milliways_bar | Jul. 11th, 2008

Jul. 11th, 2008

appletuner.livejournal.com

A Kanon, outside, by the lake. He's close to the forest and far away from the door to the bar, specifically trying to isolate himself from any of the other denizens of Milliways. There's a prominent bruise on his cheek, but he's making no effort to nurse it at all, or give it any thought at all.

He has a violin with him, and he's playing it, using it as yet another way to disconnect from the world - his world is the song he's playing, and that's as far as the scope reaches. It's a slow and solemn one, saying more about his current emotions than the blank look on his face does - worry, fear, loss, anger, all of these are projected into a song which would not be recognized by anybody at all.

[tinytag: kanon]

3nanashi

[OOM: A conversation.]

raptorcanaria

[OOM: Death Star I see tonight]

[Tiny!tag: Dinah Lance]

realmrsreynolds

Sallie Reynolds is a woman on a mission, even if that mission (returning a handkerchief) seems to have hit a small snag (Joe not appearing to be around). No matter really; she could always leave it with the bar.

Sallie leaves the handkerchief in her pocket for the time being, claiming a barstool for herself and contemplating what her errands were to be for the rest of the day.

[ooc: Slowness for work; if I have to disappear I will warn appropriately. ETA: ~~Out for lunch.~~ Back!]

notthatpotter

James comes into the bar with a small open box filled with colourful little miscellaneous bits.

He has just received a package from his uncle George with the latest collection of prank-goods to test on his fellow classmates. (Plus some of his requested favourites.)

There is a mischievous and utterly gleeful look on this twelve year old's face as he goes to sit by the bar.

[ooc: inevitable slowtiming, but the post is open forever.]

a-good-sock.livejournal.com

[OOM: Joe goes to the Garment District to find materials for his show, and discovers something special...]

slightlymonkish.livejournal.com

[Millitimed to slightly after this. Also: this post is NOT open for tags. Sorry!]

Monk felt Stottlemeyer's bullets hit him, felt himself somersault backwards over the edge of the dock, felt himself falling for what seemed like forever, felt himself come into hard contact with the water waiting below.

SPLASH

There are two things about this situation that have Monk very confused.

1) The water is very, very warm. Too warm to be water in the Bay.
2) The sun is out. It was just 11 PM, and now the sun —

Oh.

Milliways.

It takes his body and mind a few moments to absorb the shock from what just happened. Captain Leland Stottlemeyer of the SFPD, his best friend in the world, just fired 2 bullets into his (kevlar protected) chest. About 15, maybe 20 people saw it happen. That's 15, maybe 20 people who will make statements to a judge and solidify Adrian and Leland's plan. Those same 15, maybe 20, people (plus a hell of a lot more) will comb the shore and water for days, and they won't find a body.

Everyone is going to think he's dead, and that's exactly what the plan dictated.

All that's left to do now is solve the case.

childofathos

Five days is perhaps too long for Teyla to be spending in the Bar currently, but she's needed the time away. Bar had given her the same room she had when she was Bound and she's found it both a comfort and a worry.

Her door is still here, however, and soon she will return through it. She has time for breakfast before she leaves though. Tea and fruit and yogurt.

She'd share if you asked, and she wouldn't say no to company.

[tiny!tag: Teyla Emmagan]

hermajestysfury

Officially Nick Fury is dead in Earth 420. Technically the official line is correct, but it's also not quite applicable. Nick is dead. Sir Nicholas is just fine, thanks.

Of course the fact that he's officially dead means that the people who are hunting him down do not have any idea what they're in for. So it's not even that he's been avoiding highly competent people for the last several weeks, it's just that there are a lot of them.

Some time at the bar will be a nice change.

frustrated-asst.livejournal.com

Today, Natalie decides wearily, is the perfect day for a drink.

After making sure her daughter, Julie, is all right and settled, Natalie goes to find the nearest bar, preferably one at which she won't get served a roofie cocktail.

She speaks aloud as she drives, cursing Stottlemeyer, God, and just about anyone else she can think of who deserves to be bitched out tonight. A couple of times she has to pull over to cry.

She finally finds a nice enough looking bar, and enters. Instead of the darkened environment she's expecting, she finds something a bit brighter. And... bigger? What?

