milliways_bar | May. 12th, 2008

May. 12th, 2008

lolzbombs.livejournal.com

There is one Gokudera, at the surface of the bar, with a stack of notebooks by him and another one he's filling up rapidly fast. He's been there awhile, and will probably be there awhile longer! Every single one of those notebooks has been filled today - about six in all.

But occasionally the thinking gets interrupted by a cat that's stalking up and down the surface of the bar, who swipes at his head or swipes a page out of the notebook and throws it away or eats it. If it's not pleased with his thinking path, it shows it - half the time by even pulling his hair or scratching at his face.

It's then that you hear the screams. :D

[ tinytag: gokudera hayato ]

river_meimei

River's settled down in front of an armchair by the fire. In front of her is an organized tangle of several strands of what looks like cotton embroidery floss, pinned to the chair seat. She's knotting them carefully into a long narrow band of stripes -- a friendship bracelet, or something that looks very much like one.

To her left is a small plastic bag containing more coils of colorful string, and draped over her knee are a few finished products.

She can occupy herself with this all evening, looks like.

[Tiny tag: Ben Wade, Meg Ford, Jo Harvelle]

cutting_edgex23

[OOM: On Santo, Jayne plays tour guide. And it all turns out to be an after school special. With explosives.]

dare-the-devil.livejournal.com

[Pre-Milliways: Elektra moves to a new home and upon going outside to practice finds herself in the Bar.]

The noise, the ambience... it wasn't home. And she'd lost count walking out of her home and into this place. But then again the counting that she normally did... it didn't mean a thing right now. No. Perhaps this had more to do with Kimagure but somehow she doubted that. It was... just wasn't possible. No. Everything was possible. Hearing another noise, she turns just as her door shuts and disappears.

Frowning she turns back around to the bar and it's patrons before sitting down. Milliways now has a very... disturbed assassin on it's hands. One that can't seem to figure out where exactly the bar came from. Because she highly doubts that it was outside her front door. And, no, she's not noticed the Observation window just yet. That might come a bit later.

[Tiny tag: Elektra Natchios]

slidingjennifer

[Pre-Milliways, 2008 (once removed): What will you do if we let you go home
And the plastic's all melted, and so has the chrome?]

[tinytag: Jennifer Landers]

Current Mood: cold

i-brained-clor.livejournal.com

Since he's on the run from SHIELD with boy genius Amadeus Cho, Hercules was not expecting the door he opened to bring him to a glorius bar.

So the 6' 5" tall barrel chested man (wearing a big yellow and green sash and, well, skirt combo) pauses, looking around for a moment. Then, with a mighty laugh, he walks straight up to the bar.

"A cask of thy finest ale!" he orders. "For it is glorious of Olympus to bestow such a gift on the Prince of Power as this tavern!"

[ooc: Here he is... Mister Hercules. Have at him in the bar proper, now :D]

[tiny tag: Hercules]

slayer_fray

Mel has dried blood on her upper lip as she climbs through the main door from her apartment. It's been a long,tiring day of various felonies (again), and she's late for her Security shift (again), even though all she really wants to do is have a shower and maybe screw the bartender's reptilian brains out.

Of course, thanks to having to actually pull a Security shift, and the stupid 'no nudity' rule, she can't do either right now.

Sulk. Stomp. Sulk. Table.

Fried paradoxes. Tequila.

Glare.

Milliways had better be quiet today.

artfowler.livejournal.com

You may or may not remember a boy; a very pale, chalky boy, appearing to be more vampire than human, who kept to himself a lot. He tended to occupy his time with a PowerBook? He once climbed a tree in a very expensive suit? And accidentally mistook Qatar for a planet instead of the Arab emirate in Southwest Asia? He cornered a man named Dennis into eating caviar for his own amusement?

No?

Well, his name was Artemis Fowl and for a brief time – rather like several months – he had been Bound to Milliways. And then, one day, he had disappeared. Presumably what had happened is that he had found the door unlocked one morning and returned to his world.

