milliways_bar | Jun. 10th, 2008

Jun. 10th, 2008

Amanda is sitting at a table trying to knitt but her eyes are on the door, yes the door that has appeared. The knitting more like a ball of knots. Her hands almost shaking. Though if you come by she may pretend like she is alright and not completely terrified, really she will.

notapurpledino.livejournal.com

Barney is both ticked off and not wearing a suit this morning. He's in a green shirt and pants, for reasons you'd have to ask him.

He is frowning and poking at a bowl of some multi-grain cereal. It doesn't make him an old person, just health conscious.

He'd love to grumble about Ted at someone.

autocommander.livejournal.com

[OOM: Someone gets a package.]

The Door opens, and a box slides in, which is followed by Optimus.

He scoops up the box, walking across the bar making a whistling sound. He stops at the bar to get a Sharpie and a piece of paper, patting her and thanking her for all her help.

Then he settles down, and writes a small sign which attaches to the box:

FREE CYBERTRONIAN PLUSHIES

TO A GOOD HOME

There's plushies of Optimus, Bumblebee, Ratchet, Silverbolt, and Jetfire.

They only made one Ironhide, and that's sitting next to the box with it's own sign: "Don't Even Think It. Grr."

Someone's in a puckish mood.

[tinytag: Jack Priest]

candied-rabbit.livejournal.com

Today, a rabbit-boy saunters into the Bar, wearing his schoolgirl uniform and toting his bunny-shaped backpack on his shoulders. More importantly, for the moment, he carries a sizable stack of papers in his arms, which he happily begins to post up, settle on tables, and generally make available to the general public.

The things are printed, thanks to his trilingual abilities, in English, Japanese, and German. Translated, however, they all read roughly the same:

" BAND MEMBERS WANTED!!! :D!!

High school student/aspiring musician seeks anyone interested in forming a band to play, discuss, and have fun with musical stuff!

Ability to play an instrument and/or sing preferred.

All inquiries should be directed to Momiji Sohma! (photo attached!)"

Beneath the text is, as promised, a pair of pictures of the blond teen, one of him in his usual, schooltime attire, the other of him as a white, fluffy rabbit. Just in case.

Once he's dealt with all of his flyers, the bun bounds over to the Bar and settles down on a stool. He has time for a snack, before he goes back to class, right?

Right.

alittle-priest.livejournal.com

There was no door where an overheard conversation or two said there was a door, at least not for him. There was a door where an overheard conversation or two said there was an area where one might go to enjoy the outdoors. Said outdoors consisted of a field, a lake, a forest, and a number of mountains in the distance. Other than the mountains, it reminded him a little of the trip he and Sebastien had taken to Scotland once though it was a little too temperate, in his opinion, to be an exact duplicate. He resolved to examine some of the flora and fauna to provide further information.

There were rooms upstairs, one of which he'd taken for the night and the foreseeable future. He'd been pleased to find that a bit of written communication had allowed the counter to extract payment from his accounts; it would cause the bankers no small amount of befuddlement and no doubt confuse even Sebastien, but he chose to withdraw his funds from where they sat and apply them to his balance here. Better safe than sorry and he might as well have access to his money, after all.

And so, some work done for the morning, Jack settled at the counter and ordered himself a hearty breakfast. Usually, he ate like a still-growing lad for all that he was no longer a teenager (whatever he looked like) but today he was just... ravenous. It was a bit queer, but Jack had enough adjusting to make that he wasn't about to start wondering about largely untroublesome questions.

[tinytag: Jack Priest]

cloakandclaw

[ On his first daily sweep through the bar, Vincent receives Lucrecia's note. After taking a moment to read it, he looks down at the room key in his palm, folds the note away into a hidden pocket, and makes his way quickly upstairs to reclaim his room... with some small amount of regret. ]

wheatencrown

Demeter is enjoying the hot weather and is outside working on a rather large container garden.

Her dress is rather Greek, which means its a thin linen chiton that doesn't leave much to the imagination, but she's cool.

She's considering taking a break and taking a swim soon, but first she needs to makes sure this rosemary does what its supposed to.

Tiny tag: Demeter, Eirene

thatinyourpipe.livejournal.com

Well, well. So here's that famous place he's heard so much about! The bar with the view to the end of the universe, and the woods filled with demon bunnies. (He actually came in that way, and walked in through the back door)

Hello, Milliways, have another faun. The faun if you will. Pan.
No, of course he's not wearing pants over the goat legs, they chafe.

And why yes, he is in fact happy to see you. Very happy indeed.

Somebody will have to inform the wood god of the rules, any volunteers?

[tiny tag: Pan, Ouranos, Eirene, Pomona, Kore/Persephone]
(ooc: this EP's open until it's off the first page) EDIT: Also, anybody in the bar might have heard this sudden shout from the panic inducing god. Feel free to react in threads or not. :D

aj_crawley

OOM:

II Samuel 18:33
June 10th

will_scarlett

Will walks up to the Bar after a slightly more restful day and gets a note and grins as he hops behind Bar and tries to figure out the specials.

Specials
Your local beer or ale.
Bourbon Black Hawk
Mandarine Passion

Then he smiles and waits to see who arrives.

politestpirate.livejournal.com

Wellard has been trying to recall the last time he was sick. Dark magic, opiate withdrawls and various bodily injuries do not really count. Oddly, the answer is sometime well before he ever arrived at Milliways.

At least, that was the last time before now. And he is actually feeling somewhat better today- hence the reason why Wellard is downstairs in the bar, with a book and a cup of tea. As he has reassured Finn many times, it is just a cold. Even he can tell that much, and no, he does not need to go to the infirmary for it.

