milliways_bar | Jun. 16th, 2008

Jun. 16th, 2008

cheevy.livejournal.com

It's the old dude! Totally drunk old dude! Old dude with really big hair and a noticable aura of Eau de Weed.

He raises a brow at finding himself here instead of wherever he can no longer remember he was actually going, then flounces over to Bar.

"Next round's on me!" he informs her cheerfully. "HEY EVERYONE FREE BOOZE."

He orders a glass of whiskey for himself and sprawls in a bar stool, looking curiously smug.

dancewaterdance

[OOM: After a very informative bartending and helping Axel sober up, Demyx heads home for a few days.]

[The Little Tag That Could: Demyx]

stbethadettes

(OOM: In Paris, it's been a hell of a day.)

[Spoilers for Y: The Last Man #57, 58, and 59.]

gone_byebye

OOM: Ray and his new friend from Milliways, Jhalak, witness an extremely odd thwarted gas station robbery- and Ray gets a call about something unknown in the deep Pacific.

Warning for kiwifruit.

[Tinytag: Long-Reach the Jotok]

alorn-bear.livejournal.com

It's a great day in Mongolia, or at least Belar's part of it. The Dorbed are all healthy, the fights and feuds are at a relative minimum, and the Olympic archery team members that the Dorbed are sending to Beijing are performing wonderfully. Belar's pretty sure they can get along without him for a while, so he's doing his duty in Bar with a sign that reads:

SECURITY MEMBER ON DUTY

(HINT: IT'S THE GLOWY BLUE GUY)

And he is, in fact, glowing a turquoise sort of blue. Feel free to say hi anyway.

prob-japanese.livejournal.com

Bumblebee got into an argument with Figueroa today over the finer points of Zydeco music. It hasn't been resolved yet, but the best fights never are; this one will probably go on for months if not longer. There's no real harm in it, and it's an excuse for both of them to listen to their collections. And, in Bumblebee's case, to play some of it back quietly as he heads to Milliways in search of a possible new set of sound samples. It's his equivalent of humming under his breath.

Using Milliways to get hold of new music may be cheating, but Bee figures it doesn't really hurt anyone, so it doesn't count. Feel free to ask him to keep it down if you like.

father-sky.livejournal.com

[oom: A very long time ago, there was balance.

And then the scales began to tip.

Now, the effort to restore balance is beginning. Ouranos is starting with a tribal village in Africa.]

[ooc note for other Mythmuns]

[tinytag; Ouranos]

alittle-priest.livejournal.com

He was a young man, and so while the thought of sore joints was not unheard of, it was somewhat odd as he'd not exerted himself much yesterday. He'd spent the last couple of days up in his room, scurrying down only as long as it took to shovel more food than he was used to down his gullet before returning. With him were a number of different books, about ghosts, about werewolves, discussions of the dead:

Research.

But along with being faintly aching, his legs itched... to leave his little den. To be amongst others. People. And so this morning, he was down in the bar; he sat in a darker corner with his back to the wall as he enjoyed a rather ridiculously sized breakfast that was almost entirely composed of meat (90% at least and most of the other 10% was tea).

[tinytag: jack priest]

Current Music: Great Big Sea - Can't Stop Falling

alien-bartender.livejournal.com

I was in Milliways taking a break because things back home were busy even by the usual standards.

We'd just finished making additions to the Draco Tavern to accommodate some new species, including the suwedelfin, who'd just arrived earlier in the - my - day. A major news network had sent an anchor and a television crew to cover the visit: the media occasionally take an interest in my little establishment. The suwedelfin also made a big deal about it. They're an interesting species, but very big on formality and propriety, so I had to take part in a greeting ceremony when they arrived.

I still had a gift from the greeting ceremony; a suwedelfin translator, which they'd synchronized with the database of the translator systems in the Draco Tavern. Suwedelfin communicate through bioluminescence and don't pick up sound the way humans and other verbal species do. The translator was a fist-sized transparent sphere with a smaller shiny black sphere in the middle, so it looked kind of like a fish egg. When I held the ball in my hand and spoke, it would flash different patterns of color, both inside the ball and in a sort of holographic aura that extended for a few inches beyond the ball's surface.