This, in fact, is true. Now, never you mind there being no evidence to support this claim. It happened. Deal with it.

Since then, many things, all of which will be revealed in time, have happened to the young Artemis Fowl. It's quite clear that the boy who enters now is not the same boy from before. He seems – dare we say – kinder, his expression softer. He's certainly older, now being fourteen in age, and looks more suited to be wearing suits, no longer appearing to be a child playing the role of a man.

Overall, the years have been very...interesting to Artemis Fowl the Second.

Now. If only he could remember what this place was called...

Ah, yes: "Milliways."

[OOC: Re-entrance for Artemis Fowl - same mun, same pup journal, no retcon. He is simply now arriving in Milliways following the events of The Lost Colony, the fifth book in his series, and before The Time Paradox, which comes out this summer.]

[tinytag: Bella Moriarty, Broghan, son of Macduff]

prob-japanese.livejournal.com

Bumblebee, when he hasn't been working with Sam, has been reading fanfiction. About himself and the other Autobots, specifically. Humans get some very weird ideas sometimes... most of which are the sort to make him snicker at inappropriate moments. We define 'inappropriate moments' as 'in Ironhide's presence' or 'anywhere that might get him asked for details'.

He and Carburetor both figure Milliways is safer than the base right now.

[tinytag: Tony Stark]

hopefulpoet.livejournal.com

Christian from 'Moulin Rouge', Finding himself far from home...

He needed a change of scenery.

His manuscript completed, he needed to get out of his garret, if only for a little while, and write something else. He wanted to start proof reading his story, as well, and he was out of alcohol, so there were several reasons why he pulled on his jacket and tucked his bulky manuscript into the inside pocket. Why he put on his hat and placed his heavy Underwood typewriter under one arm. Why he took the meager cash he has remaining from the box he hides it in and shoved it into his pants pockets.

Christian opened the door awkwardly, and shuffled into the hall, locking the door behind him. Then he took the stairs - the clunky elevator was broken again, anyway - to the street five floors below. He waved to the people he knew, had a brief duet about sunny days with one of the vegetable vendors - still uncertain where the orchestra was coming from for their song - and headed for the pastry shop. Madame Du Bois would provide a meal in exchange for a poem, and she had said that she was making her special tomato soup for lunch today.

He approached her shop, opened the door, and staggered in a bit. Clearing the typewriter through the entry occupied his attention, and when the door closed behind him and he turned to smile at Madame -

Well, that's when he realized he was in the wrong place.

He was in some sort of... bar?

[OOC: Should anyone be interested: A summary of his story prior to arriving in the bar, referencing Moulin Rouge, is in his Bio. A few posts of what he's been doing since the end of the film are in his journal. Thank you.]

[OOC: Further note, I might be slow, as I'm on EST and working and have an annoying headache...]

Current Location: Paris, France, 1900, and then...
Current Music: Street performer with a violin...

pirate-gibbs.livejournal.com

There is a very happy pirate in the Bar today. On the table in front of him are four swords, three knives, several shiny objects, a few items that he really has no idea what they are, and some coin from a faraway place called Santo. Some of the items can be sold at home, the rest will no doubt find a home in the Bar. All will fund food and drink for some time to come.

All except one of the swords, plain looking but in better condition than his old sword and also far more durable, he would guess. This sword is his now, a souvenir from Santo he actually paid for (albeit with a generous contribution from the planetarium). Gibbs is practically beaming. He should visit Mal's strange and impossible future more often.

[ooc: work-inspired slowtime likely]

seewhatyoumean.livejournal.com

Cassandra is, perhaps, a bit disappointed in how poorly she has done against her current target. The other one is very sneaky, and has excellent defenses. Oracle had warned her, but she hadn't expected it to be this hard.

Now, though, Cass is ready. She has a secret weapon and a new plan. As she sits in the rafters, eyes sweeping back and forth across the bar, she smiles.

[tinytag: Assassin]

hermajestysfury

Sir Nicholas, having worked very hard since his arm got even remotely healed, is about at the point where he's getting ready to return to Earth 420. (Not that he thinks of it as Earth 420, but it's an easy narrative split between that and his home.)

