milliways_bar | Aug. 10th, 2008

Aug. 10th, 2008

(OOM: On a campaign bus heading back toward Skyline City, the Evilcrats construct their party platform, and a bit of tipsy mayhem ensues. No animals were seriously harmed in the making of this OOM. Holes in plot and science can be explained by the nature of the parody world.)

[tinytag: squirrel]

blue_eyed_lord

There's a dark man in one of the bar's high-backed chairs, enjoying a glass of wine while he sets down a rough list of scenario ideas for Christof to look over.

Adrian Doyle, botherable.

ETA: (ooc: Mun is off for some sleep, but tags will be picked up at a later time. ^_^)

gonna_live

The first letter that Kaylee receives makes her pause for a moment to consider it.

It's... almost like a non-sequitur, but Moiraine's smarter than that, and Kaylee knows it.

File it away for future reference -- something will probably come of it, later, and to be honest Kaylee's not in any kind of mental shape to play games -- and move on to the second letter.

It's been a bad couple of days. And today's River's birthday; she's had to try to keep it together, for the sake of having it be better than last year. Kaylee's lips tighten briefly, and she requests pen and paper.

( Susannah -- )

After leaving the note for Susannah with the bar, she takes her own letters and heads home.

falconryu.livejournal.com

[[ Ryu Hayabusa makes his way to the Vigoor Empire. Vengeance starts. ]]

bloody-awful.livejournal.com

It's a lazy Sunday morning, and a bloke walks into a bar. Yeah, it's early, but he's been up all night, and it's time for a fry up. He sets himself up at the Bar with a full English, a mug of tea with whiskey in, and an ashtray. The ashtray shows up already overflowing with old fag ends -- that's Bar's idea of a joke. It's John's idea of home, poor sod.

He'll be around all day. Come by for a chat if you like.

[OOC: John's around all day. Mun's around too. ETA: ~~Mun's going out for a couple of hours. Tag if you like and I'll catch you when I get back.~~ Back now!]

goodolefuntime.livejournal.com

Hurley has been through a lot, lately. A lot.

So when, instead of entering his cave, he ends up at a bar, well... he thinks he's going crazy again.

"Oh dude, this is so not cool," he says to himself.

one-talent.livejournal.com

[Before Milliways: It always starts as a game.]

selfsabotager.livejournal.com

It's past three in the morning and Shane's only just returned home from a night out clubbing. She smells of cigarettes and liquor and her hair is a downright mess. She's exhausted and drunk and all she wants to do is crawl into bed and sleep the rest of the weekend off. To hell with work. To hell with all of her clients. They can just kiss her ass.

The twenty seven year old androgynous looking female turns the door knob and walks into what she thinks is her bedroom. She tugs on her tie and leans heavily against the door as she tries unsuccessfully to get her jacket off. It's then that she realizes that she's not where she wants to be.

"-the fuck?"

callmemajor

Lorne's in a much better mood today. Coffee and cookies will do that to a guy (among other things...).

He's in such a good mood, he's decided to tackle the observation window. He was right, his sketch doesn't do it justice.

likesthecoat

Weekends happen even for Torchwood employees, so Ianto is relaxing with a coffee and a book, his feet up on a chair.

Mm, Sundays.

[tiny tag: Maj. Evan Lorne]

princeinexile

Trading off with Teja has been interesting -- especially with Teja's forge cats. Zuko is a dog sort of guy (no pun intended; he was once a wolf man, too) so he's not really fond of those things. They're okay, they're just not his ideal companion. But they might grow on them, if they came anywhere near him.

So today, they're in the forge and he's out of it -- recently out of it, if the grime and the sweat was any indication. He's getting lunch to take back, eat, and go back to work -- something nice and filling and ready to fuel young muscles with working energy.

[Feel free to catch him in or out of forge!]

churchofthefsm.livejournal.com

Lo and behold, a middle aged man stumbles into the Bar. He smiles, looks around, and nods.

"As long as it serves alcohol, I don't care where I am!" He grins at no one in particular, then turns his gaze to a very pretty young woman passing by. It's almost a lecherous stare, and the young woman skitters away nervously.

The man seems strangely at home for his first trip to Milliways; he saunters to the bar and takes a seat, looking around at the various patrons of all races and species.

"I wish I would have created this myself," he says, appreciatively. "Is there someone around who can get me a drink?" He gazes around once more, winking at a beautiful woman nearby.

....Horny deity on the loose. Watch out!

[ooc: I need to slowtime now. Hope to catch up with tags in the morning.]

shadowsusannah.livejournal.com

[OOC: OOM:

I went to a garden party to reminisce with my old friends
A chance to share old memories and play our songs again]

ladyfirestarter

[Out of Milliways: Side 2.]