She stares around, amazed, before sinking to the floor and laughing in that way that people who are overstressed tend to laugh.

Welcome to Milliways, Natalie.

prob-japanese.livejournal.com

When Bumblebee cruises into the Bar today- in 'bot form this time, so there's a five foot tall yellow robot in the Bar rather than a teeny Camaro- he's promptly met with a delivery left for him. We hope the patrons nearest the Bar proper will excuse his brief burst of gleeful trumpet sounds. What good is a recorded medieval fanfare if you don't get to use it?

(He's got another fanfare recorded, but it's for very specific circumstances. Optimus made everybody watch certain Earth movies after he found out about them, and 'Bee has never been one to fuss much over copyright law to begin with.)

He'll thank Jerry when he sees him next, but for now Bumblebee is going to look around and see what's going on. There's signatures in the Bar his scanners don't recognize.

likesthecoat

Ianto has a book on Greek mythology under his arm, and the gleam of "coffee coffee coffee" in his eye, thus making Milliways a perfect stop.

Teaboy reading and sipping in a booth.

[tiny tags: Teyla Emmagen, Pan, The Question]

bloody-awful.livejournal.com

There's that dirty old man sitting at the end of the Bar in the corner again. Doesn't he have a home to go to? Of course he does. That's why he'd rather be here than there. There he is with his pint and his ashtray and --

Uh oh, he's drinking gin. This bodes ill.

always-okay.livejournal.com

OOM: I wanted to impress on you that we take our mission here very seriously.

[[tinytag: x5-494 (alec)]]

sliceitwithwind.livejournal.com

Above the grounds between the bar and the lake the Whirlwind Lancer paces. Xaldin isn't sure what he is going to do next but he is also not yet ready to enter the building and begin meeting the Somebodies in there on their own turf. IX was less than helpful with his babbling speech and Xaldin does not trust Demyx when IX is so obviously acting. Of course IX is always acting which makes the amount Xaldin trusts him very small indeed.

The nature of air is that it is almost never still and so Xaldin paces when he thinks. His personal preference is a good six inches above the ground, even when the ground rises or falls.

[Tiny Tag: Xaldin]

will_scarlett

[Recovering is complicated and involves a trip to New York with a hard aftermath.]

(OOC: Warnings for intimacy and recovery from trauma, also millitimed so it makes sense.)

captainryan.livejournal.com

Just under a week until the full moon, but there's still time before Ryan finds the indoors confining. The bar's been fairly quiet recently, except for that spate of laundry fresheners stinking up the place. But even that's faded now and Ryan's routine hasn't been interrupted in ages.

Damn, he's bored.

He's finished his evening meal and has settled back in a comfortable chair with a pint of Guinness, back to the wall and facing the wall with the Door. The glimpses of other people's worlds are interesting (and a bit depressing, not that he'll admit that). Who knows, maybe someone will come in with a fight on their hands?

[OOC: ~~Mun is here for ~.5-1 hour, away for ~2 hours, and then back for the evening. Back! Thanks for the patience!~~ Bed now. Open till off the page.]

gonna_live

[On Osiris: Simon makes good on his promise.]

notagagagirl.livejournal.com

She doesn't really want to go back.

But she does. They (whoever they are) took her (sorry excuse for a) life, took her freedom... and tossed her.

That last count might be the thing she gets most pissed about.

She's scared to go back. But she can't just stay here, mooching off of Fury forever. Technically (very very very technically), she's an adult now. Just. Anyway, adults don't... mooch.

So there's a rather stiff-looking gal in her usual bizarre hairstyle and self-made dress, near the door, eying the door nervously. She just... needs to go.

...

Nerves suck ass.

(itty bitty tag: Scaramouche)

will_scarlett

Guppy healed his side up so he's not as sore as he's been in a while.

So Will is in the Bar with his bow, testing it and hoping that soon he can actually use it again.

He's also thinking about the fight with Kate which is worrying him so he occasionally takes a long drink of ale.

Tiny tag: Eric O'Grady

iron-irina.livejournal.com

For most of the afternoon and evening, Irina has been outside, practicing her form with her rapier.

When she comes back into the bar, her back is still straight, and she still stands tall.

