milliways_bar | Aug. 2nd, 2008

Aug. 2nd, 2008

Buffy walks in, and looks immediately perplexed.

"How come nobody ever puts up a sign?" she asks, of no one in particular.

mycursedface

Guppy is getting married. Which means Sam is invited, which means that Medusa is invited, which means that the Gorgon has to look human. Pretend to be human.

Which is why she's down in the Bar today, doing just that; ring on her finger to hide her wings (present from Pappos, made by Hephaestos), bracelet on her wrist to illusion the snakes into curls (thank you, Asar Suti), contacts to disrupt her cursed sight and wearing one of Sam's black t-shirts because she's nervous as anything and the smell of her boyfriend is comforting.

(To be fair to all magic-creaters involved, she does look human - a small, lovely woman with olive skin, exotic features and a wealth of the kind of blue-black curls you only get on Africa...

She's just also giving off the impression that she's very firmly on the 'flight' side of the fight-or-flight readiness)

So, one Gorgon-who-looks-human, sitting by the Window, dressed in jeans and the boyfriend's shirt, thinking that this all really isn't going to work...

(also, that she'd really, really like her wings back, thank you)

benloserz.livejournal.com

The last few weeks have been... interesting. Mind boggling at times, surprising at others.

But really, Ben is rather used to life grabbing him by the collar and shaking his wits off. The difference is that now he makes a point of standing his ground and getting back to his feet: life will not beat him at the game of living.

Maybe that is why he can be found outside, sitting under a tree and practicing with a guitar.

Yes, he is good, learning fast and improving constantly.

cheevy.livejournal.com

[OOM: Miniver's budding music career, part 1, in which a crackhead guitarist is acquired. Warning for smexingz. This is entirely Chiffre-mun's fault, as he is a filthy whore and keeps planting strange musicians in my head with his serial Youtube linking. <3]

magic_ferret

It was just a single step but if you take a wrong path, turn around a try another.

Yunno's been working in magic library. Most of this consisted of rejecting things. Potions are probably not going to catch on back home. Not ones like this anyway.

He's put up a sign, again

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and has settled in to work on a small assembly of crystals and wires. Feel free to ask about the sign, the stack of notes, or the mass of proto-gadget he's working on.

Tiny Tag: Yunno Scrya

basic_powers

There's a young boy, settled at one of the tables, surrounded by girly-coloed construction paper, glitter pens, glue, and paper doilies. Also on the table, is a very large order of paradoxes and a cupcake with a candle in it.

To the Milliways Calender Day...Tyler's officially been here one year.

Come on and say hi.

Current Mood: artistic

calledironeyes.livejournal.com

[OOM: Marsh is confronted by the Inquisitors. Spoilers for Mistborn: The Final Empire.]

[Tiny tag: Marsh]

calledironeyes.livejournal.com

They're gone. And he can. Can. He can...stand. He thinks. He thinks he's standing. Thinks. He can't...can't. He can't...see. It hurts. Everything. Hurts. There wasn't purple. He thinks that's important. There was no purple. Everything is blue. Blue lines (not purple). That's. There. It's round. Round in a place with no lines. Door. The thought comes slowly. That's a door.

The figure doesn't enter Milliways so much as collapse through it. The brown robes are stained with every substance that a human body holds. A deep cowl covers his entire head. He would be tall, if he were upright. A whisper of a sigh passes his lips; the very faintest of speech, "Me-du-sa." and he stills on the ground.

[All reactions are welcome as this is not plotlocked. The post will contain major spoilers for Mistborn: the Final Empire. Thank you!

ETA: Angst saturation limit reached. Entry is still open but the mun will respond tomorrow.]

grovecj.livejournal.com

CJ comes out of the infirmary, smiling brightly. Hugely. Widely. Getting to the middle of the room, he climbs on a table and makes an announcement:

( Read more... )

"All drinks are on me tonight, Bar will be handing cigars too. That's all people. Going to watch my wife and first daughter sleep... after I check on our son." He hops off the table and goes relieve Alex of babysitting duties.

[[ Feel free to tag here for your free drink and cigars; threadhop is encouraged ]]

young_tmriddle

Tom steps through the House of Arch painting, his attention on a unrolled scroll. He's still reading it, a slight frown deepening into a more concerned one, as he sits at the bar.

"Scotch, please, Bar."

A glass appears, and Tom takes it as he reads what's written in the scroll once more.

hero_farmboy

It's a pretty average day, which doesn't mean Clark doesn't need a break now and then. He might be used to having someone else in the house underfoot by now, but he still likes some time to himself on occasion.

Not only that, he's got more of a responsibility here than he had before. He's part-time Security now, so he has to make sure he gets in some regular shifts. Which is what he's up to now, for the most part, although it could very easily be mistaken for lounging in a chair with a cup of coffee and a newspaper.

It's the badge that makes the distinction, of course.

