milliways_bar | May. 31st, 2008

May. 31st, 2008

graycloakdlight.livejournal.com

(millitimed to "late last night"; mun couldn't log in due to computer woes)

Luccio had gone into Bar for a short time Friday morning, and been questioned as to whether she wanted to revert to her human form at midnight.
For no surprise, she'd been achingly tempted. Neither body was truly "her" in any event...and the possibilities that came with this one were a greater joy than she could've imagined. She'd felt none of the old pain and disorientation
of her stolen/adopted human form, and a sense of power and life that no mortal wizard could hope to possess.

Then, she thought of her human friends,family, the world she'd left behind.
What would it cost them, if they lost another Warden? Who would pay for her escape? It wasn't egotism on her part but hard fact: Captain Luccio, the wizard and protector, was needed there for while longer. She couldn't even be sure that she'd be able to go home, if she made the transformation permanent.
She did want to, she realized.
Take the gift, be grateful, cherish what you've done and learned, and then
let it go. A lesson she'd learned, over a century ago. Truth still held.

She went for one last long flight, soaring high, a dance among the clouds, flames of a hundred vivid colors trailing in her wake as the sky darkened.

Then, she returned to the earth, a few minutes before midnight.

Not long afterward, a smiling, brown-haired human female, a knowing look in her eyes, walked into the bar. She tucked a feather with brilliant crimson and gold plumage away into a coat pocket.

Luccio left a request with Bar, that any Cybertronians' next rounds be put on her tab, with a brief anonymous note, Thank you for sharing your holiday with us. This was--amazing. Viva Cubefall!

She went upstairs, finding herself still happy, but tired.

((could not get online to do this sooner. But millitimed reaction tags or threads welcome if anyone likes))

childofathos

This morning when Teyla comes down the stairs, there is a door where previously there had not been, and she finds herself strangely hesitant to step through it. It seems far too long since she was in Atlantis, and the tug of homesickness is strong.

But she has at least one piece of business to attend to before she can leave, so she sits at the bar and calmly requests paper and pen. She has only recently learned to write, so her lettering is simple, but she was a quick learner, and before long, she has finished her note, which she folds and neatly addresses to:

( Captain James Kirk )

She pulls her rods from her belt and leaves them and the note with Bar, quietly asking her to ensure that they find Jim.

She does not rush to her door, but her steps are determined, and she casts one final look over her shoulder before stepping through.

[tiny!tag: Teyla Emmagen]

unweeping-stone.livejournal.com

There are times, it seems, when the bar at the end of the universe isn't as bustling. When there are periods better suited for curling up with a good book, or taking a nap.

Or making an escape.

The people here are too wary now, too on-guard. This place has sustained them for over a year now, but now the risks outweigh the benefits.

Perhaps one of the patrons sees a stone statue standing beside the foot of the stairs, like a butler forever waiting for his next orders.

Perhaps one of the patrons sees a weeping angel at the Bar, even though stone can't drink and drown its sorrows.

Perhaps the lights flicker, strangely, as the front door creaks.

Or maybe it's just their imagination. Everything is back to normal, now.

lissla-lissar.livejournal.com

Lissar is in the bar wearing blue jeans with oil stains on them, no shoes, a black tank top, and black gloves that cover her to the shoulders. They aren't leather, although they have some of the same look to them.

She loves those gloves. So much. Enough that she's stopping at Bar and placing an order to be given to Demyx when next he checks in; saltwater taffy, and an iPod filled with...things. Specifically, Lissar set it on Bar and said, "Please, fill it with a random assortment of things he might enjoy. Fill it completely."

Then she headed outside to play with the dogs and drones who followed her here.

will_scarlett

Will's feeling happy, last night was wonderful and being a fox was quite relaxing also he's not on antibiotics anymore.

Thus he's celebrating by sitting in a booth savoring the taste of a mug of ale as he eats some fish and chips.

visible_sariel

OOM. Sariel should really have learned by now that you can never trust a Milliways door.

Rated C for canon and S for spoilers for the Next Generation episodes Face Of The Enemy and Tapestry, extremely minor ones for the latter and huge ones for the former.

This OOM alternately titled 'where Sariel's been while her mun's been moving cross-country.'

Current Mood: okay

landlesslord

[OOM: Marian and her father have an encounter with the Sheriff, after which Guy is prevailed upon for aid.]

re_mybrains

So. Today's the day. Go time. D-Day. The final countdown.

. . . you get the picture. Insert your own cliche here.

Tom is at a table by the door, keeping an eye out for his compatriots. His backpack's on the floor beside him.

He'd considered getting coffee, but judging from the way he's drumming his fingers incessantly, he doesn't really need the extra nervous energy.

