milliways_bar | Aug. 11th, 2008

Aug. 11th, 2008

[OOM: Some things change. Some things don't. And some people are better at forgetting than they meant to be.]

redcatalina.livejournal.com

[[ In Syracuse, Catalina meets her enemy, but revenge slips from her hands when her own growing fame proves to almost be her undoing. ]]

[ Catalina Erantzo ]

stubborn-annie.livejournal.com

Things are a little calmer at the bakery than normal today, which is why Annie's in a better mood than usual when she gets away to the Bar. She's in and out of Milliways on a very regular basis, even though most of the time people don't see her. She and Harry use the place almost every day to cheat and get Harry home from the Academy without having to drive for hours on end.

It's not the only use they have for the Bar, though, especially not Annie. Today she's got a tray of a newly tweaked blueberry pie recipe and a small sign stating that slices are free on condition that a) those who take one tell her what they think of it and b) anyone who attempts to dope the pieces not their own in any magical, chemical, or other unlooked-for manner be aware that she will feed them their own feet for doing so.

Annie might like Milliways but she doesn't always trust the place.

[Tinytags: Xaldin, Martha Kent]

52-dropoff.livejournal.com

Charlie is in one of his Lurking-in-the-Rafters moods. Which means you may or may not see him overhead as he moves around. And if you do, you might wonder why he has no face. (He likes wearing that mask sometimes.)

[ooc: usual odds of work-related slowtime]

slayer_fray

Mel has a Security badge.

It's not the one pinned to her belt, though that's there too. This one is newer, and shiner than that one: straighter, not rusting, and catches the light as she flips it across her fingers and back again. It's Lan's.

At least Raph is back. Otherwise she'd be really annoyed at everyone leaving.

(Someone wanna tell her Stabby's back as well?)

prob-japanese.livejournal.com

Bumblebee has spent most of the past few days working with the various humans at Autobase, and has not had time to pop over to Milliways. He's just barely had time to take care of his dog- Carburetor, the fleethound puppy Lissar gave him, is growing by leaps and bounds and needs more running every day. Sam specifically asked Bee to make sure Carburetor got extra long exercise time in the mornings, because the fleethound hasn't worked out yet that Mojo is just a little bit different and can't keep up with the younger dog when he's all excited.

It is not an issue Bumblebee had ever considered the possibility of having when he first left Cybertron, that's for sure.

Anyway, he's still got data analysis to do and several more human reference volumes to assimilate, so rather than push the limits of available time back home he's come into the Bar with his stack of reading material. Not everything is available in electronic format on his Earth, so he's just going to have to deal with using slightly pointy metallic fingers to turn the pages. Oh well.

azure-mercy.livejournal.com

Zhaan is in the usual booth near the infirmary. Her various herb products are on the table - soaps, teas, incense, oils, perfumes, sachets, and a few low-key medicinal items - most of which have pleasant flowery or herbal smells. Those who have been spending too much time out in the summer sun may appreciate her aloe salve.

The sign on the table says that all payments can be given to the Bar, which will convert currency.

Care to buy something?

vance_prime

[immediately following this]

Gordon never told Alyx that there was a lake out behind Milliways. Of course, Gordon didn't tell her much of anything about the place. Just that it was a borderworld with humans in it and that the flow of time there was weird in relation to that of Earth.

In any case, Alyx isn't in the right state of mind to appreciate the scenery right now. She just knows she needs to get out, away from people, away from Gordon Freeman. The space outside could be the flaming bowels of Hell for all she cares, as long as she can sit alone and let herself fall apart.

The lakeside is otherwise unoccupied, for the moment, but anyone coming out will find an olive-complexioned woman in jeans and a patched leather jacket curled up under a nearby tree, quietly sobbing.

It's not easy having the world pulled out from under you.

[tinytag: Alyx Vance, Maxwell Smart]

Current Mood: miserable

acts_of_gord

[OOM: Alyx and Gordon meet up at Nova Prospekt. It is an exceptionally bad day to be Combine.]

For some arrivals to Milliways, there's no warning at all. Just a flash of brilliant green light, which leaves two more patrons in its wake. That and a cloud of what's probably best described as the smell of violence- firearms residue, smoke, blood, and something else that might be old gym socks or might be something worse.

The two humans don't seem to notice the smell, though. One of them, an olive-skinned woman in her twenties, has the 'wtf?' expression common to Milliways newbies. The other… well, the other is probably the source of most of that stink, given the stuff splashed all over his suit of armor, his glasses, and pretty much everything else about him. When he gets the glasses off for a moment, he realizes where they are and makes a face. "Of all the times…"

Milliways, say hello to Alyx Vance. Gordon Freeman already knows you.

[OOC: Two pups, two muns, huzzah. All threads millitimed to after this one. Tinytags: Alyx Vance, Gordon Freeman, Sir Nicholas Fury, Dinah Lance, Chell.]

artfowler.livejournal.com

( This EP contains (minor) spoilers for Artemis Fowl: The Time Paradox. )

[OOC: See backroom post before reading/tagging.]

born-running.livejournal.com

Outside, there is a UNIT boy sitting cross-legged on the ground, surrounded by a tiny city of scientific equipment. He's taken it upon himself to study the mysterious little things, which clearly means the only proper base of operations is in their apparent natural habitat.