He's polishing his armor to be certain that the last of the damage is fixed, he's checking his gloves, and he's seated in jeans and a T-shirt because that's what will blend in back on Earth. In so much as he can blend in, with a face as well known as his is, even this long after Nick Fury of 420 died.

slidingjennifer

[OOM: What will you do when the label comes off
And the plastic's all melted and the chrome is too soft?]

[Tinytag: Jennifer Landers]

Current Mood: determined

boundxkitty

The front door opens and Elizabeth walks into the bar, and for once she doesn't look even the slightest part surprised. More like she'd been expecting to end up here, which she had actually. She's got an arm full of paperwork that needs to be done for the Cafe, and where better to spend her time doing it than this lovely place.

She stops briefly at the bar to place an order of food and then settles into a booth. By the time the waitrat brings her the order of food, there is paperwork everywhere. And the food ends up taking over the rest of the table. She'll be here and available for distractions all night, so feel free to be that nice distraction.

flail_victoria

There is a young vampire sitting at a table poking at a bowl of broth. She can't eat it.

Sigh.

What to do, she can't go back, there is no door. She's not enjoying herself at all.

Please come and bother the bored girl.

lissla-lissar.livejournal.com

Lissar is wearing her necklace outside of her shirt for once, the picture of Ironhide and herself proudly shown. She's also wearing her Autobot shirt, her jeans, and a pair of sandals. She convinced Bar to cough up Cerium's stats...which is causing slightly worried beeps to issue from the mine which is currently clinging to her left arm. The dogs, however, don't care.

acts_of_gord

[OOM: For Gordon Freeman, the only way out was through. From Lambda, he made the jump to a border-world called Xen.

The less said about certain battles there, the better.

Others, though... other struggles were of more import. They brought him at the last to the battle he never thought to survive, let alone win. But win he did... or so he thought.]

The bar door opens in a gust of brilliant green light. A single armored human figure staggers out of it, stumbles; the light vanishes, and the door with it. Gordon Freeman barely avoids collapsing to the floor, although the Oompa-Loompas are probably going to want a word with him about how crowbars really oughtn't to be used as substitutes for canes...

They would be well advised, however, to time their talk most carefully. A man whose armor- whose eyeglasses- are covered in that much blood, that much yellow-grey ichor- is probably not going to be very tractable over matters of not damaging the floor. He's too busy panting, frantically trying to remember how to breathe without pain, to notice much else for a few moments. Eventually, though, he looks up and very nearly laughs. "Of all the places..." Gordon shakes his head. "Is this real? Am I here? I want a damn sandwich, if it is."

His legs wobble again, and he starts looking for better support than leaning on a woefully inadequate length of metal.

[tinytag: Ella Harkins, Sir Nicholas Fury, Gordon Freeman]

shakemy-hand.livejournal.com

He was still here, in this human filth.

A mean and hungry Wraith itching for time to feed, and a door to let him back to his hive.

He sat staring at a bowl of soup and a glass of wine. Yes he can eat human food, but it gives him no sustenance.

WARNING: Be careful, he knows the rules, but he is very cranky at the moment, so choose your words well.

born-running.livejournal.com

Luke is in the bar.

Luke is in the bar with a notebook.

A notebook in which there is writings on the subject of temperature and social standing ('cool' vs. 'uncool'), unacceptable variations on this subject ('icy' is not a compliment), and a strange view that appears to be incompatable ('hot' considered attractive).

Feel free to bother him before his brain overheats from the strain of slang.

notapurpledino.livejournal.com

When Barney Stinson steps out through the door, he pauses.

"This isn't MacLaren's," he says, glancing around. He's looking lost, despite his attempts to look cool.

Poor guy.

[Tiny Tag: Barney Stinson, Hedwig Robinson]

3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com

It's a pleasant evening outside.

