milliways_bar | Jun. 2nd, 2008

Jun. 2nd, 2008

assassinbourne.livejournal.com

He's outside, laid on the ground with a sniper rifle in hand. Blue-gray eyes look through the scope at his target and when it hits, it hits dead on. Bullseye... well, okay, right through the heart is more like it.

We doubt he's going to notice anyone. The assassin is off in his own little world. After all, if your memories aren't completely there and headaches are constant... Would you notice anyone? Or would you practice the only thing that seems remotely comfortable and familiar to you.

works-in-space.livejournal.com

The Enterprise was finally in space again, though Jim was annoyed as yet again Starfleet decided his skills were needed on a quasi-diplomatic mission. The Klingons had finally declared the colony at Nimbus III, the "Planet of Galactic Peace," a failure, and were recalling their ambassador. The Federation, in turn, wanted to bring its man there home with the one ship bound to get the message to the Klingons that such things weren't taken lightly. Jim agreed that such a message would be wise, but really didn't care to play interstellar ferry pilot. And didn't want to play the usual games with the Klingons. Not when he'd rather be exploring.

Then to add to matters, word came from Earth that Admiral Robert April, first man to command the original NCC-1701 Enterprise, had passed on at the age of 92. Jim didn't know April very well, but they shared a bond of command and he was not happy he would have to miss the memorial in favor of his assignment.

So when the door to the Bar appeared today, Jim was glad to away from his duties. He took a seat near the Observation Window, ordered a brandy, and though about absent friends.

[ooc: This EP is dedicated to the memories of three men who were part of the creative team on the original Star Trek and who have passed away in the last two weeks: director Joseph Pevney, composer Alexander Courage, and producer Robert Justman.

Slowtime for work is likely]

Current Mood: somber

stubborn-annie.livejournal.com

Annie's been much too busy these past few weeks to try anything new in her kitchens, but all that's past now. She's finally got time to breathe, sit back, yell at her workers, and tinker a bit. For Bar purposes that translates into a sizable container of extremely thin, crisp biscuits (the Americans would call them cookies), a sign indicating that they contain hazelnut flour, and a somewhat larger sign indicating that the biscuits are free but that anyone who tampers with them will be severely hurt.

That set up on her table, she settles back in her chair to relax at last.

shecalledmefred.livejournal.com

[ Halifax, 2008: Logistical problems.

petit tags: ouranos, paul varjak ]

gone_byebye

Ecto's at the SEC offices with all her financial documentation. Again. Ray and Winston had to get up to the Hellfighters' site by taxi today. Later on, there's a meeting with Z'so-ben'so in Brooklyn- but for now Ray is stealing a few extra moments out of his day by coming to Milliways and just not thinking about all that.

You can't get green stuff like what he's got in his glass anywhere else, after all.

hopeless-son.livejournal.com

The Brand that enters the bar is not a happy camper. His plans were getting more frustrating by the minute with commanders who thought their own additions would be suitable. They were wrong. Sometime it was nice to see heads roll but not when it was a teeth grinding experience.

Slouching into a barstool he leaned forward, frowning. "Something stronger than brandy this time please, Bar," laying a coin upon the surface he accepted the bottle of rum that appeared.

Totally botherable..to a degree.

***

Sometime after his discussion with Eric, and a good portion of the rum gone (okay probably about three bottles. Amberites can hold their drink!) Brand comes up with an idea. The way the conversation went he gathered that Kate was still alive- a factor into the equation of his plans he was not pleased about.

So sitting back he pulled from Shadow exactly what he was looking for, an arrangement of flowers: blue monkshood, yellow carnation, red petunias, white oleander, and orange mock. All ment to be given to her upon her next visit.

[tinytag: Brand of Amber, Eric O'Grady]

badinlatin

Mal comes into the bar, looking very harried. He drops off three pieces of paper, one significantly larger than the others:

Lilly:

Check with Bill.

Mal.

Bill:

See attached. I signed it during Cubefall; figured all the changing going on should help it along. Good luck.

Mal.

( See attached. )

And back he goes to Serenity. He doesn't want to be here if it doesn't work.

scurlock

[oom: last night, out near the inlet]

Sometime in the early afternoon, Doc makes his way downstairs, with a few pieces of paper in his hand. Three, to be exact. All are left with the bar with instructions to deliver them the next time each patron stops by to get a drink or check for notes.

