milliways_bar | Jul. 9th, 2008

Jul. 9th, 2008

The patrons of Milliways could be forgiven for not realizing just how competent Agent Zed is when he's not stuck in the establishment of a certain Big Bastard. Back in his dimension--in several dimensions, actually--not much happens without Zed knowing about it. There are many reasons why he's the man in charge of the Men in Black.

Which makes it all the more impressive that K has managed to keep a lid on the fact that he's all but recruited Nita, Goldy and Jen Walters into the MiB.

And so, here's Zed, sitting at Bar in blissful unawareness of the Mighty Riptide of Crack closing fast.

Not that he isn't grumpy as hell right now. He's in Milliways, after all.

It's just that, by comparison with, say, a month from now, this right here is going to seem like perfectly goddamn cheerful.

mycursedface

Sisters...can be sisters. And Thetis is Thetis and somewhere, Medusa found a door and slipped gratefully back into Milliways.

Of course, given said door was in an underwater ruin, the Gorgon is utterly soaked when she enters the Bar, to the extent of water pooling around her feet quite quickly.

Oops.

[ooc: and off to work, be back in four and a half hours and will pick up any and all tags then]

alorn-bear.livejournal.com

Belar's been arguing with his people today. It's a long story. The short version involves the Mongolian Olympic team, Dorbed archers, and pushy, pushy parents forming a coalition with an officially atheist government. Like it says, long story, and its end result is a slightly ticked-off god stomping through the front door of Milliways to do his security duty. He doesn't bother with the flourishes this time; he just points at a table and says, "Sign."

And hey, there's one now.

SECURITY MEMBER ON DUTY

IT'S THE GLOWY BLUE GUY

DON'T BOTHER LOOKING FOR THE BADGE

I'LL GET IT IF I NEED IT

And there's one more glowy blue guy in the Bar than there was before. Albeit a glowy blue guy who looks like Owen Wilson.

sun-hwa.livejournal.com

[ OOM: Somewhere in the South Pacific, early in the morning ]

yinyangwizard.livejournal.com

Anyone who ventures onto the grounds today will see a rare sight: Seimei has let his spirit servants out to play.

In the sky, a flaming bird and a serpentine metallic dragon loop and dart about, now and again chasing each other, occasionally skimming the lake. A glittering sapphire-blue koi the size of a terrier leaps and dives in the lake itself. At the fringes of the forest, a silver-white fox hunts hapless squirrels while a massive badger digs for tasty roots. On the open grounds, a magnificent kirin exults in its speed and grace, running faster than the finest thoroughbred horse.

Seimei is sitting under a small tree in the garden. His butterfly, a creature with elegant pink wings and jewel-like eyes, flits between summer flowers and drinks their nectar.

The fox, the butterfly and the koi are relatively friendly - or at least curious - and will take an interest in anyone who approaches. The kirin might as well, depending on the nature of the person who comes close. The badger prefers his solitude, and the dragon and flaming bird are keeping their distance.

As for their master, he's in a good mood and is plucking out music on a koto - and he is, as usual, quite approachable.

irredeemableant.livejournal.com

Eric staggers through his door to Milliways. Not due to injury, or inebriation, or any other word beginning with 'in'.

But because he burst into laughter the instant he walked towards the door on the other side.

He just played, in his mind, the best practical joke ever.

Of course, it might permanently scar his psych evaluation. Oops.

But for now, Eric O'Grady flips open his helmet, sits down at the bar, and orders a BLT.

Mmm, sandwich.

[tiny tag: Eric O'Grady]

visible_sariel

Sariel's out of uniform when she enters today. Judging by the day-simulating lighting shining in wile the door's open, she's several hours from a shift. There's a bemused shake of the head, a shrug, and then she's crossing the room; when the end of the multiverse turns up in your corridor, shutting the door is only one possible answer.

One of the seats at Bar is now taken. Take another? The girl in the green dress* won't mind at all.

*It's green, really. Chanter lacks the appropriate icon.

Not!tag: Tanya Adams

Current Mood: okay

nothawkingbird.livejournal.com

Her and Will would be doing some swimsuit shopping soon for their vacation. Kate didn't check to see if her door was back yet, and didn't even linger in the bar as she walked through with her cello case. She just made a beeline for the back door, and stepped outside, breathing the summer air. She quietly walked out back, and set up around the rocks near the shoreline. Remembering when she would sometimes do this at Interlochen, and it was encouraged to get a feel of different acoustics settings. She picked up her bow, and after a few moments of tuning her cello, she started to play.

