milliways_bar | Feb. 21st, 2008

Feb. 21st, 2008

[OOM: For one of Milliways' werewolves, tonight's lunar eclipse seems to have an unexpected effect...

OOC: Yes, I know nothing is said in canon that an eclipse affects werewolves this way, but then again, how much do we really know about this universe's werewolves anyways? Besides. I thought it might be a nice break for him.]

Current Mood: curious

http://users.livejournal.com/_estsanatlehi_/

Ana, or rather Lehi just at the moment, had had a busy day, relearning how to use a bow and arrows instead of throwing knives. He was still better with the knives, but was quietly making arrowheads at one of the smaller tables over near the window, chipping carefully away at shards of obsidian, a small bundle of already feathered shafts off to one side.

He had a jar of applemash and a plate of cookies, occasionally sipping or nibbling while he worked.

Go ahead and interrupt though, he won't mind.

lovesoldthings.livejournal.com

Sally lasted just over half an hour outside this morning before deciding that it was just too cold to take pictures. You can find her at one of the tables, mucking about on her laptop.

Said table currently holds a Photoshop for Dummies book currently being ignored, a plate of bacon and eggs (also being ignored) and a cup of tea.

There is also an empty chair propped at an inviting angle just opposite her own.

[ooc: mun is sick, so expect some slows. EP open all day and most of evening.]

panser-bjorn.livejournal.com

(OOM: Somewhere in the woods around Milliways, the panserbjorn awakens.)

The door opens to allow a massive creature in. To those who have seen him before, there's the familiar sight of the Panserbjorn in full armoured glory. For those who haven't... Well. Sure they have seen strangest and more fearsome sights, what with all the weird creatures passing by.

The armoured polar bear walks slowly to the Bar. His head bowed, he speaks in a low, rumbling voice devoid of any tone or emotion.

"A jug of cold water and strips of seal, please?" He looks around, the massive helmeted head swiveling from side to side to take in the assembled company. Then he decides on politeness and catering to the humans' idea of civilization. "On a plate."

Once these are obtained, he takes the plate carefully in his jaws and walks over to a spot near the fireplace, where he sits on his haunches and prepares to have some breakfast. Or dinner. Whatever the time is.

e_delmar

After. Or Before. Or somewhere in between.

What comes after after is this. This here and this now, and this place that Ennis don't even know how he got to. This place that Ennis don't even remember, or won't, or can't, because you can't remember what hasn't happened yet.

But here he is, sure's hell, blinking the darkness of the room out of his sun bleached eyes, hands deep down in his pockets and a frown of confusion on his face.

*Please refer to this post for any questions/explanations.

stargypsy.livejournal.com

The time thing in this place can be pretty odd. Tali went back to the Citadel for what was (to her) a few hours to get some pieces of machinery that the technicians there were chucking out.^* When she came back she found she'd only been gone a few minutes bar time, if that: most of the people who had been sitting at various tables or the Bar itself were still where she'd left them.

Along with her haul of equipment, Tali has a note that she'd been meaning to write. She goes over to the Bar, putting her crate of loot down on the floor and taking out a folded piece of paper. "I do not know who to ask about making modifications to rooms," Tali admits to the Bar. "But you know. Could you please make sure they get this?" She puts the paper on the bartop, and it disappears.

( The note reads thusly: )

Satisfied, she goes off to a booth, spreads a protective cover on the table, and opens her box of goodies. She pulls out part of an air filtration system and starts dismantling it.

^* In truth, one could still get a lot of use out of such equipment, or at least cannibalize its components to build and repair other things. For the quarians, secondhand and slightly-damaged equipment is worth a great deal: it still amazes Tali that other species just throw it away!

[Tinytag: Tali'Zorah nar Rayya]

his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com

This is, quite possibly, the best thing that could've happen today.

After a long night with Valerie refusing to sleep, Sarah had walked into work absolutely exhausted. When she walked out for a quick half-hour lunch break, the entrance to Weatherspoon's did not, in fact, lead to the inside of the pub. Instead, she was happily surprised to find Milliways.

And the couches.

Mmmm sleep. It's a very, very luxurious thing to mothers of newborns.

precocioustilda.livejournal.com

It's been a while.

A long, long while.

That doesn't mean Matilda has forgotten.

Bright hazel eyes and a bright, adorable smile greet the main bar as she peeks her head around the door and then walks in.

Brightly.