In the wake of some target practice at her private shooting range and a short jog through the woods, Goldilocks is sitting on a rock by the lake, cooling off as the sun slips behind Belar's mountains. Sneakers, yoga pants and a plain black t-shirt make up her exercise apparel, and a shoulder-slung towel and a water bottle complete the ensemble... if you don't count the sundry handguns that are concealed about her person.

[tiny-tag: assassin, jo harvelle]

re_mybrains

The front door, apparently, is fascinating.

No, really. Or at any rate, Tom apparently thinks so, because he's frowning at it like he's going to be tested on the grain pattern in an hour and he wants to get an A.

He's seated at a table not too far from the Bar, pondering the door over a Mountain Dew.

(Part of him is thinking I'm really gonna miss Mountain Dew, man.)

collects_ears

Written on the Specials board in large, carefully written letters.

ASK THE BARMAN. (No really. Ask the Barman)

Underneath that, the specials are listed.

"Tonight's specials are A.T.B., Baltic Murder Mystery, Caribbean Orange Liqueur and The Dark Side."

Come get a drink!

"What'll it be?"

works-in-space.livejournal.com

[OOM: At the edge of Federation territory, things are about to change.]

gonna_live

[On Santo:

A night out.]

guppy_sandhu

Guppy is in his conspicuous position, reading a medical journal of some descripton.

Now and again he picks at an exploded cake and eats a lump of it.

Mmm, exploded cake.

eirenikos

Due to the magic of millitime, Eirene is outside before the sun goes down today. She's been studying up on the American sport of football (not to be confused with the European sport of football, which is called soccer in America) and has set up a large hoop on one of the tree branches that overhang the training grounds.

She's also armed with a football. Come watch the former goddess try and get the ball through the hoop more than once every twenty tries.

[tiny!tag: Eirene, Emperor Norton]
[mun will be around for a couple hours and then beg slowtime. EP open until tomorrow night]

hero_farmboy

[OOM: Life is full of hard truths.]

slidingjennifer

[Out of Milliways: What would you do if the people you knew
Were the plastic that melted and the chromium too?]

[Tinytag: Jennifer Landers]

Current Mood: scared

mogget_cat

There is an albino young man dressed all in white on the couch, tonight. The guitar in his hands is as stark white as his clothing, its sounds gentle as Yrael's fingers move deftly over the strings.

He's in a reflective mood, tonight, and would be quite willing to play for any who would listen.

young_tmriddle

OOM: On a fine day on Santo, Tom and Door leave Ingress at the beach for a fun day with her favorite spaceship captain. Marco Polo ensues.

The happy (and child-free) couple meander to the market where someone with their family name meets his progenitors. Santo's Wizarding world is revealed, and Openers of the future discussed.

Afterwards, relaxing on the beach is the only thing left to do, and Tom and Ingress have a familial moment.

All in all, it's a fabulous holiday on a beautiful world.

slayer_fray

The Security member on duty is Melaka Fray, who for the last few minutes has been having a serious conversation at a table with the head bartender.

Right up until the bartender in question shed his bathrobe and boxers without any prior warning.

Now, there's a small woman with dyed hair carrying a naked ex-turtle in a fireman's lift across the bar floor, her expression deadly serious. Or possibly deadpan.

Then the office door opens, and closes.

And then there is silence.

(The office, fortunately, is soundproof.)

(Ro-Man's cell isn't.)

nothawkingbird.livejournal.com

The Kate who strode through the door was very different from her usual self. For one thing, her expression was cold, her blue eyes bright and hard. Her mannerisms as she moved, suggesting a panther in her gait. She only noted the door working to this place with an idle shrug, and doesn't know yet she was one of the people currently being sought as missing. She did scan her surroundings to seek out someone. No, he's somewhere else. And briefly her expression slipped into one of melancholy and worry, remembering that recent strange dream that she was sure she saw him. Only to lose him again.

The cold expression came up again, and her hand came up to move a chair closer with magic for sitting. Definitely something up with her.

(ooc: one time deal for bar, Kate with demon self in charge. Catch her if you can before she vanishes back into Shadows and plotty And this EP's open for a while for taggage..)

[tiny tag: Demeter]