(Tea can cure all ills.)

nothawkingbird.livejournal.com

(OOM: Upstairs, Kate and Will try to relax some recent tension with massages, showers, and other interesting ways. Obvious warnings for intimate couple moments.)

badinlatin

Mal's walking into the bar at the end o' the 'verse just now, and by the looks of things, he has a Plan.

Not as good as a Way, but he tries.

Mandarin Calligraphy, for Sale, Trade, or Because I Feel Like It

At least he's to the point.

[*Rogue Spaceship Captain. Ask Lilly Kane.

OOC: And no, this EP has nothing to do with the fact I caved and reupped Mal's paid account and icons. :O

Update as of 10:17 pm EDT: Slowtimes respectfully requested.]

his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com

It's been a little over two weeks since her birthday - quite possibly the best birthday she's ever seen, if you ask Sarah Jane. A small, quiet affair with her husband and their daughter. Perhaps the only thing missing would be a certain best friend (it's easier not to think of that, though).

Still, it feels rather odd to be twenty-five. She certainly doesn't feel that old. Even with a daughter (a bouncing five month old girl, quite happy to be playing in the grass by the lake), she still wonders how the time has slipped by so fast.

Her second birthday with James.

Where did the weeks go between her last visit to Milliways? Either way, with a glass of lemonade and a tray of strawberries, blanket on the grass and a good book provided by Bar, Sarah feels quite content to be back.

an_evening_star

It's been a while.

Okay, so it's been way more than a while, but the narration would go so far as to err on the side of diplomacy lest it be included in the general air of 'royal lazyasses' that seems to follow its charges around on a near-constant basis. It is not lazy - it is abused and mistreated.

"- should have seen your face when it started moving!"

"It was a tree. Trees don't move - there are roots involved - it's rather the point, Yvaine."

"So you talked to one, but they cannot move?"

"Yes, but that's an entirely -"

You see what it has to live with on a daily basis?

The couple that appears along with the bickering looks rather like they've been walking a great deal - vaguely dusty, slightly threadbare, and sun-darkened (well, one of them, at least) - but altogether rather pleased, if a little footsore.

"Oh," the star remarks, blinking once at the sudden change of scenery and grinning widely. "Civilization!"

Company would be welcomed. (As would dinner, more likely than not, but first thing's first.)

(OOC: ~~Two for the price of one! It's sort of a discount ... only not at all.~~ AND NOW - for bedtime!)

kitchen_maid

It's been a long, tiring, very busy day in Ambergeldar, and when Amy saw the Chancellor headed down the hall with that particular look that means it's about to become a long, tiring, very busy evening, she decided she needed a break, and ducked into Milliways without even stopping to take off her crown.

It's been too long since she was here, anyway.

She takes her crown off once she's selected a place to sit, dropping it on the table and rather enjoying the satisfying thump it makes as it lands. Three minutes later, she has a pot of tea and a place of cookies and smile.

All she needs now is company.

guppy_sandhu

[oom: In Holby, two turbulant families in the same space.]

Guppy is late setting up Life Support tonight, but now everything is in place.

As an extra bonus, there are cooked cold sausages and chicken legs for people to enjoy.

LIFE SUPPORT
Open to all

One Guppy, one Miniver, come share your thoughts or the food.

fiery_ring

Carlotta is sitting by the fire, going through mounds of French with a sigh. Grandma has decided that if she's going around standing on horses clearly she has too much time on her hands. But extra extra French? That's simply not fair!

'Je suis allée à la plage avec mon frére.' she writes, then stops and looks at it. It's got lots of those diagonal lines, so hopefully that will keep Monsieur Moustache happy.

[tinytag: Carlotta Brown]

killitwithfire

Outside, not far from his usual spot, Axel sits. Beside him, there is a bag of marshmallows, a box a graham crackers, and a pile of chocolate bars.

Oh, and the fire. The big one.

[tiny tag: Demyx]

lil-green-apple.livejournal.com

Perhaps it is Pan, and the Bar took pity on her.

Perhaps it is simply that- well, she is a tree, and a tree must have its roots, and she cannot be separated for too long.

Perhaps-

Perhaps, it is simply her time.

But this time, when (as usual) she makes her rounds of the woods, and the area she came through what seems like a long time ago, it is open.

(Her garden is waiting, as it always has been, and she has never been so happy.)

{Exit post, not for tagging! <3}

no-real-hero.livejournal.com

[ OOM: In Paris, there's no denying that things have been set into motion.]

[Contains spoilers for Y: The Last Man #56 ]

not-toothfairy.livejournal.com

Phase one of dealing with the image problem the National Enquirer's given the Autobots is under way. As far as Ironhide is concerned, it's best he stay out of the picture for a while. Being in the picture to start with was, after all, what caused the problem.

He'll go back to his world shortly. Right now, he's gotten hold of a South African beer called Preta Dark, and he's taking a brief cooldown period by the Bar.

loreofpigs.livejournal.com

The door opens. The front door, as it happens, and in walks through a man. Not so tall, not so short, redish-brown and shaggy hair. He's a little rugged in his metal-patched leather and plaid, but the steel-rimmed spectacles perched on his long nose offset that.

(also, the soot from being too near an explosion)

He stops.

He stares.

Very carefully, he sits down against the wall and rubs his head.

He didn't think he had concussion...

[tiny!tag: catalina erantzo, lord john aversin, jack priest]

[OOC: and my brain is starting to die for the night, will reply in the morning!]