milliways_bar | Jun. 11th, 2008

Jun. 11th, 2008

rebel-falcon.livejournal.com

Han isn't one for long goodbyes or leaving notes behind.

He'll be back. He's just got to get off that forsaken block of ice, find a way to pay off the bounty hunter who still wants his head, figure out who he ends up marrying and having all these kids with, and he promised Chewie once that was taken care of, there was a vacation in order.

He'll be back. After all, if he doesn't get off the iceblock affectionately known as Hoth anytime soon, he's doing to need to come to Milliways to thaw out, eat a real meal, and spend some time out near that beach.

He's not one for goodbyes, but he'll be back.

So sometime after gathering up his things (bread wrapped in a cloth tucked in a bag, Ratchet autobot plushie tucked into his vest, bottle of Whyren's under his arm) he makes his way to the...front...ceiling hatch.

"You really don't make this easy on me, sweetheart."

The scrape of a chair, a grunt or two as he hauls himself into the rafters and up into the hatch, then a click and clack as the seal closes behind him, and he's gone.

Han really isn't very good at goodbyes.

ooc: Just a quick exit post, no tags please. I'll still be finishing up the few slows he's got while I put him through some OOM plot out of the bar.

alorn-bear.livejournal.com

Whoo! Newbies! And some interesting ones at that. Belar props up his usual sign on a table in the middle of the Bar:

ANSWERING PRAYERS
BACK IN FIFTEEN MINUTES

SECURITY MEMBER ON DUTY AFTER THAT

He'd go into more detail, but it's way hot outside and he hates it when things get that warm out.

l33t-mouse.livejournal.com

Well, here's someone we haven't seen for a while.

Mouse is ensconced in a booth, typing away on a portable workstation with a mug of Java at her elbow. She's working on a new project, not as ambitious or radical as the kind of work she usually likes, but she's very engaged in the task nonetheless because it addresses a problem that's seriously ticking her off.

Lately, Mainframe's maintenance and security workers have been getting a lot of trouble from the so-called neo-Virals, a bunch of disgruntled and exceptionally BASIC binomes who used to work for Megabyte. The Neovirals have been sabotaging, vandalizing, smashing and generally fragging up bits of municipal infrastructure throughout the system, especially in Ghetty Prime, Megabyte's old territory. Last second a few of them hijacked a CPU car while the officers were investigating a call, and caused a lot of property damage, injury, and general ruckus before they finally totaled their ride and got collared by system authorities.

While Mouse engaged in quite a lot of destruction/vandalism/theft of public property herself back in her younger days, she has little sympathy for the neo-Virals. She is trying to use her technical skills and...particular sense of humor to find ways of preventing the neo-Virals from messing with power lines and the like.

She's botherable, especially if you can suggest an effective deterrent.

wheelsy_sheriff

Bill came in for lunch today and, after checking with Bar about the return of a certain someone, took a table close to the door so he could watch.

Right now he's doing more watching then eating. That sandwich on his plate looks about as lonely as the man in cop uniform who ordered it.

acts_of_gord

There's a headcrab in the Bar. A goddamn headcrab. And apparently the rules, such as they are, protect the stinking parasite.

This place is insane.

Unfortunately, there's nobody to petition for revocation of the rules in favor of a couple of minutes' worth of sanity, so Gordon pretty much has to fume in silence over the thing's arrival. Fortunately, he's good at turning fuming to useful purposes. That suction cup dart gun he was fooling with the other day gave him some ideas, so he acquired a larger one yesterday and started modifying it in earnest. By this point it needs two hands to shoot, but its range is significantly longer, and its accuracy- well, its accuracy remains to be tested. He's still working on it at the well-lighted table with no overhead rafters and a wall at his back, and he's wearing the HEV suit as he does so. (And cursing the fact that he lost his helmet at Black Mesa, but what can you do.)

[tinytag: Gordon Freeman]

benloserz.livejournal.com

There is a new sign for people to see. Well, two, really, one in the notice board, the other on a table.

Beach Dance BBQ Party

- Food (Anything we can grill);

- Drink (nothing heavy, really);

- Music (LIVE Music, and Karaoke);

- Dance (Until we can not keep standing).

Wanted: musicians, singers, grill cooks, fire brigade volunteers, lifeguards. Donations welcome.

Location: lake shore, around the caribbean inlet.

At the table, we have a Ben waiting for volunteers. Or curious people. Or anyone really.

there-is-a-me.livejournal.com

Spoon stomps through the bar wiping at blood on his face (his) and cussing headless zombie dinosaurs. Also? Cows. He's just sure the cows were in on it. As soon as possible he gets a stack of napkins and disappears into the bathroom.

When he gets out again it's with 100% less blood. No less cussing, though.

callmemajor

Lorne is contemplating his door.

Sketching it to be more precise.

He knows he should go back. Things to do. People to see. And he hasn't had time on Earth in a very long time, so he definitely shouldn't be putting it off like this.

But he likes it here. And right now, his reasons for staying are stronger than his reasons to leave.

So...sketching.

Feel free to bother.

alittle-priest.livejournal.com

[A little silver and cut-garnet ring will remain on a dresser.]

[tinytag: jack priest]

Current Music: Japancakes - Only Shallow

rebel-falcon.livejournal.com

OOM: As may have been noticed, goodbyes are not on Han's list of things he's very good at.

