milliways_bar | Jul. 12th, 2008

Jul. 12th, 2008

The door opens, as usual, and Tanya steps in. But this time she does not just go sit down, but pauses, grins and heads out again...

Take two, the door opens and Tanya wheels in a rather large military-issue travel chest, settling it down near a table. She moves the cart back out, and now comes to sit down and orders a meal.

She has goodies for someone, but anyone curious can have a peek after asking.

[ Tanya Adams ]

ellectrical

[OOM: Good work.

Spoilers through Heroes 2x08.]

tall-dark-and.livejournal.com

Riku, outside the bar, sitting at the edge of the pond. He's staring out at it, a look on his face like he's not really seeing the pond or any of his actual surroundings. Whatever he's actually seeing is not actually here at the time - this kid is looking into and remembering the past, and whatever he's remembering isn't making him that happy.

It might be best to kick him to snap him out of it. Being kicked is always better than being an angstmonger, eh? He'd kick himself for it, anyway, if he was someone else who happened upon him. Jeeze.

Gotta wonder what he's thinking about, though. Could be anything of a large variety, at this point. One bad day has turned into a bad year...

[tinytag: xigbar, rhyme]

is-listening.livejournal.com

[ooc: Two pups, one mun! Take your pick! FYI: Slowtime warning is in effect.]

Dr. Crane is seated at Bar, hunched over a little cup of espresso.

It looks like he's guarding it.

Who in the world could he be guarding it from?

We'll give you a hint: sitting a few seats down Bar from Frasier is Alex Krycek, who has been eyeing the other man and grinning for the past ten minutes.

It's making Frasier very nervous.

Krycek just thinks it's entertaining.

[tinytag; Frasier Crane]

aimedforthemoon

Getting a little of tired of having her arse handed to her in the flight sims, the Russian astronaut is sitting at a table downstairs. Well.

'Sit' for a given value of the word, which in this case means slumped with her head being proped up by her hand as she studies the model RZ-1 A-wing on her desk.

She probably wouldn't mind interuption.

(and neither, if it had any sapience, would the model starfighter. Being studied that intently is never reassuring)

[tiny!tag: the russian astronaut]

imthegoodguy.livejournal.com

Ben was carrying a bottle of DHARMA brand Italian soda when Milliways intercepted him. Said bottle of soda would have suited him fine had he remained on the Island, but now that he's at the end of the universe? That (unopened) bottle is being chucked aside for some good old end of the universe brand coffee.

(Perhaps he would have given the bottle to Dinah, had he seen her around. She's conspicuously absent.)

If you need the little Island dictator, he's seated at the bar, people watching.

[ ooc: post is, of course, open 'til it scrolls offa da page. ]

twiststheblade

Well, it has been a long time, hasn't it? Too long, perhaps. Certainly too long for the little assassin who is currently sitting quietly at a table towards the edge of the room, swinging her feet and idly plaiting and un-plaiting a strand of hair.

Miho? Is bored. Being stuck in the Bar is not her idea of a good time, and it's been far too long. But there's nothing for her in her own world, and there's nothing for her here. She's, perhaps, a little saner than she was when her friends 'rescued' her from her own world, but also, perhaps, in some other ways a little less sane.

Who knows what goes on in the head of the little mute? To judge by the emptiness of her eyes, it's not much at all. She needs something to do - or a lot of people will be very sorry, because when Miho decides to create her own entertainment, she is usually the only one who is entertained. Other people tend to be, for the most part, too dead to care.

aventine-gaia.livejournal.com

Gaia is outside. It's the first time in her life that she has ever really been outside.

In her twenty-five years she has never once set foot outside her city, and she can count on her fingers the number of times she has left the Aventine area. It's strange, the quiet, the trees, the lake, the birds--but most of all the freedom.

She doesn't know whether she'll be sent back. She doesn't know whether she can be sent back, if she doesn't want to go. She doesn't know whether, if anyone knew she was a slave back home, she would be treated as one here also. All she knows is that in a split second she seems to have accomplished what she'd been longing for her entire life, and she will not go back voluntarily.

She doesn't know, either, what she will do here; but it's not like having nothing is a new concept to her, and it's surprising how one can survive if one is only determined enough. Morality is a luxury for the rich, and has no place in her life, not now, not yet.

She'll sort things out somehow. She would've had to anyway, if she'd earned her freedom in a conventional way back in Rome; this is just sooner, more unexpected.

And she would not mind conversation.

[tiny tag: gaia (rome)]

lil-green-apple.livejournal.com

She had not expected, upon entering the bar proper, to speak with Lady Bar at all, and a request that she bartend was certainly not under consideration. However, she hopes that, perhaps, if she does this favour, she may find her door home, and at any rate, the times she has seen others bartending did not make it look difficult. It is simply retrieving drinks for others, yes? And so she agreed.