( Jim Craig )

( Attila )

( Billy )

With those dropped off, Doc finds himself a booth and settles in to contemplate both the visions from the night before and the things he has to come to terms with before he heads back out that door with guns blazing.

(The best way to do this, of course, is to people watch while eating a plate of various types of Chinese food, and drinking a glass of water to try and stop the throbbing in his head from his peyote-tea hangover he's currently dealing with.)

Botherable.

OOC: My apologies to both Jim & Attila's muns for dropping the ball on this for so long, RL has been keeping me super busy so I figured this was the easiest way to take care of things. Congratulations, you're hired! Just have them leave a note or something with Bar so I can make note of when they should be working, but really, it's up to you guys. If you have any questions, give me a ping.

3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com

The back door flies open, and in comes Goldilocks carrying a half-empty water pistol. She's running hard, and she doesn't slow up in the slightest as she charges on through the bar. Despite frequent checks over her shoulder for something or someone that is possibly pursuing her, she looks more invigorated than scared, and there seems to be definite purpose in the route that she's taking.

A few empty chairs are knocked over and an anonymous customer is shoved rudely aside before she reaches her objective, which happens to be the door to the garage elevator. Thankfully, the elevator is up. Once the doors have opened, the Fable darts inside and stabs at the correct button for the basement level. The doors start to slide shut again with that instantly recognizable THX sound effect...

[tiny-tag: assassin]

[ooc: plot-locked]

mysideyourside.livejournal.com

Stark is soooo glad the bar is back to normal. His manic attacks now no longer being aggravated, he sits almost serenely at the bar.

He is playing with animal crackers. Thank you, Bar, for giving them to him. He's even making little voices as he does so.

And yes, the extra fun part is how half the animals are strange to him, since he's not of Earth.

eirenikos

[After discovering that Chloe had a bit of a bad week, Eirene heads straight to Smallville. This visit turns out more interesting than the first.]

The door opens, inevitably, allowing two patrons entrance into Milliways. One, the first through the door, is a large farmboy in plaid and denim. His expression, as per usual, is pretty hard to read. The second patron is much shorter, female and blonde, also clad in plaid and denim, who stops dead in her tracks to look around. Sure, it hasn't even been two days since she was gone, but still -- everything is exactly as it should be. Okay, almost everything. Her expression is one of absolute delight.

"Groovy. I owe you a drink, don't I. Anything you want is on me."

[tiny tag: Eirene, Delysia Lafosse]
[ooc: Two pups, two muns, have at. EP open until someone's brain breaks or we pass out.]

shecalledmefred.livejournal.com

A new desk, a new chair, a new desk lamp, a new location -- and no inspiration. If I weren't so terrified of admitting I'm blocked I'd ask Ouranos why his great-granddaughters were slacking on the job. Instead, I am sprawled out on a couch by the fire, reading a book, hoping I can get a little inspiration through osmosis.

[ petit tag: paul varjak ]

tobeclosetohim

Happy Hour set up takes longer than usual.

Blame the fact the bartender was distracted by karoke craziness when she stepped in.

Distracted by the racket, Jo kept looking over, smiling and shaking her head, as she went through her set up.

The board was wiped and she wrote:

Specials:
Dance With A Dream
Frozen Girl Scout
Jade Knife

A free drink if you karaoke

Settling her hands on the bar top, she called out: "Happy Hour's on!"

[OOC: To get the free drink you have to link to where you sing, even if it's only the beginning of your thread.

Closing at 11 pm. Hope you all enjoyed, and threads can slowtime or fade as muns want.

Tiny Tag: Jo Harvelle, Delysia Lafosse, Anastasia Krupnik]

morethanavoice.livejournal.com

Delysia is still very, very new to the concept of Milliways. Last time she arrived here (no matter how many nice people she met), she almost arrived in her dressing gown and oh, the scandal that might've been.

Would've been fun, maybe.

Now that she's back, it's slightly easier for Delysia - dressed in a powder-blue suit and her favorite hat - to maneuver the bar area. The pink...box, in the corner? Probably just draws her eye because of the sparkle to it.

Oh.

"A microphone? I've never seen one that small before..."

Picking up the microphone triggers the television screen beyond it, and the mike is forced upwards by Delysia's own hand, no matter how much the expression on her face demands that the microphone be dropped.

Where's a man to save her when she needs one?

