milliways_bar | Jun. 25th, 2008

Jun. 25th, 2008

slayedthedragon.livejournal.com

Angel steps into the bar, this time without the aid of a barfight, sword, or other mishap, and he's perfectly fine with that. It takes him only seconds to head over to Bar and order a drink, and as he settles down to enjoy it, he realizes Milliways is starting to become a refuge from all the troubles back home.

Of course, that's only because he's blissfully unaware of the return of a certain former Watcher, but then bliss has even less of a shelf-life in Milliways than it does in Sunnydale.

autocommander.livejournal.com

Optimus comes in with a clipboard, and settles down in a chair. He's got some work to do, and here is always a good place to do it.

He can be bothered, however.

((The mun, however, is going to sleep and will tag after awakening; please feel free to tag if you need or wish to talk to him. Optimus likes people, and has no teeth with which to bite. The management apologizes for the immediate-slowtime. The maintenance downtime on the mun is over; thank you for your patience.))

mycursedface

[OoM: In which Sam Linnfer is thoroughly distracting

contains adult situations]

Medusa is, as normal, sitting on a table grooming the feathers on her large wings. They are more than a little mussed, after all. Apparently, sex makes things untidy.

What isn't as normal as the fact that the Gorgon is, well. 'Glowing' might be a good word for it. So might 'just a trifle giggly' or 'ridiculously perky'.

Consider that a warning. Not that she would mind conversation at all, though.

[tiny!tag: scylla, tumnus]

Current Mood: giggly

eirenikos

There is a goddess inna bar. An uplifted one. A very, very happy and uplifted one. In short, Eirene is in an extremely good mood. To find out why, you'll probably have to approach and ask, but the narration doesn't think that will be a problem. Not unless someone actually wants to sit on the couch she's sprawled across, idly flipping through a magazine of house furnishings, and sipping from an oreo milkshake.

Mmmm. Oreos. Botherable.

[tinytag: Eirene]

gone_byebye

[OOC: On his way to meet the representatives of the Great Lemurian Empire, Ray stops in Boise, Idaho for the night. There's more to Idaho than potatoes, though.

There's potentially haunted strip clubs, too.]

The door opens on a classically bedraggled Ray. He did try to dress respectably this morning, with a suit and a button-down shirt and all, but there are issues with looking respectable when you are actively covered in slime by the long-dead spirits of extremely irritated Methodist missionaries. Also when you have a small wiggly five-armed alien on your shoulder. "Bar," he says, "I'm going to need a glass of the green stuff and a bottle of Dr. Bronner's Peppermint Soap, please. And a pile of kiwifruits the size of my head, if you don't mind."

Bar obliges.

"Thank you," Ray says, and heads for a table.

[tinytag: Long-Reach the Jotok]

pirate-gibbs.livejournal.com

Gibbs is out by the lake. You would think that a man who lives on the Caribbean would not find sitting by a lake worthwhile. But the lake was his home for several months, and the last port of call for the Black Pearl under the undisputed command of its true captain. Pirates are far more sentimental than legend would admit (especially when drunk), so it's not a surprise that Gibbs finds himself missing Jack, the Pearl, and the days when pirates kept to the Code, ruled the seas, and made their fortunes.

Not that Gibbs will ever admit to being the least bit of an old softy. If you asked him, he'd just tell you he was getting some fresh air.

flail_victoria

(OOC sort of an OOM Seras gets her ass kicked, has an arm ripped off and looses her eyes)

On the other side of the door can be heard, "Don't cry now, Seras. You're one tough woman. Feed on me and lets beat zem togezer, Seras."

And wailing, and men cursing in surprise as their captain fell. And a thump on the door.

A girl in very bad shape stumbles through the door a dead man in her arms. She is wailing at th top of her lungs, the dead man was her friend, and was becoming more than that. She falls to the floor and looks something like this.

The door fades and there is a bloody mess to be seen by the door.

old-seadog.livejournal.com

There is a sea monster in the bar.

This is not, in itself, extremely unusual. Scylla hasn't really found her way home yet, and has been spending a lot of time in the bar lately.

To be honest, her Disney-themed apparel isn't that unusual, either- the Bar seems to find it funny to give them to her.

Normally, however, they are not so pink or Disney Princess-themed, and normally, she is not sporting such a wide, genuine smile or a general air of relaxed cheerfulness.

For once, she doesn't even feel like eating anyone.

Care to investigate?

