milliways_bar | May. 20th, 2008

May. 20th, 2008

Ray's been back in New York City for long enough now that a normal human would have readjusted to the time zone. Since Ray's circadian rhythms are pretty much shot to pieces thanks to his regular use of Milliways to catch up on sleep, jet lag threw up its hands at him and stalked off long ago, muttering under its breath about how the humans're too clever by half these days.

He hasn't had the chance to come back into Milliways since, as things've been too busy in New York. Yesterday, though, something very big went down in the city. The paper he gets from Bar bears this out, with a page five article on the commissioning of the first paranormal defense force unit: a squad of five, stationed in a former firehouse on Lexington and 125th, named the Harlem Hellfighters.

Ray can live with this.

boundxkitty

Elizabeth went home last night. She'd finished the paperwork she'd brought with and figured it was time to take it back to her world and finish whatever she'd left on her desk. And with the wereleopard out of the bar, it leaves it the perfect environment for her younger self to visit again.

So, the door opens and a figure stops just outside of the door. "I'll meet you there in a minute!" Is yelled over her shoulder before the high school student walks through the door. There's a pause and a smirk that says she's now and officially up to no good. Granted for her, no good means slacking on school by hanging out in a bar at the end of the universe.

So she moves to slide into a stool at the bar, dropping her backpack down at her feet. "Strawberry milkshake if you please?" There's the faintest hesitance because she's still new at this whole ordering from the bar itself stuff. But her face lights up in a grin as one appears.

So, high school age girl at the bar. If you know Elizabeth, you'll LOOOOOOOVE this version of her.

supaahiro

There's a face that's not often seen in the bar; maybe because he's been elsewhere in full mope. Or maybe because he's trying to figure some things out. Or maybe he just didn't want to be here, and realized he didn't have to be if he didn't want to be.

This seems to the 'main timeline' Hiro; no soulpatch. He's not reading his manga, or practicing with his sword today. Hiro is just enjoying the sunshine outside, with a lunch not far away from him. Not far from the inlet, he's halfway to a seaside holiday.

Too bad it doesn't seem to really be thrilling him. He's rather solemn, all things considered.

[Tinytag: Stark]

alorn-bear.livejournal.com

Belar wanders into the Bar from Mongolia and puts up his usual sign:

ANSWERING PRAYERS
BACK IN 15 MINUTES

SECURITY MEMBER ON DUTY AFTER THAT

Having done so, he settles back in his chair, starts glowing faintly blue, and lets the time on the sign decrement towards zero. Someone's going to have questions eventually, is how he sees it.

ostro_goth

There is a Goth by the fireplace, not wearing armour, very much awake despite the early hour, and having breakfast. For once, it is an alternative breakfast, of coffee made the way that young man Ianto recently recommended, and pancakes -- Roman style, with honey and black pepper.

Teja is reading a richly illustrated book about the history of surgical instruments -- not what many would choose as a reading matter during their breakfast, but he has promised to make some of those, of his folded steel, in shapes that would be familiar to the one he makes them for. Accordingly, Teja concentrates most on the chapters about Moorish Spain, which are, however, riddled with names in a dreadful language, impossible to remember, sounding far stranger than even the words in Japanese that Teja has heard from Inari, or Ryu Hayabusa, or read in his book on folding steel. It seems not only did these people oust the Visigoths, and invent a third One True Faith (as superfluous as the first two, in Teja's opinion), they also did that in a tongue none other may understand or pronounce. But, apparently, their contribution to medicine was amazing, so Rebecca of York has picked the right place to go to, at her time, to learn healing.

Still, Teja would not begrudge any man, woman or other being that came and distracted him from having to remember all those odd named beginning with 'Al-' He might even offer them some breakfast for it.-

ff-ambassador.livejournal.com

It's early afternoon and the perfect time for a cool drink. Inara slips into the bar and orders a tall glass of iced tea. She leans back against the bar, pondering taking her drink outside for a walk around the lake.

call-me-kick.livejournal.com

Kick is lounging on one of the couches near the fireplace today, looking very bored.

Even the chocolate milkshake she's holding doesn't seem to be as exciting as it should be, and Nero, the ever-growing wolfpup, is curled up at her feet, looking just as bored.

Yep.

antishinra

Hair swept back in a loose ponytail, Tifa's humming to herself as she sets up behind the bar. On the specials board she writes Half off anything blue!, and she's around early enough that under the half-off notice she doodles some decent stick-figure renditions of her ragtag circle of friends standing at a bar.

(The whole group, from Cloud, his spiky hair very noticeable, to Cid with his flight goggles to Vincent, cape swirling out behind him.)

Once she's done, she smiles to herself, dusts her hands off on her skirt, and leans against the bar attentively, ready to serve some drinks.

[ooc: Thanks for tagging, guys! ♥ You can expect threads to be picked up tomorrow!]

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

Ace is about two steps from a complete nervous breakdown.

Thus, it is time to break out the foam swords. They make a nifty 'baft' sound when you whack someone over the head with one.

