milliways_bar | Apr. 17th, 2008

Apr. 17th, 2008

pwnuall.livejournal.com

[OOM: Millitimed to before this, at 11:25 am, a hospitalized Simca wakes from her coma and seeks comfort from her favorite Crow; they talk until they run out of things to say, and then rest. Some conclusions are reached, some obscured, but at the end of the conversation, one thing is clear: it may not be over, but it's, for just a little while, getting better than worse.]

[tinytags: minami ikki

summary by Simca's player, not me! :D]

irredeemableant.livejournal.com

Eric bursts through the door to Milliways... as much as someone two inches tall 'bursts' into anything. He falls to his knees, and TEKs back to full size. He rips off his helmet fully, coughing and sputtering after he does so. There's blood trickling down from his nose, his eye is already started to show bruising, he's an absolute mess.

He crawls over to a table and sits. A waitrat stops by and he manages to order to order a bottle of vodka. Because drinking will solve his problem of just getting his ass kicked by KIA. Really.

He is very botherable.

gone_byebye

Ray's fairly quiet in the Bar today. He's got his holocomputer on the table in front of him. The overly complicated three-dimensional circuitry model he's working on has pretty much captured his attention.

It'd almost be endearing if it weren't for the look of utter grimness in his expression of concentration.

i-scare-monstrs.livejournal.com

Under one of the booths, there is a small toddler. A small toddler who managed to get away from every single adult she's met since she's been here. She considers herself talented that way.

What's she doing, you ask? WELL! She's building herself a fort, of course! The adults were kind enough to provide her with sippy cups, blankets, teddies and other Awesome Things, so she's got them all together under the table and is playing with them. Except for the blankets. Those are draped over the sides of the table (as best a two year old can) to make it more FORT-LIKE.

Feel free to stop, gawk, stare and of course join!

gotham-knocking.livejournal.com

It's the return of the World's Greatest Reporter! (That's what his mug once again.) And today, he reading the sports pages. The Mets lost again.

Come say hi.

mnt_mike

Once upon a time there was a wall. Or rather, what appeared to be a wall. It did all sorts of wall'like things. It held up the ceiling, it divided space into two different types of space, and more importantly it didn't move.

That is until now, when it started to move. Why did it move? Because really that wall was a door, and it did all sorts of things that doors. Things like dividing space into two types of space and more importantly it allowed things to move between those two spaces.

Things like people.
People like Mike.

He coughs as he makes his way through the door that he seriously thought was a wall.
He's still wearing his silver break away Minion suit, only now it's covered in dustbunnies, hence the coughing.

"Seriously here guys, dusting. You should totally look into it."

Five small voices laugh from the darkness.

"Yeah, that's what I thought. Thanks for the rescue."

And with that, the door closes and returns to its wall-like state.

oh-wowee.livejournal.com

GUESS WHO'S BACK!

Toki tumbled through the door and laughed brightly as he found that the door still led to the bar. He was practically buzzing with excitement!
"Wowee! Dis place never changes! Hello Window! Hello, Miss Bar! Hello fireplace! I can't believes I been gone SO LONG!"

He set his guitar down near the fireplace, before running up to the bar and giving it a big hug. "I miss yous a lot!" He was rewarded with a big tankard of ale and a plate of cookies and sweets.

"You remembers..." He whispered fondly, almost choked up. "I can't believes it."

Our favorite Norwegian Rock God is back! Come say hi!

yucca-isnt-porn.livejournal.com

There is a Not!Ray in the bar tonight, bunkered in a corner booth. There are two notable things about him currently. One, he has enough anti-water defensive gear to tip off anyone stalking him that yes he knows you're onto and he's very prepared to deal with you.

Two, he's reading a book on tips for beating this little game that he bought from the bar. If someone got too close, they could probably make out the title before getting drenched.

The 7 Habits of Highly Effective Pirates.

The paperback edition.

He hasn't gotten past the first chapter yet.

[Tiny Tag: Assassin, Mother]

lissla-lissar.livejournal.com

Lissar settles into the couch, curled up on the end with the other two thirds filled by dogs. She's got a small meal, a considering expression, and a Halo study guide with her.

basic_powers

Since getting knocked out of the game a few days earlier, Tyler went back home to take care of some business there. Namely, buying up all the pulls from his comic box at the shop and bringing them in here for safe keeping. He'll head out to the treefort in a bit, after he finishes off his paradoxes and finds Enzo.

