milliways_bar | Jul. 17th, 2008

Jul. 17th, 2008

pwnuall.livejournal.com

There is a crow, hopping around on a table, looking variably confused and lost. He's not trying to fly around, and he's not trying to find anyone or anything to peck at - just hopping, cawing, and looking lost.

Hmm.

realmrsreynolds

[OOM: In the brothel, Sallie sees Lilly for advice, which is 70 to 75% less helpful than Sallie had hoped for, but at least the alcohol is nice.]

stubborn-annie.livejournal.com

Harry's a little too busy at home prowling the edges of the farm property, making sure the fences are in good repair and the goats can't escape; therefore, it's Annie who arrives at the Bar this morning armed with sign and thumbtacks. Mind you, considering the sign's contents, it's pretty much a given that she's going to be the one to post it.

Attention Milliways Patrons:

Tonight, 17 July, is the first night of the full moon. Tonight, tomorrow night, and the night after, the Bar's werewolf patrons will be a danger to anyone who goes outside after moonrise. Please be sensible and stay indoors once the moon is up.

Thank you.

She tacks the sign to the wall and heads over to one of the nearby tables for a drink and a place to sit. Not that she doesn't like having Harry home, but he's nerve-wracking to be around three days a month.

alorn-bear.livejournal.com

There's a Security member on duty in the Bar. Belar doesn't usually wear his badge out in public, but he's doing so today as he lounges...

... um.

Does it count as lounging if you're glowing blue when you do it?

Show-off.

gotham-knocking.livejournal.com

Knox is looking over the day's papers. Or trying to. There's not much local news - no one is really ready for another mayoral election, and it looks like Hamilton Hill will run almost unopposed anyway. The Mets are limping to the end of the season, and the Giants aren't off to a great start, either.

But his mind wouldn't be on the papers if George Washington came back from the dead, ran for mayor, and won the World Series. He's worried about Kita. He has no clue what to do to help her. And that only makes him worry a bit more. So instead, he tries to think about his column and his city and not worry.

Feel free to say hi and help him not worry.

~~[OOC: department meeting -~~ back ~~by 4 pm Eastern, I hope~~]

[tiny tag time for Carlotta Brown!]

smart-house.livejournal.com

[OOM: SARAH hasn't really been corresponding as she should.

George and SARAH talk.]

ever_lovin

Ben's sitting at the bar with a grim expression. There are several tears in the blue t-shirt and grey slacks he's wearing and he just doesn't seem to be in a great mood. He's got a pitcher of beer in front of him and is holding onto a metal tankard as if it plans to run away. He's not sure why bar gave him a tankard to drink from.

Then, for no apparent reason, Ben crushes the metal and the beer within shoots up like a geyser. "Aw cripes. Sorry 'bout that," he gripes as a towel materializes near his elbow and he sets to cleaning up the pool of beer.

Crushed metal is easier and safer to clean than splintered glass; looks like Bar knew what she was doing.

guppy_sandhu

A new sign is on the notice board.

Life Support
Compassionnate volunteer required to run Life Support next Tuesday (22nd) while I'm on holiday. Should have attended at least once before and must not harm, upset or traumatise attendees. Chocolate will be given in thanks upon my return. Please leave a reply here or see me in the bar.
Dr G Sandhu

Half an hour later, Guppy adds:

'Volunteers have now been found. Anyone else who signs up I will add to a reserve list, please feel free to come along on Tuesday and give the stand-in leaders a hand. GS.

lissla-lissar.livejournal.com

Lissar is in the bar with a book.

http://users.livejournal.com/_jack_oneill/

Stepping through the Stargate was always a rush. You know, swirly blue water...stuff that took you from one world to another in less than a second with little to know idea what really was on the other side. Unless, of course, they sent the MALP through and nothing blasted it away or ate it. Jack always liked the last possible idea because, well, big giant dinosaur eating a robot was like some B movie plot.

When the door opened into Milliways the uniformed, sunglassed and ballcaped, p90 wielding man waltzed in as if he was expecting to be somewhere else. Standing in the doorway with an expressionless face the leader of SG-1 glanced left then right before finally speaking. "Daniel? I think you didn't follow Dorothy's example and dialed home."

Welcome back to Milliways, Jack O'Neill.

[ooc: Wee! New mun, reset pup! If you had previous intereactins with Jack they can still stand- just expect total chaos and mild snark from the man. Any questions or what not feel free to ping the mun at MicaraSilverfox on AIM]

callmemajor

[oom: Lorne takes Jack home home to meet his mother and then introduces him to the twenty-first century dating ritual.]

tiny!tag: Evan Lorne

[ooc: Both threads include consenting, M/M, adult-type situations.]

neuroinvasive.livejournal.com

There's a new sort of deity in the bar. The kinda that doesn't even notice she's not exactly where she wanted or was meant to be. Her name is Lyssa and she's special like that sometimes, especially in one of her less sane moments. Being associated with mania seems to have it's drawbacks. If it wasn't for the labradoodle next to her there's a possibility she may have thought she was imagining it.

