milliways_bar | Feb. 26th, 2008

Feb. 26th, 2008

Sariel?

Has had a case of the disappearing door again.

That is to say, the door's started jumping about on her world's side of things, and she's been correspondingly scarce of late. So much for the entrance stabilizing in her closet...

But now it's apparently decided to turn up for her; there's a glimpse of grey hallway wall over her shoulder for the second she's framed in the doorway. then she's through, and the sliding panel's hissing closed behind her. "... Oh." Beat. "In the corridor?" She doesn't sound displeased, at least.

She's almost to Bar before she notices that tab collection sign. "Oh, lovely..." She's fishing a credit chip out of a uniform pocket all the same, depositing it on Bar's surface and leaning to murmur something quietly to the wood. "Could this be for mine, and Dale Harding's as well?"

The chip vanishes, then reappears, and though the number of credits to Sariel's name has dipped, at least her tab and a friend's have zeroed out. "Thank you, Bar."

She ends up seated on the nearest barstool. There's miso soup in front of her, which she's slowly eating in between scanning the room carefully for friends. Her expression is equal parts generally serious and concerned; guess who doesn't know the nightmares have stopped?

((Not!tag: Tanya Adams))

Current Mood: worried

river_meimei

[OOM: Last night, some time after the battles in Andrew's world, River went outside.

And she and Galadan talked.

Of the future, and the present, and the past. To some degree.]

redcatalina.livejournal.com

Two days hiding in her room are enough; the hangover is gone, food was obtained earlier, and having made herself presentable, Catalina is outside practicing with sword and dagger. The exercise is a good way to not think about the fool she made of herself recently.

Parry and thrust, lash and block, slash and dodge, the six basics from eight directions, forty-eight movements in a hundred and forty-four sequences of defense and attack. The repetition turns it into a form of meditation, clearing her mind.

And it looks fairly impressive too.

[Catalina Erantzo]

immortalthief

Amanda is closely reading the notice on the board about the debt collection and she looks a little irritated and worried. She has paid some of it off already with her last trip to Tokyo but other then that she has no means of income, even if she could go home. So she stands reading and re-reading the notice trying to figure out what she is going to do.

mycursedface

[OoM: Fathers, be good to your daughters]

torch-reporter.livejournal.com

As much as Chloe Sullivan could have started her day with a cup of coffee from the Talon, she decided to take the extra five steps to Milliways. If anyone asks, it's because the coffee is clearly better here. The real truth of the matter? She's curious. She wants to know if Riley's come back yet.

A bar stool is comfortable enough, so Chloe stays by the bar with her latte. She has a copy of the Planet that she brought with her spread out on the surface by her. But the reading isn't as consuming as it ought to be.

mit-probie.livejournal.com

The things that he will do sometimes to get the bad guy. He runs into the car wash and comes out in...Milliways? He looks around, "Not now." he turns and the door is gone. "Please. I need to get back."

Drip, drip, drip. Realizing that he is dripping on the floor he hurries over to the bar to get a towel. He see's the notice on the board but doesn't pay it much mind, he doesn't keep a tab.

not-toothfairy.livejournal.com

When Ironhide emerges from the garage today, his armor is positively gleaming. Lissar was well enough to get her car-care kit out and give his alt form a really good wash and polish today, and it shows. He'll be looking into movies for the both of them later, but today he's heading out back for laser accuracy practice. Even he appreciates precision at times.

missginnytonic.livejournal.com

Ginny walks in to the bar with a smile on her face and a roll of parchment under her arm. While talking to a couple Muggle friends at school she’s gotten an idea; on how to get out of bar debt and maybe help others also. Sitting at a table she opens her parchment and smiles at what she had written.

Got Bar Tab?

Then this may be the thing for you. I was talking to friends and got an idea.

singles auction, it seems like something that would help. I don’t think you have

to be single. Just offer companionship for sale. You know just a friend

for the evening or day depending one what is worked out. Don’t have

a tab but still want to play? Simply play then donate it to a fund or friend that

didn’t want to participate. Or keep the cash there is no rule that says you have

to apply it to any bar tab. For questions, inquiries or just plan curious.

See Ginny Weasley.

Ginny smiles placing a sign on her table then puts one on the message board. Sitting at a table she orders a cup of tea and smiles to her self.

[Tiny!tag: Juliette Paxton, Glados]

[ooc: Open Till the tags are over. Slow times welcome. Please anyone that wants to may tag.]

mechanicalswans

In a bit of numismatic irony, American coins (including the brass dollars) are mostly copper--except for pennies, which are mostly zinc.