[tiny tags: Eirene, Jenny (the doctor's daughter)]

jedi-exile.livejournal.com

It's been a while since Kira's wandered into the bar by herself, let alone with the twins.

But they're wandering in today...the girls holding on tightly to their mother's hands as they take small, hesitant steps forward. Ellia's eyes light up as she realises where they are (they vaguely remember coming here a lot! Uncle Atton is here a lot!) and whispers up at her mother, "Mama, wook!"

Kira grins down at her daughters before letting them toddle into the bar further on their own. Heee.

So very botherable.

ostro_goth

Teja has been working very late, last night.

When he comes downstairs this morning, he carries a message that he leaves with the bar:

That done, he gets his usual breakfast of tea, bread, moretum, and cured meat, and settles down by the fireplace with it. The fire is banked, due to the season; but Teja still prefers the place for breakfast.-

foxy-l33t.livejournal.com

Laini is making a list, and checking it twice.

And if you ask, she will be more than happy enough to explain her definitions of 'naughty and nice'.

That said, she sitting at a table, feet up on the top of it, and chair tilted back precariously as she checks down a list on her PDA. Soon, a drink will be in order.

[Tag: Felix Gaeta]

(Mun is off to bed, but considering this is the first EP she's had time to do for a while, consider it open 'til it scrolls off the page. <3 )

guppy_sandhu

"If he comes back up here get security onto him, I know he's scared but I'm not having anyone else hurt." Guppy says behind him as he enters. He then goes over to the bar, gets a drink and takes it over to a table.

Badly behaved patients' relatives can be a pain. But thanks to the training he's had around here, he's more worried about his colleagues being on the receiving end these days. He massages his neck a little all the same.

mr_gaeta

[OOM: Stop me if you've heard this one before: so a Presidential aide and a former President talk about a bar...]

It might not be any more real than Cloud Nine's environmental dome had been, but the outside here is...actually pretty nice.

(A lot nicer than New Caprica's climate, Gaeta has to admit to himself.)

He hasn't taken off his jacket, but he's conceded to unbutton it fully as he sits down near the lake shore. The rock he's picked is flat, faintly sloping, and warmed through by the sun; Gaeta places both palms against it and tips his head back, closing his eyes for a moment to take in the fading sunlight.

Years on a battlestar, years to come on a cold, rainy planet with perpetually gray skies -- no wonder his small smile's bordering on reverent.

necessary_child

There is a very bored Sam Linnfer lounging on a sofa with a coffee and trying to think of a reason not to wear a suit to Guppy's wedding.

All right, all right, he knows he'll have to, if only because otherwise he'll show Medusa up.

Doesn't mean he has to like it.

~

Molly Hayes is outside. She's got a bag of sweets and is wandering along the lakeside kicking vaguely at the rocks, trying to find something to do.

Distraction would be more than welcome.

~

And Edna Mode is sitting in her usual (for a given value of 'usual', she's so rarely around) spot on the far side of Bar, sketching industriously and chunnering away to herself very fast under her breath as she works. Now and then she sips very quick, neat sips from a cocktail nearly as big as she is.

rider-servant.livejournal.com

Rider is, in fact, twitching. She's no longer wearing her 'day' clothes or the glasses. She's in her battle garb, the power of her eyes locked by the seal over them and her fingers itching for her weapons. She almost called her mount except that it would be no use and a waste of energy, and while she would normally drink...

She will be needed. She knows this.

Her great calm came from apathy, but now she is anything but apathetic. Her master is not with her and she cannot help him. And the last she'd seen him, the last she'd heard him--

[plotlocked! kthx][tinytag: rider (fate/stay night)]

fiery_ring

Carlotta is balanced on a beam in the rafters on one hand.

She's working on her arm muscles, in preparation for archery lessons.

[tinytag: Carlotta Brown]

a1enzo

In Enzo's defence, the pink thing at the end of the Bar has been inert lately. He really didn't think it a problem to go to that end for an order of chips.

Oh, how wrong he was.

He realizes his mistake as the music begins and he starts dancing involuntarily.

Thank goodness he hadn't picked up the chips yet.

[Uh-oh, the Karaoke Machine's on! Watch the ~~horror~~fun, or get ensnared yourself!]

Current Music: Click the link. You know you want to.

adamantiumloner

Tonight Logan seems surlier then ever. You can tell because when he orders a beer from Bar it's with a growl. He doesn't mean to growl at her, he almost never does in fact, but he does tonight and there's a pause before she makes any response.

He's about to ask again, perhaps a bit more growlier, when the beer appears. And a plate of still warm, chocolate chip cookies.

Logan's eyes widen a fraction and he stares down the plate.

Of course the plate doesn't blink and Logan, with a quick eyedart back and forth to make sure no one is nearby, finally relents and eases up then pats the counter top.

"Thanks, darlin'."

Taking the plate and beer he finds himself a table.