The extent to which she has worked is most telling in the rise and fall of her chest, and the way her dark hair sticks to her face. Irina takes a seat at the bar, accepting the glass of water from the bar gratefully. Her rapier hangs at her belt, stuck in its sheath.

She's out of full uniform today; she's clad in grey pants and her black military boots, along with a white tank top that seems a little odd when taken into consideration with her black gloves.

The gloves, however, soon come off.

Having finished her water, the blade comes up and out again. Carefully, she tests the edge with one finger, frowning just slightly. She hasn't used it to cut anything today, but it's still a little blunt for her taste.

tinytags: irina spalko, dudley do-right
ooc: mun ~~off for the night~~ being sneaky. tagging up every so often until exhaustion and collapse. will tag up tomorrow. tags open until it scrolls off the front page.

guppy_sandhu

Guppy is out back, practicing something that looks between martial arts and breakdancing.

He's not training for anything in particular, but he reckons it's a good idea to get properly in shape while he can. He's still got the sunglasses on, despite it not being particularly sunny.

When he hesitates, the large sack he's got dangling from the tree swings back and knocks him over. As he gets up, he wonders if it's a mark of shame for the sack to win.

scurlock

There is a clearing some distance away from the bar which gets set up occasionally as a shooting range. A short time before sunset, a cowboy walks out with a rifle slung over one shoulder and a bag over the other. He paces off a certain number of yards, from the 'line'. Thankfully there is a good sized stump at roughly the distance he wants to shoot.

He reaches into the bag and pulls out several empty soda cans he collected off tables in the Bar earlier, and lines them up in a row, and drops the bag with the spares at the base of the stump before he walks back to the line.

Doc makes sure to check all around the 'range', and jabs a stick with an orange flag in it a few yards in the direction of the bar, to help get people's attention. He'd rather not shoot anything other than the cans.

Soon enough, he's standing tall, sighting the rifle, and pulling the trigger.

The lever-action rifle is loud when it fires, so anyone nearby would have plenty of warning by the sound alone. Every six rounds, he takes a break to reload.

ooc: He is botherable but obviously, get his attention first before you stroll on up.

mallory-grace.livejournal.com

Mallory is not sulking.

No.

It's more of a pout.

Her time here with Ryu on their vacation had been wonderful, but all good things must come to an end, eventually, and it's time for them both to go back to their own worlds for a while.

It doesn't mean she has to like it.

She puts her arms around him in a warm hug, and sighs.

"I guess this is it."

killitwithfire

Life has been goooood to Axel lately. This is, perhaps, reflected by the grin on his face, and the very bad humming.

It's a nice night out, and he's thinking of setting up a bonfire. That'd make things even better.

((ooc:

ETA: Any further tags are still welcome, but millitimed to BEFORE Xaldin's. Thank you.))

(tinytag: Xaldin))

mallory-grace.livejournal.com

[[OOM: Mallory and Ryu’s vacation comes to an end, and Mallory fails to sneak back home unnoticed.]]

dancewaterdance

There is a black lump on the couch by the fire. On the floor leaning against the couch by the fire.

Upon closer inspection it's an Organization XIII coat, not just a black lump. Curled up like it is, arms tucked safely against the sides to hide the bit of exposed skin from a missing glove, Demyx shakes as black vapor slowly pours off of him like steam. He seems smaller, somehow. Harder to focus on. Like trying to look at the after images of staring at a bright light for too long.

He lets out a small shudder, taking an involuntary breath which just makes him cough water again, and pulls the hood up more to keep his face hidden under it all the more.

[Tiny Tag Adventures: Demyx]

Current Mood: ohgodthepain

stuck-mynock.livejournal.com

Atton's been hitting stuff, and now he's taking up space to annoy people. Both are good pastimes.

Thus, he's sprawled out across the length of the sofa, hands behind his head, with his sword, jacket, shirt and boots on the floor next to him. He's looking rather thoughtful.

After all, there are Important Things to be thinking about.

adamantiumloner

Logan got out for a bit. Went to another world to kick some ass and bring back a couple friends.

It was all right.

The fight wasn't over yet to his mind though so he's got a gripe or two about that. But it's Logan, if he's not pissed or surly about something he's not really being Logan, so...

Short mutant, at a table, with a bottle and an eye out for action, people he's been looking for and distraction in general.