"Hot chocolate?" she asks the Bar, giving the polished wood an affectionate pat. "And... golly, it's been so long... fried pancakes?"

The requested items appear.

"Thanks very much."

waylostandfound.livejournal.com

Older Nathan was in the bar, and then somewhere, the burned man in the hospital bed woke up. And he vanished from where he stood in the bar.

And now the Front Door was opening, and there was a young boy peering in. Blinking at the sight of the bar that he thought was his closet door. He had been taken to his room by the nanny after getting shooed out of the living room. Ma and Dad were having their 'meetings' again, and he wasn't allowed to stick around even though he was a big boy now.
But there's never been a whole place inside his closet before!

He slowly walked in, and then saw the Observation Window.

"....wow! Like Star Wars!" He then ran over for a better look at it. Meet Nathan Petrelli, Age 10.

hero_farmboy

[OOM: For everything, there is an ending. And occasionally, resolutions.]

true_desire

[ OOM: After returning to the bar earlier, Ennis heads outside and re-meets someone else. ]

organicmeatbag.livejournal.com

Ellia's napping, sprawled out on top of Revan's chest as he lounges in one of the many armchairs of Milliways. He's got a datapad in hand and seems to be scratching items off of a list as he scrolls through it.

Those items happen to be job listings for places hiring in Aldera and none of them seem to work for Revan. Most of them are for part-time retail work in shops and the like, of which he'd be horrible at, or something he has no qualifications for whatsoever.

In other words, his search this afternoon for a job is futile one.

He sighs and he thumbs off the datapad, setting it aside. Ellia shifts in her sleep, her tiny fist curling and uncurling around the fabric of his shirt.

Maybe it's a sign he should just stay home with the girls a little longer. He wouldn't mind that at all. But he knows his savings can only support them for so long - another six months, comfortably - and so he'll just begin his search anew tomorrow (or in a month).

And for the rest of the day, he'll sit back and enjoy the quiet*.

*And, really, not counting the girls, it's been quiet for a long time now for Kira and him. No threats or attacks, no shady characters out of the blue, just peace and quiet. He really hopes it stays that way.

there-is-a-me.livejournal.com

OOM: Spoon has other parents who need to know about his engagement. Millitimed to Monday.

rebecca-of-york.livejournal.com

Rebecca recognized the door this time, and when she saw it, she couldn't help but go through.

She'd always had trouble with curiosity, and with the way time works here, it's not like she'd be late bringing that basket of linens anywhere. It can wait, at least for a while.

She does look back over her shoulder once she's through the door, though, just to make sure the door stays there.

It does.

So she heads for the bar to get some tea, and is eminently botherable.

[tinytag: Rebecca of York]

awesome_lilly

[OOM: In the midst of nightmares, Lilly finally finds what she was looking for. It's not what she expected, but that's not necessarily a bad thing.]

Lilly doesn't appear in Milliways so much as collapse into it, leaning heavily against the bar in order to stay upright. She's exhausted, unattractively pale, and she's wearing pajamas, but... she's also smiling faintly.

It's nice to have good news, for once.

[ooc: totally open for plot and non-plot tags, even if you would rather her not mention nightmares. see backroom post for details, or feel free to ping!]

gravity_shifter

There is a Security member patrolling. On the walls. The view is far less obstructed from up here.

Sikozu may, however, deign to cross the floor to the bar at some point for a chocolate milkshake.

organicmeatbag.livejournal.com

[OOM: Bastila and Revan catch up. Millitimed to a couple of weeks - er, more like a month ago.]

outlaw-bold.livejournal.com

[OOM: In Knighton, someone is ready with a lecture on "the right thing"...but for once, it isn't Robin.]

burnedbell.livejournal.com

Times had a way of changing when helped. Events that were not supposed to happen paused- cleaned off the slate of time forever. Sort of. While these may have changed outside that one door the events that happened within this haven, this bar, hadn't faded.

Why? It was ment to be.

When the door opened this time it was not for the dead but for the living. It had been the encouragement of an pal that had gotten the girl to open the door after..well..after everything was fixed. Peeking inside she gulped once, looking over her shoulder and accepting the nudge of encouragement to fully enter within. She didn't hear the door close or fade away for her.

She had to be brave. She was the time keeper. She had seen who started the fire...and everything was right.