The front door opens and in steps Charlie McGee, rubbing one temple with the tips of her fingers and looking around.

Susannah doesn't seem to be here yet.

gonna_live

[OOM: Far, far away from those city lights that might be shining on you tonight.]

sliceitwithwind.livejournal.com

Xaldin is out on the lake again today, catching waves and generally doing something other than just waiting for Rachel to show up again. He's still waiting for her it's just that he's trying to do other things as well. Boredom is something that he has to fight regularly.

mogget_cat

There's an albino not'human in white out by the lake, tonight, tuning his violin.

It's pretty in-tune already, but one doesn't want to let the small things slide. It's a sign of sloppiness.

Come listen, and he might play for you.

Current Mood: thoughtful

shadowsusannah.livejournal.com

[OOC: OOM: "...a destiny in this realm..."]

isaysimplewords

[OOM: The last few minutes before Cal enters Milliways. OOMed on account of strong implication of family unfriendly activities. Or, you know, family too-friendly activities.]

Cal opens the bathroom door as quietly as he can manage, removing his hand from his pocket so as to be a little less obvious if he's spotted.

Then, quite suddenly, he has a completely different set of problems to worry about.

". . . What the hell?"

Cal stares around him at the restaurant that really, definitely wasn't there thirty seconds ago. His mind is a blank for about that length of time before he realizes: detox hallucination. Must be. Never mind that he's well past the worst of it, and that even then he didn't hallucinate once. He hasn't slept for like three days. That can cause hallucinations, right?

Cal looks down at himself - barefoot and shirtless in pants that could be cleaner. His hallucination better not have a dress code.

benloserz.livejournal.com

Ah, sunday night, and Ben is in a good mood. So good, that he is not out in the woods playing, but right here in the bar.

What he is playing? Well, this time the tune of choice is Waitin' on a Sunny Day.

Of course he would not mind an audience!

bitunlikely.livejournal.com

When Jenny comes downstairs today, it's humming the Indiana Jones theme. She's grinning and holding a stack of books in her arms, hands covered by the oversized red sweatshirt she absolutely refused to give back to her boyfriend.

She takes a seat at a table and orders a burger and chips from a passing waitrat for dinner. Drinks, however, turn out to be a little more complex. In the end, Jenny decides upon hot chocolate, water, strawberry-banana smoothie, a cherry coke, and a lychee martini.

Blame that food and drink book on her pile.

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

imthegoodguy.livejournal.com

Ben has been followed into the bar by another white rabbit. This one has a 23 painted on its back.

Ben is at a table, feeding it lettuce.

[ a tiny wee tag: martha kent, maxwell smart, jenny (the doctor's daughter) ]

aboutthetwinkie.livejournal.com

Winston is not a big fan of being kidnapped by a bar. It's happened to him a couple of times over the course of the last six months, and he has to admit that the brief respite from his job is kind of nice, but that doesn't make it right. This, of course, explains the 'oh hell not again' expression on his face when the door opens and the fourth Ghostbuster stomps in, still wearing jumpsuit and proton pack.

He's also covered in singed bits of marshmellow, though nothing quite as impressive as that one time they took on a forty-foot Stay Puft man of marshmellow. After getting a cup of coffee and a wet rag from Bar, Winston settles down at a nearby booth and starts cleaning up.

Botherable, if grumpy.

[ tag of tiny: Winston Zeddemore ]
[ooc: Mun is not feeling well, so expect slows. EP open until falls off main page]

guppy_sandhu

Guppy's been pulling a lot of overtime this week, as well as carpet shopping. But he looks pretty fresh considering.

Right now he's stencilling light blue fish shapes onto a wooden crate.

anchor-branded.livejournal.com

[OOM: When you are made a Discard, you meet up with the oddest people.]

The front door opens, and Joris, Helen, and Jamie stumble through, looking no little worse for wear. Spending the night in a foxhole in the middle of a battle, and then a morning going from world to world all filled with the remains of said battles-

Or the glassy, ~~demon ray~~ radiation-filled remains of those worlds-

Would do that to any one.

Joris has not even looked up, his eyes are intent on the scanner in his hands. Two steps in, and it starts whirring madly. A quick flick of a finger shuts it off quickly.

The last time the scanner acted like that, it had almost blown up because he was in-

"Milliways."

[Three chars, three muns. Totally open.]

[tag: Joris]

walksthebounds

[OOM: For most people, Creema di Leema is a nonstop party; for Helen and Jamie, sooner or later it has to end.]

stuck-mynock.livejournal.com

The door slides open and Atton wanders in, a bag slung over his shoulder, looking mildly surprised to see the bar.

