milliways_bar | Jun. 18th, 2008

Jun. 18th, 2008

Will hurts as he sags into a chair.

His mouth is bleeding and blood is soaking his shirt from his side as he watches Doc and Jack go to the cells.

rebel-falcon.livejournal.com

[With the help of Milliways and its complete disregard for timelines, separate from the young version of Han in the bar:

OOM: You can sleep when you're dead, but frozen doesn't count.]

lasthalfmile

OOM: Upstairs, Dan contemplates just how much he lost when he put Ben Wade on that train, and finds himself realizing something he hadn't quite expected.

spooky-shrink.livejournal.com

A weary Malcolm steps out of the infirmary after seeing to Will's injuries following his fight with Doc.

Asking Bar for pen and paper, he writes notes for Kate Bishop, telling her where Will is and that he'll make a full recovery; and for Guppy, to give him an update on Will's condition. Malcolm is about to walk away, when he has a second thought and writes a third note, this one for Jack Bauer, to share his concern that Security should keep an eye on the infirmary until whatever is causing the current troubles has passed.

And that done, Malcolm heads upstairs for a night's sleep.

dark-ex-watcher.livejournal.com

It's not even clear whether the Door opens or whether Wesley Wyndham-Pryce simply appears, once again in this bar he half-thought he had left forever.

One thing has changed at least, and the first thing Wesley does is to confirm it: he reaches out to a nearby table, only to find his hand passing effortlessly through it. A moment's concentration is all it takes to make contact, but unless he thinks about it, he has little if any physical presence.

As in Los Angeles, so now here as well: he is a spirit, without even the body he had been given when he first arrived in Milliways over two years ago. Whatever Illyria's spell had done, there was clearly no going back from it. That spell had not, however, acted as she had intended, and Wesley is forced to conclude that whatever force reached out to influence it may have had something to do with his return to this place.

But why now? And why can he not free himself from the sneaking suspicion that a voice--a tiny, persistent voice--is trying to worm itself into his mind?

With little else to do, Wesley turns his back on the bar and heads upstairs to take rest--or whatever he might--in his old chambers.

[plot-locked]

boundxkitty

Elizabeth is lounging on a huge rock by the lake. Despite her human form, she looks for all the world like the lazy cat she can become, laying in the sun with her eyes closed. She's not quite asleep though, listening to the rustles of nature and animals.

She's completely botherable.

slightlymonkish.livejournal.com

[oom: Mr. Monk and the Mountain of Evidence Against Him.

Spoilers for 6x15: Mr. Monk is on the Run, part I.]

azure-mercy.livejournal.com

[OOC: Millitimed to this afternoon.]

Zhaan is once again in the booth outside the infirmary, with various jars, boxes, sachets and such arrayed on the table before her. Her wares produce a cloud of enticing flowery and herbal smells. She also has a box of peppermint sachets and a sealed jar of bunchberry poultice under the table, both of which are for filling a special order.

She has only a small sign, listing prices in Peacekeeper credit pledges for each type of item and with a notice that the Bar will work out any currency conversions. Also, while she does not have a sign saying so, she's willing to take payment in forms other than currency: the other week she accepted a poem as payment for a pouch of chamomile-mint tea.

ever_lovin

Ben's out back by the lake today, stretched out beneath a tree near the lake's edge and fishing. His eyes are closed and you could mistake his fish calls for snoring but that's okay.

Totally botherable if you want to say "Hi", just don't scare the fish.

alittle-priest.livejournal.com

There's a difference between pain and soreness. The first is hot, sharp. It throbs with the heartbeat, warps the senses ever so slightly to make sure you're aware. It's active, an enemy, something to fight. He'd walked out into the forest yesterday purposefully.

This morning--is it still morning?--was the other, the opposite. Soreness. The long, cold ache that seemed like it would never end, as bleak as a winter morning. Nothing visible, nothing to fight, nothing to bandage or clean. Well. There was blood on him, from what he couldn't tell you, but none of it was his as his skin was clear of injury. All there was was the ache of well-abused bones with an hour or so of uncomfortable sleep piled atop it.