Welcome back, Mary

[tiny!tag: Mary Jensen, Thy Kingdom Come ending]

500-year-shaman.livejournal.com

A small child - by small, the narration means no more than six - enters the bar. He has very long hair, and a fineness to his features that might make some mistake him for a girl, but nobody who looks into his eyes will mistake him for a child for long.

Pain, and bitterness of years are there, and a certain knowledge...

And it all vanishes for a moment, in a flicker of pleased surprise when he sees where he is. Hao remembers Milliways. And while his previous self is away in another world, helping a lost spirit... Time means little at the end of it all.

His eyes flick around the bar, taking in what has changed, and what hasn't. The most prominent change, of course, is the new placard on the bartop. He clearly takes a moment to consider it, and then the amount by his name on the board... and by a second name on the board, one that makes him smile faintly, before stepping back out the door, and returning a moment later, carrying something wrapped in very soft-looking leather.

He approaches the bar, and lays the bundle on top of it.

"For me, and... the other one," he says softly. "Thank you. A coffee, and some curry bread, if you will," he adds, as the bundle vanishes, and both his debt, and the other one become just slightly negative. As the requested items appear, he hops up onto a barstool; all the better to see everything from.

He's still quite short in this life.

((ooc: please bear in mind, if you approach, that Hao is a mindreader, and actively hostile towards normal humans.

tiny tag: Hao Asakura))

bright-burning.livejournal.com

Time's passed, outside the bar. Enough time that when the door opens (handle hot to the touch, wood smoking around the edges) the woman who comes through is not quite right around the edges, shimmering like a heat mirage, bringing with her the strong smell of burning wood and ash. Barely visible through the door is half a ruined building, gutted by flames and falling to pieces.

The door shuts, and she looks around. It's been a while, but while she might look like a completely different person, there's something fundamental about her - maybe the smoke-scent, maybe the lighter she holds in her fingers, maybe the flames reflected in her eyes - that hasn't a changed a bit.

Welcome back, Fire.

[ooc: any questions, feel free to ping sociologychild at aim or faceinabook at gtalk]

shr1nk.livejournal.com

For the first time in a hell of a long time, Dr. Niles Crane is feeling quite chipper.

Tucked into a nice corner booth, he's enjoying a glass of wine and a copy of The Seattle Times. He only seems to be browsing the newspaper, however, a sign that he is open for conversation, should you have one, and should it be the sort of conversation in which things don't end in unceremonious karate chops.

Because, despite being on the road to becoming a trained assassin, he isn't yet at that stage where his definition of the word 'conversation' involves any sort of violence.

You have what's left of his sanity to thank for that.

[ tiny tag; niles crane ]

lissla-lissar.livejournal.com

OOM: Day Six the IV comes out.

realmrsreynolds

Sallie hid. She's not proud of it, but she hid. After this? You'd hide too.

She's done hiding though, but she hasn't convinced herself she's able to go home.

So here Sallie is.

Not hiding.

[ooc: Uh. Please to be pinging stephmuji pre-tagging.]

arealhistorian.livejournal.com

The house is big. It is, most definitely, a big house. But Abigail's been through every room in it, knows where everything is, and it pretty sure she also knows where everything isn't.

Like, for example, a bar. She's pretty sure that's not in the house. And she's really, really sure that it's not where her bedroom used to be.

She takes a hesitant step forward, glancing around wide-eyed, before straightening up and squaring her shoulders. Abigail Chase is nothing if not a practical woman, and if she's met creepy tunnels through tombs and rickety ancient staircases without turning away, she can certainly handle an unexpected bar.

Someone should probably let her know where she is, though.

likeamusical.livejournal.com

The sudden tab collection isn't a bother for Niki (as opposed to the mun's other pups, with the exception of the dead ones), which is really just the simple way of saying that she pays up upon getting downstairs and over to the bar.

The thing that is bothering her, however, is the reappearance (or rather, first appearance) of her door. She's never really had to contemplate choosing between staying and going, so it shouldn't be surprising that her reaction for the moment is finding a table and getting a drink.

She does remind herself, however, that she has to look the same as when she came in before going out.

To do otherwise would probably cause some unwanted investigation.

[ tiny tag; niki harris ]

mnt_mike

At first there was merely a Bar.
But then, in the flash of an instant there was a Bar and a sign; one of those cardboard stand-up-on-their-own kinds. You know, the ones with the little fold out leg in the back.
Curious how this sign just happened to appear out of thin air. Normally these sorts of things slowly make their way out of Bar's surface, but this thing seems to have....ninj'd, for lack of a better term.