Foam swords, and the bonfire equipment. Ace finds bigs fires soothing, go figure. So, bonfires (plural), s'more fixings, alcohol, and foam swords.

...

Makes for a great Tuesday night at the end of the universe.

(ooc: Threadhopping encouraged, party-thread rules apply. Annnnd go.)

bring_a_sponge

It's reached the point where Zed doesn't even stop walking when he ends up in Milliways. He just rolls his eyes in disgust on his way over to Bar. A minute later, and the Man in Black has a seat and a bourbon, and if the End of the Universe isn't looking any better, at least a glass of old Eli Lockhart's finest is making things somewhat more acceptable.

Which is when Zed's phone rings.

The phone he has with him now. In his Suit pocket. At the End of the Universe.

Zed jerks the thing from his pocket and stares at it like a man does a marmot that's about to sink its teeth into something dear and vital. The phone rings a few more times before Zed flicks it on and growls into it: "Who the hell--?"

"Hey, Chief! It's B!"

"B!? B?!? What the fu--? How the hell are you calling me here?"

"Well, I had this idea. Remember that Antikythera Generator we had lying around in the lab? Well, I figured if I just ran a shaft down to the Outer Core--you know, with that Iron Mole thing Perry left parked down on F level--?"

"B--."

"So, I sank a few cables down there--oh, by the way, the Mahars are still pissed off about that thing we did with the spent fuel rods that one time--."

"B--."

"Anyway, got that sucker hooked up and plugged into that prototype Jobs sent us last week. Had to swap out a few SIM cards, and I had a hell of a time not breaking warranty when I plugged a 25-meter satellite dish into the AUX port--."

Zed squints. "B... Let me get this straight: You tapped the Earth's core, so you could generate enough power for an MiB-issue iPhone to contact Milliways."

"Neat, huh? And how about that signal? The best part is we can keep the line open as long as you want. Well, unless that tectonic thing happens."

"Tectonic thing? Tectonic plates?"

"Yeah. W thinks there's a 10% chance of a 10.5 Richter 'incident' somewhere on Broadway. Probably around Zabar's. I told him he was nuts. We're talking 10.1, maybe 10.2, tops."

"B."

"Yeah, Chief?"

"Hang. The Fuck. Up. Now."

"Awww, but Chief....!"

Hopefully, Bar doesn't mind Zed banging his phone to bits on her countertop.

guppy_sandhu

[oom: Ward round. Mild off-screen violence warning]

Guppy? Not a happy bunny. Actually quite a cross bunny.

He's been to check on Atton and Will, and is now eating a large sandwich by the infirmary.

He'd quite like company, ~~unless it's Branden, who's going to get stabbed with a fork if he comes near.~~

de-vita-exire.livejournal.com

It's been a while since Hades has put in an appearance. He hasn't been in the best of moods, nor has he been in the worst. For the most part he's been in a state of mild apathy, doing his duties and nothing more.

He's quite visible where he is, seated on the floor, back to the fireplace. The warmth of the flames is somehow a comfort, and he;s sitting Indian-style, long legs crossed. Hades' back is ramrod straight, and it looks almost as though, every now and then, a tongue of flame will lash out to graze his shoulderblades. This does not, however, move the god at all.

His eyes are closed, mouth set in a thin line, dark hair framed by orange and red. The brilliance of the colours behind him seem to drain all normal colour from his features, leaving him in black and white, a figure carved in stone. And he very well might be; only the barest rising and falling of his chest suggests breathing, and otherwise, he does not budge.

[ tiny tag; hades ]

paragonsoldier.livejournal.com

[OOC: Millitimed to the day after the Santo plot.]

When Shepard comes downstairs in the morning, she sees something new, or at least something she hasn't seen in a while.

The Door's back.

She almost opens it and steps right through, but her sense of obligation stops her. There are people around here she needs to say goodbye to first - and a couple of people she has to take home with her.

Botherable, for a while.

[Tinytag: Commander Shepard, Tali'Zorah nar Rayya, Garrus Vakarian]

ff-ambassador.livejournal.com

[OOC:Before Serenity left Santo, Inara decided it was time for a little talk. Mal appropriately freaks.]

will_scarlett

Will snuck out of the infirmary, Atton's asleep or pretending to sleep and he just needs to move.

Guppy took out the IV so he's not hampered by that though it takes far too long to get to the fire.

When a rat looks at him questioningly he asks for mulled wine and gets hot chocolate and chicken soup.

Then he watches the door and the Bar, it feels so long since he was last here, a month in that Shadow's time.

exspdblue.livejournal.com

Sky wanders into the bar, once he notices where he is he pauses for a moment and then sighs. "Not this again..." He says to himself. He hasn't been to the bar in a long while and maybe he was getting used to it. Who knows other than Sky himself. He heads over to Bar and smiles a moment. "Can I get a coffee?" As it appears before him, he bites his lower lip and takes a look around. He thinks and then turns back to the bar.

This'll be interesting... He thought.