The Specials Board, after some consideration, has been adorned with a rather nice drawing of the woods outside*, as she has always seen drawings on this board but did not know what they were there for. Pomona herself has taken a position behind the bar, peering at bottles of liquids worriedly whilst also keeping an eye out for patrons.

Happy Hour, as they say, is open, ladies and gentlemen.

*And the narration wishes luck to any who try to work out what kind of special that is.

Teeny tiny tag: Sabriel

there-is-a-me.livejournal.com

Spoon is wiring snake skeletons together. He left the rest of the skull at home, but figures the snakes are safe enough for here.

Yeah, that's about it. Ayup.

lilith-iyapo.livejournal.com

[OOM: Questions]

[OOM: A visitor]

mnt_mike

Mike wanders downstairs with a man on a mission. Judging by the deep furrow on his brow it's a mission of confusing proportions. He does a lap of the main bar, looking thither and yon, but doesn't seem pleased by what he finds...or doesn't find.

"MapleBaby? Have you seen my guitar?"

He asks on his approach towards Bar.
For a few moments nothing happens, but then his trusty acoustic guitar appears on her top.

The confusion melts and is quickly replaced by a wide beaming grin.

"What would I do without you?"

Wither and die.
Comes the neat and flowing napkin based reply.

"Ha! Probably."

He takes the guitar and carries it over to one of the many squashy chairs by the fireplace.
The dulcet tones of someone attempting to learn The Beach Boys blends nicely into the overall din of the bar.

[ooc: not so much plot-locked as needed for plot. mun is neck deep in things and replies will be slow....with an 82% chance of slowtime.]

sliceitwithwind.livejournal.com

He hasn't entered the bar since the first time he was here-when he got drunk with Xigbar. Atlantean is a wonderful thing in that it got even them drunk. He still has no plans to do so soon.

Xaldin's thoughts as he tests the limits of Milliways' atmosphere are centered around VIII and IX. It is less surprising that VIII is here than it is that IX chose not to tell him. IX has always been a loyalist. To the best of his ability III has trusted him. That seems to have been a mistake. It is one which will not be made again.

fabledcinders.livejournal.com

Blondes really do have more fun, Cinderella's decided.
If, you know, "fun"="kicking the crap out of the Adversary's goons".
It's all a matter of perspective. Mission accomplished.

She doesn't have her gun or any visible weapons, this time 'round. She put them away after returning to the Woodland.
She wasn't expecting Milliways, but she's not one bit sorry to be back.

waylostandfound.livejournal.com

There were things going on back home. The Company to deal with, a brother to find, and find out who really killed Kaito Nakuramura and why his mom wants to take the rap for it.

So why is Nathan in the bar tonight instead of back home?
Oh, because the door lead here, right around the time of a competition between a god and a white witch.
And now, there was a floating tortoise shell with a wolf tail sticking out from the back, and a guy trying to hide himself inside said shell until this damn magic wackiness wears off. At times, it was hovering somewhere around the rafters.

Current Mood: f@#&-ing milliways

guppy_sandhu

Guppy is out back, with his very small dog.

His fiancee thought that going to a dog show might help both of them get used to other dogs. Guppy wasn't so sure, but it was all right. Sparky walked away with first prize in the 'dog that looks least like a dog' category.

The two of them are currently playing fetch with a small squeaky bone.

smallestopener

Ingress has been thinking a lot this week. She can't forget what happened in Valdemar. She still hasn't talked about it, not even with Megwyn. She also can't change who she is. Even if her hair was brown, her eyes would still be opalescent and her origin outKingdom. Her friends and teachers last week helped, but what Lorne said made a big difference.

"Maybe Valdemar isn't what you thought it would be, doll. Almost nothing ever is... But you'll be fine. Trust me."

Ingress is a brave little girl, and she is going to be a Herald, whether people like Kessa want her or not. But she has to have a plan. She's learned that much from Tom and Door, and Marian, as well; when dealing with those who would set themselves against you, you must have a plan. Her books haven't been very helpful, but she bets the patrons of Milliways can help. She pins a glittered sign (all the better to catch the eye) to the bulletin board.

It reads:
Has Anyone Ever Been Mean To You (As a Kid)?
Or Called You Names Because You Looked Diferent?
If that hapened, please fill out this questionare by Ingress and put it in the box.

Written in small letters, as if forgotten when making the sign until the last minute is the sentence:
This is for a school project thanks for helping!

(School is, of course, out for the summer holidays in the House of Arch.)