At least I found my clothes, he reminded himself wearily as he opened the door and slipped into the first seat available. Oh. Damn.

"French bread, lightly toasted, four fried eggs, two poached, and a pot of tea," was the order given to the rat that ventured towards him. It looked a little nervous, but Jack ignored it. Ugh, he'd be ignoring a lot of things today. Hopefully.

Another two days of this before the moon leaves? No wonder that thing was so bloody vicious...

[tinytag: jack priest]

Current Mood: pessimistic
Current Music: Gomez - All Too Much

stubborn-annie.livejournal.com

Annie put up the sign last night, it's just that no one saw her at it. (Her mun was slogging through someone else's canon, but we won't mention that. Sh.) Today, however, she's visibly doing her self-appointed duty.

To whom it may concern, reads the hand-lettered sign. Tonight and tomorrow night are part of the three nights of the full moon. As some of our patrons are werewolves and other varieties of lycanthrope, please don't go outside while the moon is up.

Thank you.

She likes to vary it from time to time just to make sure people pay attention.

shinigami-rem.livejournal.com

There is a rustling of wings and scraping of bones as a large creature of bone landed silently on the floor of the bar. It had the expression of expectation. It took out a black notebook and a bone pen from it's shoulders. This is where its wings had disappeared to as well.

It started to write on the paper.

nothawkingbird.livejournal.com

Last night was strange. Blacked out even longer this time, and only to find Doc back. Sort of. He was obviously in the same situation as her, and it ticked her off. She hadn't seen Will, but being so tired, she had headed to bed figuring he'd be there. When she woke up this morning, and didn't find him there or a note, she quickly got dressed and started hunting around the bar and out back. She then saw the note from Malcolm, and went to check on Will. Upon finding him sleeping, she then headed back into the bar to get some food and supplies for him.

Things were coming to a head, and very soon.

hermajestysfury

OOM: Somewhere the President for Life is not happy.

Sir Nicholas enters the bar with a small cart filled with papers. He'd love to say this was everything but the truth is...it isn't. This is just the stuff that he and Rogers have no ability to read due to the amount of scientific jargon involved.

The first load of stuff that he and Rogers can't read. They got a lot of hard drives, thumb drives, and so on. That translates to a lot of paper. Sir Nicholas is, understandably, looking bewildered.

baron-ether.livejournal.com

OOM: Baron Ether dreams of his past and envisions his future.

acts_of_gord

The glass dream came back last night. Gordon would've gone outside to walk it off if it hadn't been for the full moon warnings. He did what he could in the way of exercise in his room instead, and we apologize to whoever had the room next to him or below him for any disturbance that might have caused, but there's only so long that such activities can keep a man busy and his mind clear. Instead of trying one last time for sleep, he's come downstairs, grabbed a mug of truly nasty decaf (Bar's way of trying to persuade him to sleep regardless), and settled to finishing up the construction of a filtration system that'll work with both his helmet and his HEV suit.

He might be a little terse, but he could be distracted.

[tinytag: Gordon Freeman]

candied-rabbit.livejournal.com

Momiji is in an autumnal mood, today.

This is mostly because, back home, it's actually fall, rather than summer, and because, on his little nook of the Sohma family estate, he hasn't had much to do or many people to see - just quiet time to keep himself amused and the sight of leaves changing color all around, outside of his somewhat solitary home.

Of course, for someone as upbeat as Momiji, "autumnal" can hardly signal the melancholy appreciation for passing life and the stoic expectation of the onset of winter that it is sometimes taken to mean. His autumnal is something colorstruck, something enraptured and caught up in the dreaminess of the season - something quite convinced, deep in its bones, that all the beautiful pigments wrapping around the trees will be there as long as needed, reclining on the branches until spring sets in. It's an innocently, unrealistically romantic mood, for him, the sort that imagines walking arm-in-arm with someone, deep in the woods, just close enough to keep warm.