I was having a lot of fun playing with the translator, reciting poems and singing songs - quietly, because I don't keep on key too well - and watching the little ball light up with my words.

ff-ambassador.livejournal.com

Lunchtime. Thank goodness. Inara is starving, her stomach occasionally making embarrassing grumbling noises as she makes her way to an open seat at the bar.

She quickly dives in to her soup and sandwich, people-watching between bites, her favorite relaxing activity at Milliways. Come say hi!

[ooc: Mun is at work, so apologies for slow tags! Need a diversion before html breaks my brain :D]

dean-o-dell.livejournal.com

Cyrus takes his place behind the bar, dressed in a neat new polo shirt and bartender's apron. There's a book on mixology at hand, but he hopes that the patrons will instead pay attention to the board...

Today's Specials
All brands - single malt scotch

He stands at the ready, and looks for customers.

nomorekaraoke

What the Subject says:Who ever said living is easy in the summertime should be shot. Or something not quite so drastic.

immortalthief

[OOM: Amanda and Tanya go to her world for theivery and have some unexpected consequences]

The door opens and 850 AD France appears, though it's hard to see much beyond the door. Tanya Adams enters pulling Amanda's limp body back into Bar.

Tanya calls out, "Doctor"

pc-cooper.livejournal.com

[OOM: After Countrycide, Gwen begins losing her faith in humanity...and searches for someone, anyone, to make her feel better. She ends up with Owen, and after the kiss during the Cyberwoman incident, she's not all that surpirsed. Just nervous. Angsty and a little sexytimesish]

mogget_cat

Oh my Landlord! That cat on the couch is being crushed to death by that guitar! Someone save him!

Oh wait. He's just asleep.

...stupid cat.

(ooc: Slow tags warning for work, but Yrael is inna bar and the post is open until it scrolls happily off the page. ^_^)

hellsingsdog.livejournal.com

Alucard is sitting in a chair drinking a glass of blood.

Police Girl. Come here

He figures it's time for her to feed and for them to return to their world. There is much rebuilding to be done. But he is available to speak until then.

whitewitch-thea.livejournal.com

The dreams were becoming harder to ignore. On waking up she was always left with a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. Looking in the mirror she didn't recognize herself. No sign of a golden tan, her eyes were no longer so gentle. It was time to go home.

The wind was blowing softly through the trees. She could hear the sound, soft rustling, a peaceful breeze. Out by the lake, she stilled herself, prepared to say goodbye to the creature who had shared her identity, who had stolen her life, who she had murdered. A rosemary bush, a grave. Thea sat and she thought of everything. Of Dark. Of her friends. Of her life here. Of Viktor. If she returned, nothing would ever be the same, would he go with her? Cross-legged, she wrapped the simple cotton blanket around her knees, hands pressed to her lap. Thea closed her eyes.

Without risks, there are no results. Be brave, Daughter of Hellewise.

Time to go.

oneman_onevote

It's not every day that Havelock isn't responsible for any of the three children than he seems to have acquired by association. But he goes back to habit like a duck to the bottom of the Ankh, finding an inexplicably shadowy corner of the bar to drink coffee and read. Machiavelli, still - he's also making notes and frowning, as if to say 'it's all very well for you, I feel sure.'

Relaxation is something he never entirely grasped.

godandthequeen.livejournal.com

It had been, in brief, a long, long day.

Several hours, her time, after her last exit from Milliways, a tired, beaten woman walked into the bar. She looked around, nodding. This place again.

Surely she should be back there, helping Seras, but she couldn't bring herself to exit again. As far as she was concerned, England had lost all hope, and that was, simply put, the end of it.

She was not surprised when her door faded from view. Perhaps she was dead as well, and simply didn't know it. After this day and previous one, there was little that she couldn't believe.

