milliways_bar | Jun. 26th, 2008

Jun. 26th, 2008

perfectblue.livejournal.com

Here's a face that hasn't been around the Bar in a while.

Illyria's absence had, at first, been unplanned and outside her control, though recently she's just been flat-out avoiding it. She would still be doing so, in fact, except that her other primary option is a rather unpleasant version of Los Angeles. Apparently hell even gets tiresome to former demon goddesses. Who knew?

In any case, Illyria is back in Bar, for the moment, at least. One wouldn't ever make the mistake of calling her approachable, but she doesn't look as though she's likely to tear the head off anyone who comes near her, either. This may be an improvement upon the norm where she is concerned.

derewigejude.livejournal.com

The door opens silently, letting in a gust of wind, a cloud of dust, and a cursed immortal. Then it closes, letting Isaac pull back the hood of his coat and glance around.

This place again.

If he remembered how to smile still, he would do so.

But that does not prevent the Wandering Jew from seeking to take advantage of the quasi-respite. His ever-weary legs take him across the bar, and to the lake door. He seems to be looking for someone.

[ The Wandering Jew ]

joiningyousoon.livejournal.com

[OOM: On board the Red Fleet skyfurnace Konstantinov, two old friends have dinner.

Have something that is arguably dinner.

It may be cabbage sautéed in glue. No one knows for certain.]

mycursedface

[OoM: and back on the night of the seventh, Father Mulcahy runs into Medusa and Sam.]

Current Mood: giggly

alorn-bear.livejournal.com

The sign goes up as soon as Belar flops back in his chair and puts his feet up on the table:

ANSWERING PRAYERS
BACK IN 15 MINUTES

SECURITY MEMBER ON DUTY AFTER THAT

As soon as he closes his eyes, the sign starts counting down the seconds remaining.

notapurpledino.livejournal.com

Barney sits at a table and is in a very non-Barney mood.

He has just lost the belt, he knows it. Ted's being all mysterious about it, but no... he's lost the belt.

To Ted Mosby.

There is only one thing to do now.

And that is get on a tricycle himself. A better one.

It's full on hitting-on time. Especially if there are any pairs of ladies in the bar...

[tiny tag: Barney Stinson]

fat-charlie.livejournal.com

A very uplifted Fat Charlie Nancy is sitting at the bar in his casual attire, sipping on tropical, island-y drinks.

There are about three or four glasses, each with varying levels of finished-ness; in such a cheerful manner, he could not decide just which drink he wanted, so he requested them all.

This is not going to be good for the afterwards.

[tiny!tag: snuggle plot]

gotham-knocking.livejournal.com

OOM: Knox receives some rather interesting photos from Vicki Vale

[OOC: Inspired by the work of John Ostrander]

flail_victoria

Seras sat t a table with a glass of blood at her elbow, she is reading a book. She is also waiting for her door to reappear, so every now and again she looks to where it should be.

She is now a creature that is all about the hunt. She is angry, and sad, she is ready for war.

boundxkitty

There's a black leopard settled on a sunny rock on the shore of the lake. Her eyes are closed, her breathing is fairly even, for all intent and purposes she looks asleep. The slightest noise will send her ears in that direction though, and eventually her eyes.

Lazy 'Lizabeth lounging. Completely botherable.

artfowler.livejournal.com

[OOM: Three years ago... (Warning: Spoilers for Artemis Fowl by Eoin Colfer apply.)]

mallory-grace.livejournal.com

During the early afternoon, Mallory is out by the lake in her bikini, sticking her toe in to test the water before deciding whether or not to take the plunge.

gorgonfondness

There is a Guildmaster in the bar.

She has a cup of tea, the pot nearby and steaming.

The sugar has long since dissolved, yet she keeps stirring. Looking down at the cup, but not focused on it nor the tea nor the spoon.

She's late.

norobinsparkles.livejournal.com

An uplifted Robin is still in the bar. No, she hasn't left since yesterday when she discovered that Barney showed her "Let's Go To The Mall" tape.

But at the moment? She doesn't much care. She loves everyone.

[ooooopen! Yes, Robin was attacked by Snuggle Bear.]

tiny tag: Robin Scherbatsky, Barney Stinson

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

Ace likes bringing things back from her trips to play with. There's all sorts of technology out there, so she's almost guaranteed that she won't get bored.

Tonight, she is building. She has a wooden crate full of bits, her toolbox (or at least the one she could carry), and the instructions she found inside the box. It's a bit slow going, as the TARDIS is throwing a bit of a fit tonight and refusing the translate the instructions for her, so she's having to decipher them line by line.

"Insert... plunger... thingy. Into slot A."

