might.

Either way, Tony was left standing by the door, a tray held in his hands, on top of which was balanced a cup of coffee. Tony didn't know what he'd do with the coffee if Control wasn't around to drink it!

"Control?" he ventured, "Are you there? I can't really understand what you've done to your office. Control?"

Oh dear.

He was really in a pickle this time, wasn't he?

[ tiny tag; tony murchison

mun fleeing for sleep - slowtimes = <3 ]

collects_ears

There is a slightly distracted bartender - his mind is clearly on something specific, but feel free to divert his attention. He just might thank you for it.

"Tonight's drinks are: Angry Chameleon, Bermuda Triangle, Cabana Club and Carmen Miranda."

Can you guess the theme?

"What'll it be?"

mechanicalswans

Weyland walks by the shore of the lake, lost in a memory. ((ooc warning for a largely glossed-over incident of rape; the old stories are often very distasteful like that.))

He thinks, as he looks at the water, about how long it has been since he's gone swimming. The metal tends to weigh him down, and while he's strong enough to overcome that, it just doesn't feel the same as it used to.

He lights yet another cigarette.

[tiny tag: Weyland]

((ooc: tagging is welcome, as long as you don't mind likely slowtime.))

guppy_sandhu

Guppy enters, pausing for a moment to look back at his living room with a suspicious frown. Whether it's because he's living by himself at the moment, or anxiety medication withdrawal, he's not sure; but his house seems to make so many more little noises to make him jump at the moment.

The bar... has so much natural background noise that he knows he can get away from whatever it is that's making him nervous. He's half-inclined to think he's imagining it completely, and deep down pretty sure that at worst it'll be a rogue squirrel.

He flops on a sofa by the fire, his medical ID badge slung loosely around his neck. Headphones in, music on. Good view of the bar if he's needed. Trying to relax, conserve energy, for now. If anyone responds to his sign, he'll stir himself into action.

Help protect one another
Free first aid classes here.

whitest_witch

Jadis never leaves Milliways (where would she go?), but that doesn't mean that she's always entirely there. Time can play strange tricks, and no-one really knows how big the library is. Suffice it to say, that when Jadis wanders into the Bar this evening, book in one hand, she hasn't been gone - you just haven't seen her around.

The seven-foot tall, paper white woman throws her shock of hair back over her shoulders, and slides into one of her usual booths. A flicked finger at one of the wait-rats quickly sends them scurrying for her usual pitcher of cool wine, and she opens the book. The patrons of the bar are more interesting than the pages of her book. There are, it seems, a lot of new faces.

watching_you

There's a woman sitting at the table closest to the Observation Window, nursing a drink as she flips through a book with a worn cover.

In front of her is a little sign, the kind made out of a piece of paper folded in half, scribbled on with Sharpie.

The sign reads:

There are no flying cars.

boundxkitty

There's been a hostel takeover of the couch!

Well, in a manner of speaking. This manner of speaking being that it was open and Elizabeth took it over. And the take over is the brunette woman laying stomach down on the couch. She's taking up more of the couch than her small frame should be able to really, in a show that might remind people of a cat.

She's reading, but that doesn't mean she isn't botherable. She is. Feel free to try and free some of the couch from her possession.

lissla-lissar.livejournal.com

OOM: Dr. Maria Sybil never expected her new posting to have giant robots, alien humans, and a budding epidemic waiting for her. She learns better.

{Captain Lennox}

notasseenontv

Absorbed in the task of carrying four large, lumpy packages of frozen fries to the back, Monica didn't notice anything at first beside the fact it took her a minute, with the fry bags attempting to fall the whole time, to get the freezer to open just by the process of maneuvering it with her shoe and calf.

A step later she did.

A step later she was not in Burger Banaza's freezer.

....perhaps someone will help her out?

Welcome to Milliways, Monica Dawson.

[ Tiny Tag: Monica Dawson ]

walksthebounds

Jamie's asked the bar for a set of whatever kind of clothes they wear in Eureka.

He's gotten a pair of battered khaki pants, a red t-shirt, and a set of battered sneakers, and he's currently wandering around the room, listening for squeaks in the shoes and practicing an American accent to himself with such phrases as, "I was sitting in the bar on a chair" and "good afternoon, how are you doing today?"

cheevy.livejournal.com

Look!

In the bar!

It's a bird! It's a plane! NO, it's... a gay hippie with a guitar, over by the fire.

The similarity in the above group is that all of these things are usually associated with the adjective "high."

...he's also got a puppy with him. Resident animal rights activists may rest assured that the puppy is not high.