But hey the girl's new. She doesn't really know what's going on.

lilith-iyapo.livejournal.com

Lilith's been around, if keeping to herself for the last twenty-four hours. She can't bring herself to stay upstairs unless she's asleep, which she hasn't done much. She's got a room now, courtesy of Bar, but after so long without seeing anyone human...

She'll have to go back to her Earth soon. Time passing there or not, she knows she does need to, if only to avoid reaching a point that her scent or state of health changes too far. The Oankali are going to notice that, temporal disruptions or not, and she might find herself in confinement again. But she's going to stall as long as she can.

The Bar still fascinates her. She doesn't mind at all being requested to take a duty shift. She's used to paying her own way, anyhow.
So there's a young woman behind the bar, writing up a Specials sign.

Blazing Saddle

Magnum

I.E.D.("Improvised Explosive Device")

Have at!

rebel-falcon.livejournal.com

While he's been promoted, Han isn't about to let that go to his head when it comes to proper ship maintenance. After pouring over files and papers, simulators, and information, and sitting through a few briefings, Han needs to give his mind a break.

Which is why when a piece of the ceiling swings down on a hinge, shouting can be heard, as well as metallic sounds.

"The hell'd he do to her while I was stuck in that damn ice block?"

Han drops a wrench and hears it hit something that's not the ship, and hangs down to look into Milliways. There's some muffled swearing, before he hauls himself back up and the hatch stays open a minute or two.

Soon after, a box drops down onto the nearest surface, followed by a notebook, and then a pair of boots as Han drops from the ceiling and the hatch swings shut with a hiss as it closes. He picks up the box, the folder, and the wrench, and stakes out a table. After a quick trip the 'fresher to get the grease off his hands, he can be found...doing paperwork.

sliceitwithwind.livejournal.com

Xaldin is outside the bar exploring the limits of the atmosphere. He's still not happy with the way that the air here works but since Xigbar isn't ready to return to the World That Never Was Xaldin isn't ready to leave either.

bitunlikely.livejournal.com

Yeah, so, remember that whole idea of going back to Umbeka?

It's been put off. Again. Because suddenly, Jenny has a whole satchel of money that she can use to pay for her tab. And dinner and clothing (COLOURS!) and just about anything else she can think of. While it may not be winter here, after her trip with Inari and Jay to the mountains, she has gotten to touch snow. Umbeka can wait.

Because right now, Jenny has found herself a booth and a whole stack of clothing. She's sorting through it, making piles of colours she likes and colours she doesn't -- the latter being the pile that will go back to Bar.

It's a blast.

[tiny tag: jenny (doctor's daughter)]

vance_prime

[Out of Milliways: One month prior to the Black Mesa Incident, Gordon Freeman met a little girl...]

Current Mood: nostalgic

necessary_child

Sam is bored. Very, very bored.

(Not that this is anything new, of late, but still. It bears commenting on.)

Which is why he's sprawled out on a rock beside the lake, apparently mostly asleep, although there's a book on the cusp of falling out of one dangling hand.

He's also shirtless. Time alone knows why.

Possibly, like L'Oréal, it's simply because he's worth it.

guppy_sandhu

Guppy is by the infirmary, introducing his baby sister to the webcam on his laptop.

It seems to be going fairly well, except it's hard to stop her from mashing the keyboard as she leans over to look at the picture.

eaglelanding.livejournal.com

Hancock has never been one for grand or graceful entrances.

Good job too, because when the door slams open to reveal yet another new arrival, there's no slow stepping through and un-restrained awe, it's just a flash of a figure that's quickly slamming to the floor face first as if he's just been thrown in by some unknown force. .. Or maybe he just flew in..

He gives a stagger to accompany him rising back to his feet, still managing to clutch onto a whiskey bottle in one hand as he takes a slow look around from behind over-sized sunglasses.

There's really only one thing that can be said in a situation like this, and that would be the words escaping his lips right now, "..The hell?"

simon_doctor

The front door opens, and in comes Simon Tam.

It's been quite some time since he's had leisure to come here without bringing study materials along. He's enjoying the respite.

sonoftheempire.livejournal.com

Worf's claimed a booth near the lake side door. He has a tricorder with him, and is studying some readings he'd recorded onto it earlier.

That's not to say he isn't paying attention to the people around him. He always is, even if it seems otherwise. The Bar had declined a polite request for additional weapons, and for certain foods, though he couldn't entirely blame Bar for that last one. If humans had created this place, well, few of them shared his taste for that snack.

It only meant that he had to keep busy without the sort of equipment he had on-ship. That's not so hard. Company wouldn't be turned away.