EFFECTIVE IMMEDIATELY
All tabs must be repaid.
All debtors must be properly compensated.
All coffers must be adequately reimbursed.

In short: your days of freeloading have come to an ignominious end.^*
Mwhaha. Hahah. Ha. Ha.
Dynamite and kittens,
Bernard M. Wrangle
Head Barman

^*If you do not have the required experience for any of the positions we will be offering, do not qualify for the Manco Fund, and have no friends who can help you out, please apply to Captain Jack Sparrow (pirate) for a low-interest bridging loan.¹

¹The management makes no representations as to the trustworthiness of the financier, after all he is a pirate. The finacier is not FDIC insured. The financier is not affiliated with the Milliways Bar and Restaurant organization or its Management. Void where prohibited. All pirate financing will be subject to booty approval. Not valid in: HI, CA, AK, VT, NH, K-Y, ATT, MCI, FBI, KGB, SCA, AT-CG, CPCTC, EIEIO. This disclaimer is rated: Arrrr.

Remember, this is only a sign.
And curiously Barman Mike, and his Asst Barman Indy are no where to be seen.
Huh.
Funny that.

justdidntseeit

[ oom: cast me gently into morning for the night has been unkind ]

More than eighteen hours, two hot showers and three cups of coffee later, Kate still isn't sure what happened — if it happened at all.

She's in a booth near the back of the room, working on a mug of hot chocolate and a crossword.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ ( '70s sitcom Three's _______ ) welcome.

[ tiny plot tag: thy kingdom come ]

[ ooc: millitimed to monday ]

mandercommander.livejournal.com

Bonzo's in the Bar. He looks...well, far less bored than usual.

Granted, that's not saying much, but he actually looks rather not-bored.

Even so, conversation would be decidedly welcome.

hero_farmboy

It feels like Clark's been gone a lot longer than he actually has. A lot can happen in just a few seconds, apparently.

He's not really planning on staying very long - this is more just to make sure Milliways actually does exist than it is a social call - but one cup of coffee won't hurt.

Clark will just avoid the window if at all possible, thanks.

talkback.livejournal.com

So, Chase agreed he'd have a go at reading 1984, given how great Gert said it is. And, good to his word, he has.

He hasn't got very far, but you get marks for trying, right?

The book is currently sitting pages down on a seat, Chase having got distracted with bouncing a rubber ball off the rafters.

[ooc: Under new management, please ping guppymun if I should know anything :)]

http://users.livejournal.com/_estsanatlehi_/

Ana was carrying two boxes when she came through the door that night, one of them was almost like a beehive box, separated into compartments with a lid that slid off sideways. That one was filled with jars, one in each compartment, pigeonholed and clearly labeled. There was also a stack of empty teabags in each of the corner compartments, and larger, square, apothecary jars in each side, also labeled.

She set this on the first empty tabletop she came to, followed by the other one, which was smaller and contained an oil diffuser and a box of tea lights, as well as a few blue-glass dropper-capped bottles, also kept apart by slats, also just as clearly labeled.

On top of this went a manila envelope, and then she flopped down into a seat, sighing with the contentment of a job well done, flagging down a waitrat to order a mug of cider and a plate of cookies, keeping an eye on the crowd.

spooky-shrink.livejournal.com

Malcolm is down at the bar, paging through a copy of ~~The Dark is Rising~~ ~~Greenwitch~~ something that won’t canon-puncture pups on sight ~~despite his mun’s current obsession~~.

Let’s make it Ovid. That should be safe.

Anyway! Malcolm at the bar. Have at.

bring_a_sponge

Agent Zed is on his phone as the Door opens.

“...Like I said, you have executive authority. Bite me!”

“...Yeah, it’s Milliways. Anyway, like I was saying, I don’t give a shit what the Special Tasks Agents think, K. They’ll retain combat and operational authority, but while you’re there, you’re acting as my personal envoy. Full access to all initiatives, complete freedom of movement. If A or O get in your face, do whatever you have to.”

“Just don’t put ‘em in the damn field hospital. We need every Agent out there we’ve got.”

“...Right. ...Right. ...Whatever you decide.”

“All right, got to deal with the goddamn bar. “

“And, K? Keep your head down. Zed out.”

With a sigh, the Man in Black heads to the bar. It’s going to be a double bourbon night.