On a small table below the sign is a decorated shoebox and a stack of hand-written questionnaires( with the following questions: )

She'll be waiting anxiously to see what good advice she gets. She has to make her plans.

vyvyan

"I need a finger!" Vyvyan yells at Bar as he stems the blood flow coming from his hand.

It was meant to be a trick, but it went a little wrong. And Vyvyan has a feeling that he'll need the actual finger if he's to reattach it.

[tinytag: Vyvyan]

thinkitwithguns.livejournal.com

Xigbar? Has not bothered going back inside since, like, he first went out. Outside doesn't make him wanna puke. Inside does. It's as simple as that, man. But this has so not stopped him from getting his hands on more Atlantean.

Like. That stuff? Best stuff ever. Who the fuck cares if it gives him a nasty hangover? He hasn't had a hangover in fucking years. It's awesome.

Outside is better than inside. Outside is better than inside.

[tinytag: Xigbar, Xaldin, Demyx]

gonna_live

[On Osiris: There's some starwatching. But not only starwatching.]

[Warnings for discussion of family planning and difficulties therein.]

asar-suti.livejournal.com

Asar-Suti and Jadis had been arguing about transformations, in the library. People had been wanting transformations, preferably animal but also man/machine ones, from 'Suti for ages. And out of the argument, there had grown competition. Who could do more? Who could do it faster? Who had the better technique?

So, now they are sitting in the bar room proper, Jadis drinking vodka and Asar-Suti drinking bourbon, waiting for hapless victims to come by that they can test their techniques on. Anybody that comes across them tonight will probably end up in animal shape, or at least with some animal body parts...

[[OOC: Two muns, two pups, one magic competition! Anybody that tags this post will most likely end up with a tail, cat ears, wings, or whatever else they or we can think of. The effect will last for one to three days and then go away on its own. If you have a special preference (pig snout and donkey ears anybody?) for your charrie, ping AIM sootymun or conciseprecis. Muns have been to Hard Rock Café today, where the cocktais are entirely too big, so now are rather blotto -- expect crack & enter at own risk!]]

song_tra_bong

[oom: How Mary Anne spent her summer vacation.]

Mary Anne comes through the door like a woman on a mission; there's a faded bag resting on her hip and her boots are caked in dirt. She's three steps into the room before she even realizes where she is.

"Well, I'll be damned."

She slows her pace and heads over to the bar, smiling faintly. It's been too long.

[ooc: Realized just how long it's been since my girl was in the bar and decided to fix that. This post is open for tags until I say it's not.]

lilith-iyapo.livejournal.com

[OOM: Choices]

The woman doesn't react with any visible emotion to the sight of Milliways. Indeed, she might have been a statue for all the reaction she displays. Lilith's initial assumption is that she's dreaming, or has lost her mind once and for all.
She's too wrung out emotionally to care which it is. If it's a delusion, she may yet be better off.
Rest would help her to realize that that of course isn't true. For now, she'll play along. She walks toward the bar, seeming utterly indifferent to her surroundings. Oh, she sees; she moves out of people's way, doesn't walk into furniture, but there's as much expression to her as to a hunk of steel.

acts_of_gord

Arc welding produces sparks and emits intense visible and invisible rays that pose several hazards to unprotected skin and eyes. It is suggested that someone undertaking this endeavor should wear only flame-resistant clothing, and button his or her cuffs and pockets to prevent them from catching sparks. Pants cuffs, too, can catch sparks and should be avoided.

Of course, that assumes that the welder in question is wearing clothes and not, for example, an H.E.V. Mark IV Protective System for use in hazardous environment conditions. If that's your idea of safety gear, then just make sure you're wearing an industrial-grade auto-darkening helmet and appropriate gloves. Like, say, the ones Gordon is peeling off as he emerges into the Bar from the direction of Suzi Darley's workshop; Captain Ryan's been helping him get the hang of the welding rig the Bar loaned him to use on all those blasted bicycle parts. Gordon'll never admit it to anyone, but after all the locked doors and impassable obstacles at Black Mesa that wouldn't even succumb to explosives, it's weirdly therapeutic to have the option of wielding something that slices through metal like a knife through butter. He might just see if he can get something like that to take with him when his door comes back.

He'll change into clothing later. Right now he's just realized he's been working on learning welding for several hours and could really do with something to eat. And drink; playing with fire and metal is thirsty work.

[tinytag: Gordon Freeman]

subject-lj-here.livejournal.com

The other day, Chell, our resident post-Aperture Science cripple, received new clothes and a wheelchair. They say that clothes make the man (or woman, in this case), but if Chell knew the saying, she would be inclined to disagree. The nightmares of what GLaDOS put her through--a living hell--play through her mind on constant repeat, drowning out nearly anything else.