( 'Give Him the Ooh-La-La', by Cole Porter. )

Even when she's only halfway through, she eases into it. Delysia is a lounge singer, after all.

She just hopes the machine will turn off, afterward.

[ooc: This serves as both an EP for Delysia if you would like to thread and an ABSOLUTELY OPEN POST FOR THE EVIL KARAOKE MACHINE. TAG. SING. INFLICT HARM.]

[tinytag: Delysia Lafosse]

bringonthewonder

At this point in her life, there are very few things Angela Montenegro would be willing to say she never thought she would see.

But her father and his bandmates as a backing band on American Idol was, she has discovered, one of the few she'd have to leave on that list.

She's trying to decide whether she's wildly amused or just plain horrified.

The jury's still out, but she's starting to edge towards giggling.

notanarc.livejournal.com

[ooc: Two pups, one mun! Have at!]

Byers is sitting at the table off to the side of the bar tonight, marking the latest layout of The Lone Gunman for errors.

There are a few misplaced letters here and there -- his fault, he was in a rush to get this to print -- and one or two layout flaws, but it's nothing his red pen can't handle.

-------------------------------------------------------------------

Nick is outside, strolling around the lake with Nero. It's an absolutely gorgeous night out, and it's about time he spent some quality time with the wolf.

Hopefully, the walk will help clear his head. He's been thinking about the same things far too often, lately, and he's convinced that his thoughts are the culprits behind the gray hairs he found the other night.

foxy-l33t.livejournal.com

[OOM: Laini gets to work. She is but one Fox- what can she do?

Plenty.]

mything_person

[OOM: When you have troubles, it's best if you have friends.]

Jerry's back in the bar. Outside actually - normally, his sleep cycle doesn't bring much sunlight. Milliways has a completely different set of times available though, and Scotland is north enough that days are longer now.

So, comparative mythographer in a deck chair, a paper being marked over in red ink accompanied by muttering in Ancient Greek and a bright orange flag marking him a hazard to navigation.

Feel free to bother.

Tiny tag: Jerry Lukacs

shufti

[oom: The Terrible Twos take their toll]

There is a two-year-old rebel coming downstairs on his own, with just a little glance to see if Mummy has caught up yet. Mummy always catches up eventually...

Oh look, a waitrat! Jack grabs the unexpecting member of staff in both his little hands.

"You're the baby." he declares, transferring the surprised rat into a cradling position and toddling over to the nearest table, where he finds a discarded glass of water.

"Baby need bath!" he picks the rat up again and starts to hold it over the glass of water. The rat wriggles out of his grip and darts away.

Jack looks disappointed. Then he looks around for Mummy...

Who still hasn't caught up...

Oh look, another waitrat! Yoink!

"Now you're the baby."

[tinytag: Jack Manackle]

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

Ace likes to collect bits of this and that she finds along the way. Usually it's broken (sometimes it's her fault), which means she spends a lot of time tinkering with things that really aren't from Earth. Or from the twenty-first century. Right now she's at a table, her toolbox open on top, as she tinkers with a squarish machine that's she's pretty sure is a holographic recording device.

Pretty sure.

It's either that, or... something else.

(ooc: Open until it scrolls off the page or the Daleks take over Earth. Again.)

453-died-angry.livejournal.com

Note in one hand, glass of water in the other, Attila looks around the bar with a view to finding someone who can read.

That would probably be about everyone but him, he assumes, but how many would be prepared to act as amanuensis.

All he can do is ask.

captainryan.livejournal.com

Captain Ryan's been outside for the past several days. That's where he was when Cubefall started and he wasn't interested in risking an unwanted transformation. Since these things usually last about a week, he hasn't bothered checking back till now.

Well. The place seems to be back to the Milliways standard. He arches an eyebrow before coming inside and heading over to Bar. "What was it this time?" he asks her, frowning. A napkin appears and Ryan looks it over. "It's voluntary for once?" Another napkin, and Ryan nods.

"Still, can't say I'm sorry I missed it."

[Gordon Freeman]

guppy_sandhu

Guppy would appear to be making party hats on his table.

Walk-in clinic
The doctor is in

anchor-branded.livejournal.com

We're still figuring out the timeline on this, but sometime a little while ago-

[OOM: Joris and X talk out by the lakeside. Topics include demons, shooting people you shouldn't, and more demons.]

[Tag: Joris]