He soon ambles over to the sofa, however, sprawling out on it to peer at the ceiling. Botherable.

2020sight

There's a pair of well-worn boots up on a table, attached to a pair of long legs in well-worn jeans, attached to a guy picking out a song on a well-worn guitar.

If you listen closely, you might be able to identify the song as a sort of mellow folksy version of "Fat-Bottomed Girls."

Just 'cause.

kinshou-kitsune.livejournal.com

Today was a good day to be in Milliways.

Or so the patrons thought.

Inari carefully made her way toward the bar with two wrapped boxes each containing something different inside each colorfully wrapped boxes with nice pretty bows on them. On one of the boxes is a little card with the words written in a flowing hand "For: Stitch".

"Bar?" the kitsune kami asked with a smile, "can you make sure Stitch gets these for me? Thank you!"

We're doomed.

cutting_edgex23

X has had a few bad days in the recent past--none of them anything she could help with. This is frustrating. One day she will learn to deal.

Something she can help with, however, is keeping up with her security duties in the nightclub, which is why she is on her way back downstairs from her shift.

She grabs soup and a sandwich (and a glass of milk) and stations herself at a corner table.

The books in front of her are all about meditation, except for one or two on weapons specs.

A girl has to keep her hand in.

there-is-a-me.livejournal.com

OOM: "Uh. Ooops?" or "Axel Briefly Considers Single Parenting"

noteful

Meg Ford flings the door open, and there's not even a second to catch that she's flushed and flustered before she whirls around to face back down what is, for her, the upstairs hallway in her parents' house.

"For the last time, I have nothing to say to Kim," she yells, hands braced against the doorframe, before whirling back around and into the bar, slamming the door behind her . . .

. . . and realizing that she hasn't stormed into her bedroom, but into Milliways.

If this were a nightmare, this would be the point at which she'd realize she was naked and then wake up.

But since she has clothes on, this is probably really happening.

Well, damn.

for-petessake.livejournal.com

Anastasia is sorting through another boxful of flotsam and jetsam from her closet. She likes this system of bringing a carton at a time into the bar. Especially since it gives her a handy way to dispose of the stuff she doesn’t want to keep.

Her sign is back up, propped against an ever growing pile.

Free Stuff! You Can’t Give It Back!

Is anyone in the market tonight for:

A rubber duck
A book of word searches
An empty Christmas candy tin
A pair of novelty sunglasses (plastic palm trees at the corners)
An unused stamp collecting kit
Fourteen baseball cards—all Red Sox players
A set of twisty pink drinking straws

Seriously. Where did this stuff come from?

scurlock

[oom, sorta: Shave and a haircut.]

As Doc and Katherine leave, he sets a few notes down on the bartop on the way out:

( Will & Kate )

( Stables staff )

( Jack Bauer )

OOC: No tags, just for notes.

acts_of_gord

[OOM: Apparently the Combine doesn't like Gordon very much. Well, they can TAKE IT UP WITH HIS INSECTILE LEGIONS.

Mind you, Dr. Breen, administrator of Earth, has a few words to say to his forces about that. Whitetext by Queen. Dialogue from the game.]

[tinytag: Gordon Freeman]

mandalorianheir.livejournal.com

There is a Fett in the Bar. He's sitting there, having a drink and...well, sitting there, having a drink.

Fett doesn't -do- much when he's not doing his job...whatever that happens to be at a given point in time.

spooky-shrink.livejournal.com

Malcolm hadn't been able to figure out why he's been thinking lately about that night, until he realized he had missed his third anniversary.

He had never felt so alone as he he did late that evening, sitting there watching Anna sleeping in front of the tv. The moment when he realized he was dead. He suspects he will never feel such complete terror as he did during those stark and oh so solitary minutes. And while the peace that followed helped to calm him, that terrible sense of being alone remained, even when the sight of Anna before him gave him the strength to say goodbye to her and close his eyes. To welcome the brilliant white light that would take him away to face the Final Mystery....

...Or, well, in Malcolm's case, Milliways Bar.

And it's right there that Malcolm's moment of great solemnity explodes into coughing and then outright laughter.

Ah, the Universe. Back when he was alive, he'd never realized it could be such a tremendous kidder.

slayedthedragon.livejournal.com

The Door opens and in comes a disgruntled vampire, right in the middle of yelling over his shoulder, "I'll worry about it later!" and then slamming the Door behind him and glaring at it.

Then, after a second, doing a double-take, and turning around to face: "Oh."

But after a moment of surprise comes satisfaction. "O-kay. That's better."

Whoever that Landlord guy is, his timing is definitely improving.