After a dubious look at both pieces, and a general assessment that those instructions really won't work, she tries again.

ostro_goth

Everybody is uplifted. Except Teja; he is depressed.

He is huddled among the roots of a big tree by the lake shore, staring out over the lake.

He knows that he should go and shave, and bathe, change his clothes, and clean his armour. He knows that he should eat, and drink tea, work in the forge, and speak to his friends. He knows that he should go on with the business of his afterlife.

Eventually, he will do all that.

Just not yet.

hopeitsworthit

Sam got bitten by the research bug, muttering somethin' about patterns in the info Sallie handed over. Then he kicked Dean out of the room.

How was Dean supposed to know Sam couldn't handle twenty dollars worth of magic fingers?

The older Winchester brother looks kinda surprised to walk into the bar--he'd had plans to work on the Impala, maybe work on a couple of new IDs--but grabbing a beer at the end of the universe'll do almost as well.

Maybe a steak, too, while he's at it.

He'll get Sammy a pizza later.

Which explains why Dean's parked himself in a corner booth, working his way through beer number two and finishing off the last of his fries. Pie'll be for later. He can wait.

Really.

[ooc: Thank you everyone! This has been so much fun. But it is 2 AM here and I have to call slowtime. I will pick up tags again tomorrow!]

mrmoneypenny.livejournal.com

[OOM: Millitimed to Midsummer, sometime around then.

In which Villiers and Imriel are cute together. Then, a few days later, angst about La Belle Dame Sans Merci.

Warnings for smut and excessive amounts of poetry. Dirty poetry, too.]

[Tinytag: Villiers, Imriel]

always-okay.livejournal.com

OOM: Play along, 494. This can bring you beneficial access.

tinytag: x5-494 (alec)

lionlike_tabby

It's not often that the door to Milliways opens for one eighteen-year-old.

So of course it's the night before she plans to attempt the Animagus transformation for the first time that it does so.

A huge leather (well, hopefully leather)-bound book under her arm, she acquiesces to fate, and makes her way to the bar for tea.

"-- I have to what?"

Several moments of urgent, slightly irritated conversation later, she slips the silver Head Girl badge off her sensible uniform, and uses her wand to write the specials on the board in sensible, clear writing. (Which, okay, sparkles. She's still a teenager, after all.)

Happy Hour Specials:
Firewhiskey
Butterbeer
Gillywater.

Shoving her glasses all the way up her nose, one unimpressed eighteen-year-old waits to take your order, and wonders if she can get away with reading on duty.

Try not to spill anything on her textbook.

[OOC: And I flee for the night, folks! Thanks for the threads! Slowtime, all?]

dragonofgrey.livejournal.com

It's very rare sight to see a sunny Draco. It's happened before, but it's rare. But with the whiff of freshness about him? And just feeling so 'uplifted?' That's decidedly new. There's problems with the inventory, but that doesn't matter. Everything was wonderful, and if you asked him, he be absolutely delighted to tell you so.

He might burst into song. *On purpose* *For fun*

[tiny tag: snuggle plot]

snugglesoft

Snuggle has had a lovely few days here. He quite likes this place.

Tonight he has climbed up onto a table, and is sitting on the edge. The table is covered in candy, and he's singing "The Good Ship Lollipop."

Feel free to stop by if you want a lollipop, or a cheerful conversation, or a hug.

guppy_sandhu

"She needs an MRI, but I really don't think she should be on this ward." Guppy calls back through the door as he enters.

He sits near the wall with a cup of tea and a chocolate mousse dessert.

fiery_ring

"You all wanted to box her ears as much as I did!" Carlotta says to whoever is behind her.

She closes the door and heads over to the bar, where she gets some ice for her knuckles. She's surprised how much it hurt this time, and wonders if she should practice hitting people more often.

[tinytag: Carlotta Brown]

alertcommando

Outside.

Lounging on a rock, Tanya watches the night sky.

Tomorrow she will go back home to fight. Tomorrow.

Tonight, she is just... well, relaxing and hoping for something.

[ Tanya Adams ]

candied-rabbit.livejournal.com

There's a rabbit-boy in the Bar, tonight, sitting around in his pajamas and painting his nails. He's nestled onto the couch with a few, small bottles of the make-up down on the floor in front of him, in a handful of various colors - though, by this point, his own fingers and toes have already been adorned with a friendly, purple shade that matches his present attire.

He's looking rather pleased with himself, since the paint job came off much neater, this time, than it did the last. If one multiplied him a few times and added some giggles, the scene around him could even be a creepy, clone-type slumber party.

But, as things stand cloneless at the moment, it's likely that he'll just have to find someone else to accost with his nail polish.