This has very little to do with anything, except that Weyland has busied himself, the past few days, with defacing currency in pursuit of creation. Or, possibly, to turn the $4.73 in pocket change he'd brought with him into something of much more value, just in case. It's best to make the most of what you have, when you don't know when you'll be able to get more.

Either way, he has turned his handful of change into a handful of feathers--swan feathers, to be precise, only smaller and varying in color between copper and silver--and currently, he is at a table near the bar, turning a length of wire into a length of chain to string the feathers on.

He doesn't mind company, and he is even not smoking at the moment, as the forge has given him his share of dirty air for the day.

[tiny tag: Weyland]

dreamer_fray

So, Harth had been leaning on Bar - on his left arm, the right shoulder's mostly healed, but still painful - feeling bored after the other day's action.

But then a napkin appears in front of him. He stares for a second.

Says, "Seriously?"

The answer, apparently, is yes. Seriously.

With a grin, he vaults over and ducks underneath to rummage around behind the bar, bringing out a cocktail recipe book. He flicks through a few pages, mostly in the section beginning with B.

"Leave it in my hands," he says, all but rubbing his hands together and cackling, and grabs a piece of red chalk and heads for the Specials board.

HAPPY HOUR - Half off

Bloody Brit
Bloody Mary
Bloody Maria
Blood of Satan

Bloody Surprise

Taste one without asking for the recipe, you can have it free.

Occasionally, as discovers new ideas in the book, between serving people, he writes new names on the board. Icluding some he makes up. Fear.

[OOC: ~~On pause for half an hour while I grab dinner. Back soon!~~

And as of 02:50am GMT, I am GONE and bartending is closed. Slowtimes all around? Good night!]

[Tinytags: Richard MacDuff, Pirate King]

sime-channel.livejournal.com

With the last of the Gens at House Prime finally recovered, Suzi is able to come back into the bar. Tab and jewelry notice are seen, and replied to as necessary, then she looks around to see who and what has changed since she was last in. It hasn't actually been that long, but hey. Things change daily around here.

lissla-lissar.livejournal.com

Washing Ironhide is a pretty taxing job when fully healthy. When still recovering from the flu it's rather harder, but it was good to go and scour each inch of him to a brilliant polish. Even though she needed a nap afterward, and is still fairly tired, Lissar feels better for having spent so much of the day with him.

Now she's curled up on the couch watching the dogs do their hopeful rounds of people with food. Every now and then she quietly calls one or another away from the patron they're potentially annoying, but for the most part she just watches.

awesome_lilly

Lilly is seated at the bar with a number of papers spread out before her. One of them is a to-do list:

write Jayne note re: nightmares, lack of.

make sign about awesomeness of brothel for hiring

ditto, re: nightclub

ditto ditto, re: newspaper

make list of songs for Puss

buy knives

also milk

http://users.livejournal.com/_romana_/

Romanadvortrelundar is not a happy little Time Lord. Ostentatiously she is reading a heavy, leather-bound book by the fire, her metal dog sitting beside her and amusing himself however it is metal dogs amuse themselves when not actively being required to do anything.

Actually, she is listening to the little metal dog provide ten minute updates on the information the TARDIS' sensors are telling him. If No-name so much as twitches in the wrong direction, all attempt at diplomacy will come to a swift end.

hero_farmboy

After finishing up his work at home, Clark found himself back in Milliwyas for reasons not terribly mysterious, but he'll likely not admit to them.

He dropped off an envelope at the bar for a certain singing feline and is now sitting near the fire, flipping through a book. There's a cup of coffee nearby, but chances are it's gone cold by now, as Clark's more or less forgotten it's there.

gonna_live

When the front door opens, the first figure in isn't the one in a black coat.

[Plotlocked -- apologies!]

ostro_goth

[[OOM: Teja and Asher in St. Louis]]

The door opens, and Teja enters, nodding thanks to somebody on the other side before the door closes again.

For him, it have been five nights and four days -- he does not dare staying out longer, being dead. He has to wish to fade to a ghost.

It was nearly morning in the place he just left, so he walks up to the bar to order breakfast -- tea, bread, moretum, olives -- and find out how long he has been gone.

A week, it seems. During that week, a potential problem seems to have arisen -- and solved, in Teja's absence. Teja marvels at the generosity of the goddess, but beyond deciding to find her and properly thank her, he thinks nothing of it. It will not change much -- he will be able to afford perfecting his art, and maybe refusing the occasional commission if it is offered with bad grace, or sounds unchallenging.