Nearly, because she is currently working very on NOT crashing into the little rats that populate Milliways.

Anyone in the Bar tonight will see a Chell, in a black t-shirt and orange shorts (that have the same logos as her jumpsuit, by the way), bumping her way through the general Milliways area.

[[Open till it falls off the page. Dunno who wants to thread with a PTSD Aperture reject, but now's your chance! :D]]

[Tiny Tag: Chell, Gordon Freeman]

hadyougoing

If you haven't seen one Ava Wilson in a while, well ...

She's been busy.

Tonight, she's hanging out by the forest's edge, dressed in discreetly muted tones. Her posture is relaxed, and only the slightest tension in her shoulders and her brow reveals that she is concentrating.

After a moment, the little demon girl appears, same as before-- why pass up the tried and true, right? Ava watches as it coalesces, smiling faintly.

"Hey there," she says. "Sorry it took so long-- I wanted to do this right, you know?" A grin. "Good news: There's a whooooole bar full of people up there. Kinda like an all-you-can-eat buffet! Not that you go to a whole lot of buffets, but you get it."

A beat. Ava's grin widens.

"Go nuts."

The door from the lake bursts open. At first, no one appears to be there-- maybe it was just a stray breeze.

Then, on the walls, ghostly chalk writing appears:

I WILL NOT KILL.

I WILL NOT KILL.

I WILL NOT KILL ...

Time to see if this Milliways crowd is on top of their game.

[OOC: Hey guys! ICly, Ava is not taggable right now-- however, the demon that she summoned is in the main bar, and is completely taggable. This isn't plotlocked, so feel free to have your character react to this post in whatever way is IC. Ava's looking to see how Security handles the demon, but if your character isn't Security and wants to kick its ass, feel free! Please ping me at Merky Dee if you decide to take that route, and also ping with any questions/comments. Have fun!]

debeaked.livejournal.com

Something skitters in the rafters above the main hubbubb of the bar. With no watermelon in sight, the mighty hunter stalks his prey.

[ooc: anyone i didn't get to on the old post: do feel free to ping here as I'm up for a while; as for Lamarr, same applies here re: headhumping and you]

there-is-a-me.livejournal.com

Just before Ace, Axel, and Spoon leave for a TARDIS trip the werewolf darts into the bar in order to leave ( notes )
for Lissar, Yrael, Axel's friends, and Security

candied-rabbit.livejournal.com

The Momiji that wanders down from upstairs, tonight, is...well, a different-looking one than the standard model, thanks to a pair of playful magical types. To be specific, the boy's sporting a large iguana tail, presently curling out of the back of his pajama pants through a haphazardly cut hole, and, from the neck up, his blond hair now frames not his usual features but a red-orange, furred fox-head.

Suffice to say, this change of appearance took some time to get used to, so he's only just getting down to dinner. Hence, he wanders over to the Bar, settling daintily onto a stool and ordering a snack. His tail twitches awkwardly as he gets it comfortable, and, all in all, he still looks somewhat off kilter.

But, hey, it's not often that he finds both ends of himself being attacked by unexplained, animalistic transformations. At least, non-rabbit ones. So, he could probably use some bothering.

wildbernadotte.livejournal.com

After blowing up the SWAT communications tent, hijacking a helicopter, and witnessing the bloody chorus that was Master Alucard's declaration of war, Pip Bernadotte just wanted to find a bar in Rio where he could drink himself under the table cheaply and effectively.

He'd entered a place that seemed dark and seedy, just as if London had come and followed them all to Brazil. The inside of the bar was a lot different to how he expected it to be, but that didn't bother him. Neither did the fact that some of the people already in the bar looked strange - like, really strange. but he wasn't really one to talk - eyepatch, cowboy hat and metre-long braid? Really.

What did bother him, however, was the scene that was happening outside the window. It wasn't the street he has just been on... it was an explosion. A huge explosion of planets, stars, galaxies - the entire universe, it seemed. And it kept repeating.

If this is what happened when you entered this bar, he couldn't wait until he actually started drinking.

[tiny tag: pip bernadotte, seras victoria, shinigami rem,vyvyan basterd]
~~first time here, whoo~~~

q_in_training

[Semi-OOM: It sucks out loud when history starts repeating itself. Well, most of the time, anyway.

(Millitimed to around the 8th.)]

the_lioness

[OOM: It starts when a restless feeling leads to an odd request.

And with a guitar that isn't where it should be; or is it?

Alanna and Raph arrive separately at the same conclusion and set off together for parts both known and not. (All mental images of Raph as Sancho Panza are heartily encouraged.)

But some things, it turns out, need to be done alone.

Threads in the last post are linked together.]