Tinytag: Snuggle Plot!

candied-rabbit.livejournal.com

There's a blonde, rabbit-y teenager, outside in the grass, today, sprawled on his back..

He's just lounging for the most part, soaking up the summer sun and warmth that are quickly disappearing in his own, autumn-ish world, in shorts and a white-pink shirt. The stick end of a lollypop is poking out of his mouth, and next to him in the grass sits a rabbit-doll. The thing's fur is white with black patches, here and there, and, on the whole, it looks worn - though not ragged - with age.

One might guess, looking at the thing, that the boy has had it all his life. (This would be wrong, though not by much.) In any case, even with his own, dubious-aged appearance, the thing still manages to look rather juvenile, resting half on the ground and half on the boy's chest.

Momiji figured the doll could use some sun, today.

mallory-grace.livejournal.com

Mallory and Ryu come into the bar after their date looking happy.

Mallory is carrying a duffel bag, and looks a little uncertain. She hadn't thought this far ahead. What now?

"Shall we have a drink before getting some sleep? It's been a long night."

gammagammahey.livejournal.com

It's been a long, long time since the Jade Giantess visited Milliways. This isn't by choice, of course, but things back home have gotten hectic, what with a war, a career change, and an alien invasion now in full swing.

The door opens with a BOOM, revealing a She-Hulk standing with a somewhat surprised expression on her face. This is quickly superceded by a delighted smile.

She holds a motorycycle under her left arm and a black messenger back under her right. The bike is a customized Harley Davidson Dyna Super Glide. It's big, black, evil looking, and has (naturally) tasteful purple accents. (Like all Harleys, it will undoubtedly reveal itself to be crappily tuned and obnoxiously loud.)

Gone is Jen's one piece costume, briefcase, and the lawyerly custom tailored couture. Instead, Jen wears stompy motorcycle boots, a purple and white top, and purple jeans. Although they may look deceptively casual, they're still made of unstable molecules, because in Jen's new line of work, she's now getting paid to physically apprehend bad guys.

"Jaz?" she calls out, stepping into Milliways proper. When that doesn't reveal her new Skrull partner-in-skip-tracing, she lifts the bike above her head, makes her way across the bar out the back door, and carefully stashes her bike outside. She adds a Post-It note on the gas tank that reads, in green ink, "PROPERTY OF SHE-HULK. Touch it and I'll spontaneously rehome you to somewhere in Centaurus A."

That being done, she walks back into the bar sans motorcycle and threads her way to the bar proper, taking a stool.

"One Incredible Hulk, please," she requests, flopping her messenger bag on the bar top. "Bring on the rum, proprietor entity! It's good to be back."

[Tags of tiny: Hercules, Jack Priest, Ben Grimm, AAAAAND Clint Barton!]

[[Edit: Going into slowtime, guys, as of 11:00 PM PDT. Thank you so much for all of the awesome tags and threads! New tags still welcomed, of course, for the rest of the week. <3]]

grumpyseer.livejournal.com

Dominic's good mood has yet to fade in the slightest, as evidenced by his current activities.

I'll bet you didn't know a guy with one leg could tap-dance, did you?

[tinytag: snuggle plot]

flail_victoria

Sometime after this Seras steps through the door holding something that looks rather like the side of someone's face. She is not happy. Thankfully she does not have the body this time.

She is missing one of her arms, and it seems to be replaced by a miasma of black fluid.

assassinbourne.livejournal.com

He'd come downstairs to get something to eat from Bar since he hadn't eaten all day. The assassin had been too lost in his past. Lost in the files he had on Treadstone and Blackbriar. On the men that made him who he was today. Or wasn't... He hadn't quite figured that one out yet. Either way, with his sandwich came a note asking him to bartend.

Well... he hadn't been expecting that one. Luckily in his line of work he'd had to take on different personas. Different life styles. Playing bartender was something he could do. So walking around behind the counter he sets the plate with his sandwich on it aside and turns to the board, writing down today's specials. No, they're not specific. Just picked at random.

Drink Specials

Extended Jail Sentence
Screaming Multiple Orgasm
Kill Me Now

Finally turning away from the board, he looks over the bar and her patrons.

"Happy Hour, folks! Tell me, what's your pleasure?"

[Tiny Tag: Tanya Adams]

laceandarsenic.livejournal.com

Anyone who knows Gert might say she's been acting strangely the past few days. The usually serious, sarcastic and often downright broody teen has been relaxed, cheerful and pleasant. Even her dinosaur is starting to get worried. While there isn't anything technically wrong with Gert, it is very unusual to see her quite so... well. Happy.