Still, dead or alive, scotch was a comfort, so she sat at the bar and ordered a large one. Her cigar was down to the very end, so she stubbed it out, but didn't bother pulling out a new one.

A less rigid person would have cried, and Integral certainly felt like doing so. But she was still the leader of the Hellsing Organization, even now, even here. It would be a mockery of the battle they had lost if she were to waste her energy on such foolish things.

She eyed her scotch, and lifted it a bit, in a salute to one she would never see again.

forgottenfeline

There was a boy who lived a bitter and unhappy life. Everyday he felt tormented by what and who he was, and wished only to be left alone in his misery. He was not a bad boy, merely rough around the edges. There were few who saw this, though, and any attempt they made to make him see that life was not horrible was met with resistance and usually hostility.

And then this boy, who was sometimes a cat, found a bar. Or was found by a bar. By and by, he met others like him. And by and by, the people back home who cared about him became larger in number, and were able to get through to him more easily.

And then the Bar lost him, or he lost the Bar. He spent weeks feeling sorry for himself, and then decided that was not what any of his friends would want. So he began to live again, not for himself at first, but to honor the memory of the ones he had loved and lost.

And then, one glorious, happy day, the Bar and Kyo found each other again. Rather accidentally, since he had been looking for a clothing store. But the look of confusion on his face quickly turned to joy as he stepped into the Bar. The door closed behind him, and he smiled. It was still there. He wasn't stuck in one place or the other. He was beginning, finally, to like Japan, if not necessarily the city he lived in, or any of the cities at all.

argyle_princess

Hannah has officially washed her hands of high school, and knocked the dust off her sandals and all those over vaguely biblical metaphors that mean she's completely and totally done with being a student at Neptune High.

So Hannah has a glossy magazine that covers nothing more serious than celebrity gossip and make-up tips, an iPod full of upbeat music, and coffee-flavored ice cream.

Interrupt at will.

rebel-falcon.livejournal.com

The door opens. Someone walks in. The door closes.

That someone moves across the room like he's been here before, but he hasn't. Not yet, anyways. But it doesn't show on his features, doesn't show in his eyes, because you don't show anyone that you don't belong. They'll throw you out if you do that, and this isn't the cantina he was walking into, but it'll do.

So he finds himself a table near the wall, out of the way, and takes a seat, watching. Not staring, because that's completely obvious, but just watching. Searching for easy marks...or challenges. He'll take either.

Sometimes he likes the challenge more than the prize itself.

OOC: This is the same Han Solo, just from earlier on his timeline. See this post for more details.

He doesn't remember Milliways (and may vaguely remember faces and names later when he returns as an adult again) but that's not about to stop him from blending in. He's still with Shrike. (And he's got the scar on his chin.)

I know it's late so this EP will be open for a bit, and he'll have more for the time he's around, at least a week.

guppy_sandhu

Guppy stops to give a waitrat a note for Le Chiffre.

( Note )He watches the rat go upstairs, then sits with his back to one wall and begins to write in a small brown notebook.

justdidntseeit

[ oom: kate's bad day is just beginning ]

[ ooc: major spoilers for ~~season~~ day two of 24 ]

hellsingsdog.livejournal.com

The Door opens and Alucard walks through. It may have seemed as though he just left but this Alucard is the one that Milliways has come to know and love, the younger version of himself is gone.

Alucard doesn't look pleased when he walks in. He heads straight for the bar and orders a glass of blood. Bother at own risk.

necessary_child

Sam is out the back, practising. For once, however, he's not sword-fighting: he's blasting illusions with magic.

His illusions are very good; you might mistake them for real people, if you're not careful.

[Tinytag: Pomona, Lorne.]

nomorekaraoke

Wow. Two in one day. Not necessarily within the same 24 hours as the previous OOM, but here you have it. Lorne and a stranger. In a crummy hotel room.

Rated R for evocative if not graphic descriptions of sex. You have been warned. >_>

~runs and hides!~