Ever since the guys threw down the gauntlet with the girls over fortess wars he's been leery of going to the fort by himself.
[OOC: Sorry folks, plot-locked]

Current Mood: worried

feminine-menace.livejournal.com

YT's sitting at a table with a good view of the Observation Window, nursing a vodka sour and wearing a thoughtful and slightly troubled expression. Her chin is settled on her crossed arms, which are in turn resting on the table.

Right now she wishes that Milliways didn't let her cheat time: she would prefer to wait out what's going on back home here in the bar, but as it is, she'll have to go back and pick up where she left off.

gondolin-noble.livejournal.com

Generally, things move in a sequential order through time. This includes door appearances to Milliways. But every once in a while, this poor elf appears when he really ought to be somewhere else, and definitely somewhen else entirely, and he can't even have a prior history here to fall back on.

This is one of those times.

Last time he came from a battle, he looked wild and nearly barbaric, drenched in blood. Tonight, he looks tired, and while there is plenty of blood on the blue and silver of his clothes and armor, there's also a fair amount of ash and soot. This drawn out siege action is an entirely different beast than the running battle of Gondolin.

rt-5478.livejournal.com

Artie managed to make a 'kill' earlier this week. Now he has a new target. One that's going to be very challenging indeed. This calls for some serious thought.

He's currently seated on the couch, nursing a banana-avocado smoothie and thinking Very Very Hard.

[tinytag: assassin]

Current Mood: contemplative

seewhatyoumean.livejournal.com

~~Through the wonders of Millitime...~~

Two oversized mugs slam down on a table near the bar. Those Milliways patrons with enhanced hearing will notice a sharp rise in the heartrates of the two occupants of that table, and those who are watching for it will notice massive pupil dilation as the caffeine begins to settle in.

Those with a nose for trouble will realize that, now that Cassandra and Stitch have consumed far more coffee than anyone ever should, a disaster beyond all imagination will occur.

Come be part of it. You know you want to.

[ooc: Cass and Stitch have just finished the worst contest idea ever: who can drink coffee the fastest. It was close, and now the consequences kick in. Two muns with two hyper-active pups. You know you want to tag...]

[tinytag: Assassins]

guppy_sandhu

Guppy spent most of the early evening being questioned by Frogspawn's sister (who wanted to check that the strange man her sister had suddenly moved in with was suitable), and then lugging second hand furniture over from a house five streets away.

Progress was made: his house now has a table. Though they did get stopped by the police for carrying it down the road.

Right now he is at his usual spot near the infirmary, with a newspaper in which he is doing the crossword.

'4 down. Pump to celebrate (8)'

And his sign is up.

Walk-in clinic
The doctor is in

New? Confused? Free tea and marshmallows!

leapingdoctor.livejournal.com

Bingo.

That's the last thing Sam remembers from before he leaped.

(Well, that and wiping out the Eastern seaboard with a hairdryer. Sort of. He remembers the hairdryer, at least, and it's the little things that count, right?)

Keeping in with the apparent sadism of Whoever's leaping him through space and time, Sam finds himself... well, lacking clothing of any kind. It's amazing how fast that boy can steal himself a tablecloth when given adequate incentive.

Where's that Fermi-Suit when you need it?

(For the record, there's always a convenient obstacle blocking off the important bits. Ah, the magic of ~~television~~ Milliways.)

Once he's got that around him, well, then he has a chance to look up, see the bar, and...

"Oh boy."

Is the universe supposed to be exploding like that?

{'Unexpected naked Sam is actually semi-expected!' - Sasha

By which the munagement means, Sam Beckett has been rebooted and tossed in from the end of "Double Identity". Feel free to poke fun at the farmboy.

EDIT: Aaaand bedtime. Slowtime is love.}

mogget_cat

The not'cat eventually wakes up from its nap, but it doesn't exactly remember why. It had... some obligation. Something it's supposed to do?

Oh. Right. Happy hour.

It leaps off the counter top, disappearing for a moment behind the bar. When the now-human-shaped Yrael stands, grinning, he gets down to business.