It's for this very reason that OL has been trying to stay out of Gert's way. Easier said than done when you share a psychic link. Of course, Gert thinks she's acting perfectly normally and that theres something wrong with the dinosaur , which is why Gert is trying to coax OL out from her hiding place under one of the booths with a box of donuts.

ostro_goth

It can't rain all the time, that's true. But sometimes, it does. It's a short, violent downpour that has driven Teja inside at last -- his armour might rust, and the strings of his harp do not tolerate water.

So, there is an unshaven Goth with axe and armour near the back door, huddled in a corner where he would not be that easily noticed, half-heartedly gnawing on an apple that a wait-rat has brought him, unasked.

He will go out again as soon as the rain stops.

accessobrian.livejournal.com

Chloe has officially been Snuggle Attacked!

As it is, Chloe is thinking (thoughtfully!) about her current problem, which really doesn't seem like that big of a deal anymore, but still. It's nice to have something to think about, as a person gazes out a window.

evil_koala_626

It is a sad fact of life that many cinematic gems go unappreciated by the general masses. Over the course of time, under the constant barrage of so called "film critics" these treasures slip through the cracks to be forgotten by most. But not all.For while the general masses flock to the epics, the romantic comedies, the westerns and all things film noir, there is a small faithful group that keeps the purest, dare we say the greatest, the highest of the cinematic art form alive. That of course being the B movie monster flick.

Stitch is sitting, absolutely entranced, on a table top with his eyes glued to the television above Bar as "The Killer Shrews" blares its dramatic soundtrack. Periodically a hand grasps about until it snags a fist full of popcorn from the enormous bowl sitting beside him.

walksindeath

Sabriel had been pleasantly surprised by the room above the bar; although she would be the first to admit that anything with a bed would have looked wonderful. The bath had been even better, and so it is that after almost a full day's sleep she looks and feels a lot better when she comes down, dressed in a clean duplicate of her Abhorsen's robes that she had found mysteriously hanging in her wardrobe.

Time seems something of a flexible construct in this place, but a glance out of the door - there is a lake out there - suggests early evening. Well, then. She heads a table, glancing curiously at the smooth surface of the Bar as she passes. One of the waitrats stops at her feet and looks up, evidently expectant.

"Something small to eat, please," she tries, after a moment, scrutinising it for any hint of Charter Magic. "Soup? And some water would be nice." It chitters pleasantly at her, and scurries off. "...Thank you," she murmurs to thin air, just a little dazed.

[Tinytag: Sabriel

As before: Sabriel posesses a death sense which will tell her the life status of most other characters, and a lot of magic also throws up a faint sensation. If you have any questions, or something I should know, please drop me a note here.

Bah. My computer has slowed to a crawl, and I'm exhausted, so I shall skip out to bed now. Slowtimes all around?]

dr_temperance

Chronic upliftment has not hindered Brennan’s ability to produce fiction. Not if the legal pads of notes and rough draft are any indication.

Angela had been quite right. If Brennan were to return to the Jeffersonian in her present state, Cam would march her straight in for a psych evaluation, and that would likely only be the beginning. It’s much better that she bide her time here until a solution is found. Under any other set of circumstances, Brennan would find being detained at the End of the Universe (without even the solace of work) to be unbearably tedious.

There’s a lot to be said for absolute peace of mind.

And in the meantime, there’s a new novel to work on---when she feels like it. Right now she happens to be in a writing mood, and is jotting away happily.

(Un)Botherable.

[Snuggle Plot]

shecalledmefred.livejournal.com

[ Manhattan, June 2008: Housewarming

millitimed to last Monday. Warning for implied sex.

petit tags: ouranos, paul varjak ]

necessary_child

One young Lucifer
On the sofas, lounging, bored
Minimalist mun.

Botherable!

[Tiny tags: Pomona, Villiers.]

guppy_sandhu

Walk-in clinic
The doctor is in

Guppy looks like he managed to get a reasonable amount of sleep last night, and seems to be eating a cheese sandwich.

He's doing that whilst poking at the Game Boy, which is currently on level three of Paramedix II.

runmakitarun.livejournal.com

People who know Makita will recognize that look on her face. Of course the stack of weaponry spread out across her usual table might also be something of a hint.

There's currently an RKG-41 broken down on the table and she's running a wire brush around the inside of the firing chamber. Her movements are precise, but she looks ever so slightly distracted.

Time to go home.