[ooc: Plot-locked.]

nothawkingbird.livejournal.com

Kate was wearing her fencing uniform while she was out back, and practicing her forms. She had been out there since this morning. Her only breaks were to practice the magic Branden had taught her, and remembering what she found in his notes. It was odd, that other side had been quiet now, and yet she still had the feeling that she was being coached somehow. It was strange, but she just focused harder on her practice.

wellthrownstone.livejournal.com

[OOM: The first of many assignments AKA No Rest for, well, Garion]

The door opened and Garion of Riva, dressed very unGarionlike made his way to the counter. He didn't exactly look weary so much as faintly annoyed and he wasn't exactly hungry so much as he wanted something tasty to chew on to distract him from being annoyed. If he was any other Alorn, he'd probably have asked for an ale, but that seemed almost like overkill for what he'd been asked to do.

Garion got a milkshake, a hamburger, and some onion rings instead before settling in for a while.

hero_farmboy

[OOM: While Bizarro has fun in Milliways, Clark takes yet another emotional hit. Fortunately, things get a little better, enough that he's able to turn his attention back on the Bizarro Clark problem, and enlist some help to come up with a plan. All that's left? The final confrontation.]

[tiny!tag: Bizarro]

re_mybrains

[OOM: Over a year ago, Tom got chased into Milliways by a shamble of zombies. Turns out they're still there -- but this time Tom's brought reinforcements.

Some of the party isn't so thrilled to see the undead again. Some of the party, on the other hand, is having a blast. And some of the party is content to rain death from above in a businesslike manner.

It turns out, though, that just because the zombies are dead doesn't mean the drama's over.]

[Warnings for language, some serious zombie-gore, and angst.]

willeatanything.livejournal.com

"Awwwwwww I missed it?" he says after being told about Cubefall.

Emile looks a bit saddened to find out he'd missed a whole three days of unexpected-but-not-unwelcomed change to the bar.

"ALL of it?"

The Random Unnamed Patron© nods, and Emile scuffs a paw.

"I really wanted to be a computer mouse again," he mumbles petulantly, but then catches a whiff of something good coming from the kitchen area.

Nothing cheers up Emile like food does, or helps him get out of feeling depressed about Missing Out.

[Mini Tag: Emile]

Current Mood: hungry

gone_byebye

The SEC investigation into Ecto's activities continues apace. Ray's participation in this was interrupted today by a phone call from further north in the city, about an incident on 96th Street. When he pointed out to Janine that that was Hellfighter territory now, he was promptly informed that the caller was one of the Hellfighters.

It's been one of those days. Ray's got a mug of Ovaltine and a plate of something fried and vaguely incomprehensible-looking. He reserves the right to bite anyone who tries to take either away.

not_lugosi

Bela is not happy. She is not happy in the least.

All that money. All that money she'd worked so hard to get, and all for nothing. It didn't even work, and now she's back to square one. She's tired of ending up at square one.

Twenty-four seemed so long away even last year.

"A martini, please," she says, sliding onto a barstool. "Make it very dry."

un_fallen

Raguel's not quite sure how he let himself be talked into this, but it's bound to be bad news turning down the head tenders, so he walks behind the comfortingly solid wooden surface of Bar and tries to look like he's done this in the last hundred years or so. After a nervous glance around, he writes this on the blackboard in careful print:

Specials:

Beer Breezer
Flaming Dr. Pepper
Beer (all)

That done, he turns back a little more confidently.

[OOC: Up for new threads till midnight EST!]

victoryisboring.livejournal.com

At an out of the way table Mai sits with a cup of steaming tea. She's not actually drinking it at the moment. Instead she's peeled off one of her dark fingerless gloves and is turning it over and over in her hands examining it for weak stitching or minute rips.

A girl must be careful with her appearance, after all.

accipiterpuella.livejournal.com

When a door to Milliways opens, just after Elle's return, it admits Andrew, Shaun, and a grim Hawkgirl with a burning unhappiness radiating from her body.

Five people went zombie hunting, and four have come back.

Kendra's green and yellow costume is rather spectacularly spattered with drops of drying blood and other bits of biomass.

"We made it. Is everyone really okay? If we've got splatter, it mighht be wipe down and clothes burning time."

The door they just came through is stared at briefly with a palpable hostility. Before she succumbs to the temptation to yank it open - or yank it off its hinges, if she can - she turns to Andrew and Shaun, snapping open a pouch on her hip to extract three bloodied cloths.

"By the way, anybody got a light? I'm burning these."

ostro_goth

[[OOM: "You and me, baby, ain't nothing but mythical creatures,
So let's do it like they do it on Greek vase paintings..."

Strongest of warnings on that thread!! Anything sexual that squicks you and makes you wish to gouge your eyes out? Is probably in it!!]]

Even after truly earth-shattering events, the sun will rise the next morning on a day that looks much like the last, fresh and a bit misty, full of green smells from the gardens where people are working, and with bath and coffee to be taken, or shared; with cats to be fed and projects to be worked on.