He finds some green chalk in his pocket, probably filched from the bar some time in the past, and writes up the Specials for the night, flipping through a book of drink recipes as he goes.

SPECIALS!

Bird of Paradise
Bluebird
Hummingbird
Black Bird
Fat Cat

That done, he snaps the book closed and grins at the bar.

"Evening, all. What can I get for you?"

Current Mood: businesslike

corsec-jedi.livejournal.com

Stre-e-e-e-etch. Corran yawns as he wakes up. He sits up, opens his eyes, looks around--

"SON OF THE SITH!"

The young CorSec agent springs off the couch, hand flying to blaster, until he recognizes where he is. He drags his hand across his face, and looks around for Iella.

Although... you'd think she'd be nearby with a tranquilizer lately, at the rate they've been tracking criminals. Black Sun had been getting belligerent lately, and they'd having trouble tracking Bossk, all while still dealing with Loor... It'd keep anyone awake.

Well, that's what Corran is now. Wide awake.

[OOC: LOOK! IT'S BACK! A MISSING MUN RETURNS!]

k_in_black

Considering they only have Agents K and Zed to go by, the patrons of Milliways could be forgiven for thinking bourbon must be for Men in Black what water is for most other sentient lifeforms.

Actually, that's not far from the truth.

But there are no sure things in the multiverse (something else most Milliways patrons know all too well), and tonight K and Zed are staring at a metric fuckton of fresh reports and spectroscopic data streams and who knows what else from that recent (and bloody) operation at the Rimiran colony.

And that means tonight is a night for coffee.

In fact, there's Zed now, growling at poor, innocent Bar: "Coffee. And I want it black. Black! Black as that bastard Landlord's soul."

K, meanwhile, is amused as he takes the next bar seat over. "Make mine with a shot of Kahlua, Darlin'."

After all. One of them ought to try being civil tonight.

[ooc: MiBs here mainly for caffeine-ridden mayhem with Cass and Stitch, but thread's not locked.]

mechanicalswans

(A package is left at the bar, addressed to Scarlet.)

[tinytag: Weyland]

blumekinde.livejournal.com

[millitimed after this]

There's a red-caped girl wandering around Milliways, looking more than a little lost.

You see, she's decided that she's spent too long in this strange place and that it's time for her to go home. There's just one problem: she can't find the door that she came in from.

Someone help her out, please?

[tinytag: Klara Prast]

nita_callahan

There's a point near the end of the school year where any student starts to get antsy and ready to just get away. Luckily, when you're a wizard -- especially one with access to the End of the Universe -- you have a few more options when it comes to indulging that desire.

Unfortunately, it doesn't get you off homework, which is why Nita's got books -- a calc textbook, a notebook, and a copy of Cry, the Beloved Country -- scattered on her table. She's not making much headway, though, judging from the fact that she's got her chin propped on her hand and is people-watching absently.

Milliways people are so much more interesting than school. Come on.

[tinytag: assasins, bella moriarty]

theflyingsquirl

One human-squirrel hybrid, over by the fire.

Reading a newspaper, if 'newspaper' is the right word for the sort of tabloid chock-full of articles about how the ghost of the Titanic has been seen off Florida with Elvis as the on-deck entertainment, or how there is a race of alligator-people living in Central Park.

Oh, sure, it's mostly fake, but some of it is true.

Not the alligator people, though. He scoffs at the existence of other human-animal mutants.

Pretty botherable.

[tiny tags: assassin, squirrel]

torch-reporter.livejournal.com

Everything has an ending.

And when a place that was your haven isn't anymore, it's time to leave.

There's nothing left here anymore. Chloe had stayed since the fight, trying to convince herself otherwise. Vainly hoping that Riley would forgive her. But he hasn't. She knows he never will.

It's time to move on. Make a clean break and start over. No Riley, no Clark, nothing but her vendetta against Lex. It'll make for a short life. But it'll make for a successful life.

When she walks out of Milliways this time, the door closes with an audible click. Tears flow down her face. Meteor freaks don't get happy endings after all.

toxic_perfume

Tiny blonde inna bar.

Specifically, perched on a barstool, sipping something almost exactly the same vivid red as the filmy scarf trailing from the shoulders of her black jumpsuit.

She's people-watching again. It's become her primary form of entertainment here.