But, of course, he's at home alone, today, let alone in any position to drag anyone off to the woods. And, as such, he's just flopped onto a couch, half-reading a somewhat schlock sort of novel and otherwise being distracted by daydreams and a warm cup of coffee.

He's rather botherable, if you're willing to risk him gushing at you about random sorts of things. He's in a gushing kind of mood.

shortofcrazy

[OOM: In Washington D.C., time goes by.]

shortofcrazy

[OOM: Just released from six months of being Bound, Riley has never been so happy to see Ben Gates in his life.]

Millitimed to approximately four months ago in bar-time.]

[Tag: Ben Gates]

290-harris.livejournal.com

It's been a very long time, but Jack has ended up back in the Bar.

The bad news is that this is just after a very long conversation with his ex-wife, and just as he's contemplating if he ought to go and see her, or at least see the kids. And oh yeah, he finagled another night out on the scopes. In other words, he's doing everything he probably shouldn't do.

Other people pick up vices. Jack just picks up more work.

Current Mood: nervous

g-mason-ctu.livejournal.com

Mason is still thinking about the last thing Kate told him.

Namely, the "some people can get out other people's doors thing."

He's wondering if he'd step out into someone else's universe and get vaporized anyway. In some strange way, he almost thinks it might be worth it if only so he could be alive again for a little while.

Mason is getting cranky and existential in his old(er) age.

Current Mood: curious

ostro_goth

Teja is sitting on a fallen tree trunk, in the sun, playing his guitar and singing quietly to himself.

He does not wear armour -- he hardly ever wears armour any more these days -- but he has the alarm Atton made, and the stun gun, and his axe. Should Brand of Amber approach, Teja will always be ready.

But he isn't thinking of Brand. He's thinking of how long it was since he saw Tonio, and how even longer since he saw Asher. A vampire, of course, would not even be alive during daytime. His song is full of quiet yearning, but also of a very subdued contentment.

This is the first summer of peace in living memory, for Teja.

slightlymonkish.livejournal.com

[oom: Mr. Monk is Officially on the Run.

Spoilers for 6x15: Mr. Monk is on the Run, part I.

Millitimed to this afternoon! Also: Monk has not been reset. He is just coming to you from 10 years in the future, AKA his mostly-current point in canon.]

[ooc: *waves slowtime flag* Will pick up tags in the morning!]

Monk's been running through the woods for fifteen minutes.

His orange jumpsuit is torn. He's got dirt on him. He's got leaves in his hair. Twigs have left scratches on his face.

His lungs and legs are cramping but he's still running, and he won't stop until he's sure he's in the clear.

Eventually, the sound of the barking dogs fade. The sound of the sirens also fade, and the woods suddenly look different, somehow.

He jogs to the edge of the forest, stopping once he's in the clear, and realizes with no small amount of shock that the forest he just came out of is definitely not the forest he first ran into. It doesn't matter, though, because no one's following him, so he sits on a dead log near the lake in order to catch his breath. He hasn't yet noticed the building in the distance, hasn't yet realized where he is.

Welcome (back) to Milliways, Mr. Monk! Hopefully, your escaped convict garb does not send the wrong message to anyone.

(Who wants to help a guy break out of his hand & foot cuffs?)

lil-green-apple.livejournal.com

Scylla, not having yet found her way back to her cave, is seated on a couch in front of the fireplace. Since she was informed the Bar could make anything for her, and her clothing was not in the best of shape when she got here, she is wearing a pair of blue jeans and a green t-shirt. She hasn’t the faintest idea what the markings on it mean, and doesn’t really care. (After considering all the possible uses for the underwear, bra, socks, and shoes she was also provided with, she discarded them; barefoot is fine by her, and the rest just appeared ridiculous.)

Pomona, on the other hand, is seated at the bar for once, ankles curled around the legs to keep her balance, eating a piece of apple pie. She is beginning to become used to the bar again, though it is still difficult and she has spent most of her time either outside with the woods or in her room with her inside plants.