With his breakfast, Teja makes his way to the fireplace, still wearing the modern clothes he had put on for St. Louis. First, find people and hear news of all the things that were still happening, a week ago. Then, maybe, later, he will go out to the forge and pick up things, and maybe spar with the sparring droid Atton has given him.

Returning to Milliways almost feels like coming home already.-

[[Tinytag: Tonio Treschi]]

stuck-mynock.livejournal.com

It's Atton who walks in, certainly. It's also very clear that he's not from the same time as the regular Atton - Somewhat less clear is that he's from a possible future.

He's quite easy to recognise, because he really doesn't look at all different. Maybe a line or two around the eyes that wasn't there when he left, but apart from that, not much. Except the missing arm - That's quite different. Frequent Atton-viewers will note that he had two intact arms when he left, missing finger notwithstanding, and now his right arm is all stumped just above the elbow.

He doesn't seem especially bothered by it. It looks like it's been that way for a while, not that it's easy to see. Hidden by the rather heavy cloak he has draped over his shoulders.

He seems to be momentarily stunned by the presence of the bar. Quick, go poke him, he might fall over.

is-listening.livejournal.com

[ooc: Slowtimes are now in effect -- post will remain open all night, though! :D]

There is a radio psychiatrist in the bar tonight, seated in a booth far away from everything, and right now he's in the middle of a SUPER EXCITING staring contest with what looks to be a giant slab of meatloaf.

Sometimes, Bar has a very sick, very twisted, very bad sense of humor.

Frasier doesn't find this funny at all.

He's really waiting for it to sprout legs and scurry away.

Help?

Tinytag: Frasier Crane

gone_byebye

Once again, there is a small sign up reading NOT ACTUALLY RAYMOND STANTZ. However, this time there is another sign next to it:

Pnakotus will be making contact tonight. I can verify his condition then.

Hopefully, that will defuse the worst of the troublemakers, and give him a little time in which to read up some more while he waits.

[Tinytag: The Great Librarian]

guppy_sandhu

The doctor is in

Guppy's sign is up, but he's actually just asleep on top of his paperwork.

As usual, he has managed to doze off in a position that, if he were to move his elbow slightly, would result in a cold cup of coffee falling off the table.

Perfectly proddable if anyone were to want medical attention or anything...

cant_kim

[Millitimed to some days ago:

OOM: Kim returns to London, and bad news.

Rated LE for Lengthy Exposition.]

awesome_lilly

Before going to bed, Lilly drops a note off at the bar.

"Hey, next time someone's heading to Serenity, can you give them this to give to Jayne?"

It's just a note.

agirllost

It's been months.

Between taking care of Angie, helping out at Michelle's business, planning a wedding, nudging her soon to be step-mom to go for something a little more traditional, and searching for other work, she's been a busy girl.

She opens the door to Staples, meaning to pick up a new flat screen monitor, and instead finds herself in Milliways.

A moment later she's looking for a credit card with enough balance left to cover her tab.

She hopes the credit card company doesn't ask about purchases made in other dimensions.

Someone might want to let her know that a few items have fallen out of her oversized purse.

[ooc: Yes, mun hasn't been around in ages and is sick now but misses you guys!]

spooky-shrink.livejournal.com

Considering the past few weeks, Malcolm is glad to see the infirmary grow a little quieter again. He's back to one of the chairs by the fire, dozing, one finger keeping his place in his copy of Ovid. (Toward the end of book iv, as it happens.)

Fortunately, his customary glass of scotch is empty, in case an overzealous waitrat takes it away while Malcolm is sleeping.

bring_a_sponge

Agent Zed is perfectly aware that spending time in Milliways only prolongs the agony of his waiting to hear what K will find on his current mission. But for once the Man in Black is in denial. Or maybe it's the bourbon.

Of course, just because Zed is here by choice doesn't mean he isn't still in a foul mood.

Not like that's anything unusual

leapsineternity.livejournal.com

[OOM: So where has Ray been all this time?

Well.

Ray's

been

very

VERY

busy.]

The door swings open to reveal a room built to very, very tall specifications- tables, arches, high-swinging lamps, and row after row of what might be books receding into the distance. It's hard to say for certain, though, because the form that somehow manages to squeeze itself through the door takes up most of the available space- and we do mean most. The being that enters is at lest ten feet tall, possessed of two clawed arms, a three-eyed, betentacled head on a thick, long neck, and four red trumpet-like outgrowths from its upper back. Its overall body shape is conelike, and somewhat wrinkly and ridgy.

It blinks all three of its eyes, sweeps the room with its gaze, and then says with remarkable cheer, "Oh, sweet!"

[Tinytag: The Great Librarian]