She really needed some fresh air, and distractions after the recent hellish months she's had, and the lengthy sleep she only woke up from the other day. At least it's over now, and they can focus on recovering.

will_scarlett

Kate's awake and doing better, which makes life a lot happier as Will gets some lunch from a table where he can watch her play.

flail_victoria

Seras sat in the library hiding from her new fledgling. She was embarrassed yes, and rather pissed at him. Come bother her if you feel like it.

alittle-priest.livejournal.com

Jack Priest, who has been avoiding just about everyone in an attempt to get a better handle on his Serbian (considering), has taken up a seat in one of the booths. He's working his way through a late lunch, early dinner, while quietly mouthing the words he's reading through every few bites. It's difficult, learning a language alone, but it's something to keep busy with.

At the bar counter itself, Carlos Ramirez is enjoying a plate of nachos and a beer. He's not really on duty, but he's around mostly because if he's going to sit for a while and try and figure out a new defensive measure for his outfit, he might as well do it where there's plenty of beer, food to munch on, and people to distract him when he gets annoyed.

Outside, a man and his no that's not really a horse are busy having a discussion about heading back out to start their mission. Fess is of a mind that Rod should make sure he's completely 'repaired' after the rough landing, whereas Rod wants to get back to business. The robotic companion has of course dealt with obstinate owners before, but it never loses its charm.

Lastly, Garion trots in to settle down before his bartending shift. He's been dealing with the Tolnedran ambassador all day and he's pretty sure Mike or Indy would take exception to him cutting anyone in half. So really, this is best for everyone. He takes a table and orders up a hamburger, two chocolate shakes, and some fried paradoxes.

[ooc: multipup since they're all up and I don't want to waste the opportunity][tiny tag: rod gallowglass, jack priest]

aimedforthemoon

Entirely unaware of a certain previous conversation, the Russian astronaut is sitting at a table by the Observation window. She isn't reading, though, or gazing out at the beautiful destruction.

No, she's making a model.

A rocket, actually.

She'll paint the Cyrillic on later.

[tiny!tag: the russian astronaut, the question]

candied-rabbit.livejournal.com

So, there's a rabbit-boy in the Bar, this evening. He's at a table near the bar itself, a giant milkshake settled to the left side of him. To the right, there's a little, cardstock sign, all glitter and crayon, propped up on a few volumes of manga.

It reads: "Come play with me! :D"

This, one might conclude, is refers to the checkers board sitting out in front of Momiji.

born-running.livejournal.com

An Alien Experiment Boy walks into a bar at the end of the universe and orders a cup of tea, which comes with a saucer and a biscuit. After looking over the saucer for a moment, the boy is struck with a genius idea for making a scale model of a spaceship capable of traveling galaxies. Just as he is about to test this theory, he receives a note from the Bar:

Kid, it reads, no flying saucers allowed.

{Translation: One Luke, inna bar, learning about jokes. Tag at your own risk.}

hellsingsdog.livejournal.com

Alucard takes a seat in front of the Observation Window. Watching the universes end.

He is getting bored, obvious by the fact he keeps looking towards his door. Appears one moment and gone the next. Today he has taken on his most powerful form, that of a young Alucard.

ubertracker.livejournal.com

Patrons stare out the observation window all the time. That's nothing new.

What is probably new is the scene taking place near the window this evening. The large sabre-tooth cat is sitting on a table, front paws draped over the leading edge, eyes focused on the universe ending on the other side of the glass.

It just doesn't stop.

But it's never the same.

Which explains why Diego has been sitting there for quite some time, with a thoughtful expression on his face.

[tinytag: diego]

walksthebounds

Jamie's sitting at a booth eating an ice-cream.

It's a relatively alcoholic ice-cream, because it was given him in Creema di Leema by someone who enjoyed the pantomime performance. It is possible that Jamie has just brought it in to feel smug about getting around the rules and thumb his nose in the faces of the waitrats. However, it's also delicious!

He is also taking the opportunity to count his most recent earnings, and looking rather pleased with the result even as he drips ice-cream on several pieces of Creema di Leeman currency.

guppy_sandhu

[oom: Catching up time on the other side of the universe]

It's been about three weeks since yesterday here for Guppy, as time back home seemed to catch up in one big burst. He suspected as such, checked at the bar to confirm, checked on Brand, then made his way out back.