So this morning finds Teja, no longer a centaur but secretly glad that he has been one, in the forge, constructing a cat-flap. The door is open, at the moment, the cats are flitting about outside, now chasing birds, now observing their human (suddenly with four less hooves, and ordinary feet instead!) beating on something. Teja has already sawn out the ends of two boards from the forge door, and is at present constructing a hinge that can swing either way, so the cats will get in and out of the forge as they please.

He would be quite welcoming to friends, strangers, the merely curious, or those that would commission some work.-

fiery_ring

"Carlotta Brown, I have never been so embarrassed!"

Carlotta walks in, shutting, not slamming the door behind her. She lets out a quiet torrent of irate Spanish and then bounces her way up to the rafters.

[tinytag: Carlotta Brown]

necessary_child

[OOM: The morning after this, Sam and Ianto wake up. There is a surprising lack of coffee.

Warnings for adult content in the second thread, and cuteness in both.]

unhingedwarlock.livejournal.com

A man and his not-actually-a-horse walk into a bar.

Badum-CHING.

...if you were wondering, that noise was actually the sound of Fess's hooves on the floor. No, really.

Rod had been in the middle of asking his faithful steed about the world they'd just landed on when he realized they'd left it. The first clue was the complete change in venue. The second, the aforementioned 'ching'. The third?

The click right behind his ear.

"Dammit, Fess."

Apparently, the standing order not to try and figure out how they'd come to the end of the Universe (or the logistics at the end of the Universe, or really anything to do with the end of the Universe) had been overwritten at some point. Or burned out. Or reconfigured due to new experiences. It had, after all, been over ten years since the last time they'd come.

That didn't mean it wasn't fricking annoying.

[tinytag: rod gallowglass]

acts_of_gord

Gordon's been spending a lot of time in the Milliways library today. It's a suitable way to spend the time, in his estimation, and it's better than sitting in the main room of a bar all day. Sometime before sunset, though, the urge to be somewhere that would let him see everything around him, instead of relying on the walls to keep him safe, got kind of overwhelming. He's out by the firing range now, setting up a few targets and pondering what to do with the paintball guns he got from Bar.

[tinytag: Gordon Freeman]

cpd-blackkitten.livejournal.com

Karrin Murphy has been in a lot of weird places. That happens if you hang around Harry Dresden too long. But she never expected to find one of those places on the other side of her own front door.

She very carefully and slowly reaches into her coat and unsnaps the strap on her shoulder holster, but doesn't draw the gun just yet. No one seems to be paying much attention to her at the moment, and she'd prefer to keep it that way.

Under her breath, though, she mutters something inappropriate about wizards and things they can do with their staffs.

[tag: karrin murphy]

cutting_edgex23

[OOM: Being a teenage killing machine with a crush is highly unpleasant. Fortunately another experimental killing machine is around to help. If help is the right word.]

[ooc: warning for violence]

[tinytag: alec (X5-494)]

guppy_sandhu

Walk-in clinic
The doctor is in

Guppy is working his way through the puzzles on the back of today's newspaper.

mago_sonriente

Of course, he could have stayed in his own world for one of those (and he was sure his Tia Martina made the best margaritas in the known or unknown multiverse), but he really hadn't been in often enough and he was hoping to see some people. Some Agnes-shaped people. Or heck, Harry. Anyone. He'd been far too busy lately and he needed to talk. He was here as much for the company as for the drinks.

He wasn't drinking a margarita (when you've had the best, why have the rest?); instead, he sipped gingerly at a michaelada and started working on some nachos at the bar.

mistressmaryquitecontrary

[OOM: Things happen in Yorkshire.

. . . blame the Loompas.]

jaded-dale.livejournal.com

[OOM: Allan had a plan to get lucky to save himself from getting weak. It didn't turn out exactly as he had planned. As brave as he tried to be when the plan failed old habits seemed to die hard and with Guy's assistance not so well at all.]

[tinytag: Allan A Dale]

naiad-burial.livejournal.com

((OOM: BREAKFAST MENU

Fresh Seasonal Fruit Plate 6.00

Basket of Breakfast Breads - Fruit Bread, Croissants, Muffins 6.75

Bowl of House-made Granola, Milk 5.75

Steamed Steel Cut Oats, Sun Dried Cranberries, Brown Sugar, Milk 7.25

Two Eggs, Applewood Smoked Bacon, Home Fried Potatoes, Toast 9.75 ))

[Tag: Lucrecia Crescent]

spooky-shrink.livejournal.com

Malcolm's been in the bar, but he's been spending more than his usual time in the infirmary (so the other doctors can get a chance to sleep now and then). He'd been thinking the place had gotten quiet again after that business with the nightmares. As expected, that didn't last long.

But if thing's aren't actually 'quiet' again, at least they've slowed to a more measured pace. So he's taking a night off to enjoy a scotch or two and see who's around.