However, two things are -- escaping by the skin of his teeth and more importantly, attempting to beat the odds.

And for those placing bets at home, the odds are currently -- 3720 : 1.

gotham-knocking.livejournal.com

The heat's subsided in Gotham, and Knox isn't quite as zonked as he's been for the past two months. Which is good since there is a lot to keep him busy at home - upcoming mayoral elections, an increase in Bat-sightings, and his usual eye on the out of town papers for super-heroes and super-villains.

He's thumbing through papers from Central City, Ivytown, Metropolis, and even Coast City. Nothing stands out, but he's always hopeful.

graycloakdlight.livejournal.com

Wizard, sitting by the fireplace, a mug of tea in one hand and a (sheathed, she doesn't feel like tangling with Security) Warden's blade resting on the seat next to her.
She's reading through a book, but looks up every so often to keep an eye on the nearby patrons.

river_meimei

River is settled on the floor of the bar, near the open lake door. She's barefoot and crosslegged, and the wall would be at her back if she weren't bent forward enough to rest her elbows comfortably on the floorboards. The breeze from outside lifts her hair slightly every so often, and ruffles the pages of the book she's reading.

Well. 'Reading.'

She also has a purple pen, and the book is fast acquiring lots of marginalia and strike-outs.

[Tinytag: Ben Wade, Hercules, Pan, Tumnus]

lastgunslinger

[Some bar, somewhere, somewhen.]

necessary_child

Bored Sam, lounging on a couch by the fire with coffee and a book. He's not, currently, particularly interested in either.

Minimalist mun.

Botherable!

lil-green-apple.livejournal.com

{Then leaf subsides to leaf,
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.}

(seven days)

It was

(seven glorious days)

It was.

If one were to pass a certain portion of the forest at a certain time, one would find a dryad sunk to the ground, shaking with something that is not quite anger and is not quite pain.

friend_of_lucy

Tumnus is not too far from the back door, playing on his pipes.

His music doesn't have the magic of Pan's but it calls of a home and friends too close and too far away.

wellthrownstone.livejournal.com

Garion's happy to be back behind the counter since it's been a while and he's noticed that after he's been kinging for too long without some manner of break, he gets a bit grumpy. The Rivan people are rather forgiving, but while they'd never say anything to their king, the third radish incident is about the time the maids start pointing out that he hasn't gone by the west wing of late and where's that nice gentleman with the Melcene robes will he be by again sometime soon?

As such, Garion's behind the counter, putting up the specials with something like relief.
Today's Specials
King of Denmark
Queen Soda
Prince's Smile
Little Princess Cocktail
"Can I get you anything?"

ostro_goth

It is early afternoon; the sun is high and warm.

At the foot of a palm tree by the Caribbean inlet, there's a barefoot, armour-less Goth lying in the shade, long legs stretched out, axe and guitar by his side. His eyes are closed, but if you approach him, he will open his eyes and look at you, fully alert.

On his chest there is a cat, white with grey spots, curled up cosily, dozing as well.-

hopeless-son.livejournal.com

Heat swept into the area around the door as a man dressed in greens walked in, spining a golden circlet in his right hand and a crown of silver in his left with the smugest of expressions upon his face. Truth be told Brand wasn't expecting to see Milliways so soon but it was there and he was not about to deny himself victory drinks.

Two Shadows down. Three left to go.

His forces were strong, their fear of him was strong. Soon all the pieces would be together and..well..you'll have to ask him about the rest of his plans.

Setting the crowns down upon the countertop infront of him he studied both carefully. "Bar? A glass of brandy please, sweetheart. Thank you."

Totally botherable.

[tinytag: Brand of Amber]

young_tmriddle

OOM: Drastic times call for drastic measures; it's business as usual in the House of Arch.

guppy_sandhu

"Okay, I'll give it a try, but you're still going to have to take him to the vet."

Guppy steps into the bar, holding a very small piglet in a cardboard box. He goes into the infirmary and comes back out with a small portable scanner, which he runs over the piglet.

He looks at the scanner, then at the piglet with a 'what am I supposed to do with this?' expression.

second_sighted

It's been a while since Jordan has opened a door and seen Milliways on the other side.

But tonight, after dinner, when she opens the back door for Benny--

"Daddy!"

Benny has already run through the door.

"Daddy!"

Jordan is excited and nervous.

Her grip on Frank's hand, when they walk through the door, is very tight.

His own grip is much the same.

But nowhere is really safe anymore. And they both have to be brave.

puckishly.livejournal.com

That's my daughter in the water
every krill she ate I caught 'er
oh, every krill she ate ...

Puck is perched atop a table beside a bucketful of squid. Every now and then he peers down at it, speaking in a voice that sounds suspiciously like cooing, and tosses it a shrimp.

It's not because he likes her or anything.

hadyougoing

Ava is, of course, still in the bar, though now she is actually at the Bar.

"Okay, Houdini, let's try this one more time. Think you can rustle up a hamburger?"

Beat.

"And ... um ... a lawn gnome."

Instantaneously, the items appear. Ava's face lights up.

"Awesome! I mean, now I don't know what I'm gonna do with a lawn gnome, but that is a seriously impressive repertoire."