He's sitting next to the lake, with a bottle in his hand. It's still mostly full; he's trying to get a level of brain activity somewhere between too worried to think properly and too drunk to think properly.

paladinsuitsyou

Booth almost turns around and walks back out of the Bar when sees where he is.

The whole thing with that bear - God how embarrassing.

He holds his head up, though. Former snipers and current FBI agents don't run away from bars. Or bears. Even when they've acted ridiculously.

So he sits, has a beer and ponders.

mr_gaeta

Four years after he raised his right hand and swore to protect the Twelve Colonies of Kobol, Felix Gaeta -- not Lieutenant Gaeta any longer -- has separated from the Colonial Fleet.

Four years shouldn't be enough time to grow this unaccustomed to civilian clothes, but all he can think about, in an ineffectual, nattering circle that's distracting him from the bigger issues, is how poorly they fit compared to his uniform. The jacket's too wide across the shoulders, the shirt itches; he keeps touching the back of his neck when he realizes his dog tags are gone, and keeps taking his hand away when he remembers why.

Could be worse, though. At least he has a distraction.

It's a short ride to the planet's surface and a shorter walk to Colonial One. Gaeta ineffectually tries to straighten his jacket, knocks on the ship door, pushes it open after a moment's silence --

His eyebrows shoot up.

Despite what other people might say about Baltar, Gaeta doesn't find it likely that the President managed to turn an entire ship into a bar.

[Special OOC note for Greek!muns: please read this back room post before tagging. Many thanks!]

[Tinytag: the Russian astronaut]

vyvyan

Vyvyan comes downstairs for a bite.

This vampire business is fun! He just needs to remember not to lose it if he changes scene, which means concentrating every time he goes into another room. But he can keep that up easily, he's sure...

Well he'll keep it up for a day or so on purpose, after that he probably owes it to Seras to at least try and turn back.

forgottenfeline

There is a Kyo in a Bar. He is attempting to do handstands, because he's bored. Attempting is, honestly, a kind word for what he's doing. While he's strong enough to hold himself up, he still doesn't have much in the way of balance.

Still, he seems to be having fun.

uksupercop.livejournal.com

The bar is currently plus one police~~man~~ officer, who is currently partially hidden behind a large stack of paperwork.

Bother with care.

Current Mood: busy

for-petessake.livejournal.com

Anastasia is sitting on a Milliways sofa.

Well, after a fashion.

Her sneakered feet are dangling over the sofa's back, while her head is hanging off the edge of the seat. Tangled blonde hair is pooled on the floor.

Anastasia has a dilemma. A big one.

She's hoping the increased blood flow to her brain will help her think of a solution.

[Tiny tag: Anastasia Krupnik]

noteful

Meghan Ford opened the door to go out this evening, and saw Milliways where her front porch should have been.

She thought about closing the door again and going around to the back door, but she wasn't sure that would work, anyway, and so after a moment, she stepped into the bar.

It's the first time she's ever deliberately chosen to come here.

She's found a slightly out of the way seat and cup of tea, and she's watching to see what happens.

wellthrownstone.livejournal.com

Garion had come in earlier in a rather foul mood, but a full stomach, some chocolate, and a basket of fried paradoxes had cleared up most of it rather well. That was why there were specials on the board and, thankfully, a smile on his face as he stood behind the bar.

Today's Specials
Ale 1/2 off!
Beer 1/2 off!
Anything with chocolate: 1/2 off!
[ooc: emergency air conditioner installation and omg my arms after that resulted in lateness... apparently, I just can't win]

lilith-iyapo.livejournal.com

[PreMilliways OOM:A sleeper awakens]

Current Mood: awake
Current Location: ihavenoidea!

mogget_cat

There is an Yrael on one of the large, sun-warmed rocks by the lake. His violin has been set aside, resting safely near Yrael's hip.

Thoughtful in the blazing July sun, Yrael looks out across the lake.

(ooc: Now running off to sleep. Will try to pick up tags tomorrow, during slow moments at work.)

hermajestysfury

OOM: The Purple Man does not approve of the Man in the Orange Suit.

there-is-a-me.livejournal.com

Spoon has a jumpsuit. It's not Spoon-sized, it's Penny-sized. Apparently black leather, hood, made to cover her everywhere but her face. Nice goldish-colored ties and the like. Farming for the supplies for that when not, well, farming are what has been keeping him out of the Bar.

He's back now, though, and whistling something highly obscene both cheerfully and loudly.