Tag one or the other!

mrmoneypenny.livejournal.com

There’s a Villiers and an Imriel curled up on a sofa, and a teeny tiny rabbit on the table busily munching on some hay.

What? Where’s Le Chiffre, you ask, and why is the local doormat snuggled with someone so young and devastatingly gorgeous? Well, perhaps you missed their dramatic and slightly pyro-tastic breakup. Perhaps not. It's been a while, though.

Either way, do bother them.

mendanddefend_archive

Chapter 1: In which Bob and Dot arrive and take care of a few last-minute details.

Chapter 2: In which we learn the importance of reading the brochure carefully. (Warning for mild adult content.)

quithauntingme.livejournal.com

All things considered, life is pretty good right now for one Susannah Simon. Shall we count the ways? Boyfriend resurrected, stalker averted, totally awesome dress for Winter Formal scored, friend drama eliminated (for the moment, anyway)--

See?

Life's kind of awesome.

... Or, you know, it was.

Upon walking into Milliways, Suze's bright smile does a one-eighty into 'frowning puzzlement,' then settles quickly for resignation.

"Oh, give me a break," she mutters.

wellthrownstone.livejournal.com

After another discussion, Garion has decided to try something new. As such, Garion was currently a large white wolf sitting just beneath the counter and the specials board reads as such:

Today's Special
Pet the wolf's head and your drink is on the bartender
If free booze didn't do it, he didn't know what would.

justdidntseeit

[ oom: long day, getting longer ]

[ ooc: major spoilers for ~~season~~ day two of 24; warnings for violence and allusions to torture ]

mago_sonriente

That's why Carlos is in the bar tonight, sitting in one of the booths. He's got the whole thing going on, man. The robes, the staff, the Desert Eagle, the frag grenades...

Okay, the frag grenades are just kind of there to look intimidating, especially as he's just enjoying a beer and working on something in his little notebook. But it's not exactly a bad picture to look at, now, is it?

guppy_sandhu

[oom: Coping strategies]

Guppy has positioned himself just outside the infirmary, eating his dinner rapidly. He's not prepared to leave Will alone longer than he has to.

He looks like he hasn't slept properly in several days.

something-tomey.livejournal.com

Soren, in his world, thought that he was heading back towards his own quarters, in the Daein palace. He thought he was making his way down the somewhat grim hallways there, mimicking the mood as best he can. He has the frustrated air of someone who's just come to the end of a grueling, military campaign, only to realize that another, even riskier one is doomed to follow it, combined with the sort of stubbornness that refuses to celebrate the end of the first.

This is, perhaps, not the best mood to be in, when you find that your quarters have been replaced by what looks like a strange sort of pub - the sort of place he hasn't been in for as long as he can remember. The sort of place that definitely wasn't in this part of the castle, yesterday.

His studious side promptly takes over and, suddenly, there's a small, young-looking, black-haired mage, standing by the front door and opening and shutting it again and again.

"What?"

action-antihero.livejournal.com

[ooc: Millitimed to last night, whee!]

Walking back out into the bar, Jack still feels a little shaken by everything that's happened. He takes a seat on a barstool, asking Bar for a pen and paper, and settles in to write a couple notes: one to be posted on the Security noticeboard, one to be left at the bar.

( To Security )

( To Merlin of Chaos )

vyvyan

Two gentlemen, of very different personalities, collide near the front door.

Well, Vyvyan goes straight through the door, colliding with Steed, who looks unusually surprised.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't expecting anyone to come in that way." Steed says, tipping his hat.

Vyvyan stares at him for a moment, then sticks two fingers up at the gentleman and stomps towards the trilobite tank. Steed watches him in surprise, then goes to the bar for a brandy.

Vyv peers at the trilobites, debating if they are edible.

[Tinytag: Vyvyan]

tobeclosetohim

There's a world of newspaper spread out in front of Jo. A pen between her teeth and a post it note on her pointer finger.

She's been diligently at it for three hours. A distraction would not be the worst idea. Nor would a reminder about the existence of food.

[Jo Harvelle]