He lucked out in finding several friendly blobs who are, in fact, helping him with his research and even allowing him to remove a small section for analysis as long as he puts it back afterwards. And though he may appear to be harmless and completely at the mercy of any clump of evil dough that should happen to find him, you may notice several less benevolent dough balls lying on the ground at a handy distance, stunned.

He is, possibly, willing to accept voluntary research assistants, should you have the time.

justdidntseeit

[ oom: sometimes, little lies get you through the day (and night) ]

[ ooc: warnings for ~~boot-knockin'~~ explicit adult content and blatant abuse of millitime ]

justdidntseeit

[ (mostly) oom: after bill and grown-up!boo make a pact of sorts, kate and grace run into each other — truces, sleepovers, and good-byes are had ]

[ tiny tag: (gracie-)boo ]

[ warnings for ~~moar~~ liberal abuse of millitime ]

john_not_ronald

[OOM: Pre-Milliways]

The young soldier who enters the bar this evening looks not at all up to being on the front lines. He is pale and thin and moves as though the mere effort of walking is taxing to him. When he looks around and finds himself in a drinking establishment instead of a train compartment, he falters and sits heavily on the nearest chair.

"Dear god," he murmurs. "What is this place?"

He half-believes his fever dreams have begun to follow him into his waking hours.

[tiny!tag: John (Imaginarium Geographica), Nash Rumack]

[ooc: EP open until it scrolls off the page, though it may end up in slowtime shortly.]

notmagicweapon.livejournal.com

[OOM: Technology is more interesting than he thought before.]

It happened.

It finally happened.

He hadn't realized it happened when he first came in. His eyes were closed as he entered, only opening after he sighed. He wasn't really looking forward to making such a long trip, even if he could use a broom or a carpet.

When his eyes opened, they widened as far as they could go. He nearly drops the toaster he's carrying in shock.

"Milliways," he breathes out. "Just like she said..."

His mouth then spreads out in a huge smile.

He shrugs a little, walks over to the bar, and says to himself, "Well then, welcome to Milliways, Nash Rumack."

[The Tag That Almost Wasn't: Nash Rumack]

firstcptjack.livejournal.com

Tonight's Specials
Summer Martini"
Summer Sky
Long Summer Night
Sweet Summer

"Welcome to happy hour," says Jack. "What can I get you?"

[tiny tag: Maj. Evan Lorne.]

52-dropoff.livejournal.com

[OOM: Charlie continues his training of Natalie, only things don't quite go according to plan]

tiny tag: Natalie Teeger, bread dough

gonna_live

[OOM:

They do say time flies when you're having fun.

Early on, there's dinner. (There will be tables and chairs.)

Two days later:

let it be printed on every t-shirt in this land
on the finest of cottons and the hippest of brands

]

themidnightson

It'd been two years since he opened Jasper's door and found the End of the Universe.
From 2003 to 2005. Shortly under the seven hundred and thirty days to an average person.

A rough blink in time to him.

The door only opens a crack, milliseconds passing as a sea of new scents and thoughts rush his senses. His hand pushed it open, eyes dragging with a slow specific casualness in glancing around. His expression tuned to vague amusement as he walked in, closing the door silently behind him.

No one could fault him for choosing the End of the Universe over high school English Class.

~~And he wouldn't listen if anyone did.~~

ostro_goth

Teja is sitting by the fireplace, with both cats asleep on the armrests of his chair. As long as the blobs of dough are about, he will allow the cats to follow him inside. They are, of course, exploiting it shamelessly.

Teja, in the meanwhile, is pondering the universe and its end.-

guppy_sandhu

Guppy is having a coffee. Ten days until the wedding, and the nerves are starting to kick in.

On the other hand, all the arrangements seem to be okay. He's still looking for some RSVPs for numbers, otherwise there will be a lot of frozen spare sandwiches being made.

He ponders that RSPV may not have made sense to everyone on the invite list, and maybe he should have explained it. But for the moment he's just checking his list of things that need doing.

[ooc: Gmail is apparently down atm, will keep an eye on things but poke at guppymun on AIM if necessary]

isaysimplewords

[OOM: Oh, hey, it turns out Cal wasn't hallucinating Milliways after all! Go figure.]

captainryan.livejournal.com

Captain Ryan is at a table with his back to the wall and a pint in his hand. It's been another long day of training, and he's spending his evening relaxing and people watching.

[Xaldin]

bythatmuch.livejournal.com

[ooc: Sleep-related slowtime warning is in effect, but this post is open for tags 'til it scrolls off the page~!]

Max has his own room, now (#86 — the irony of this is totally lost on him, for now) and he'd like to say that he's getting used to being here, but really, he's not.

He's still very uncomfortable. Actually, no — uncomfortable isn't the right word. He's more nervous, than anything. Edgy. Jumpy, though he won't show it.

So he's seated at a table, wearing a calm expression and some casual clothes (Bar gave him jeans, a blue shirt, a black blazer, and a pair of red Converse that he has fallen madly in love with) and drinking a glass of cranberry juice (with an orange slice!) through a swirly straw.

There's also a newspaper on his table, but that is being ignored in favor of people watching (and watching out for any punky, paper-stealing speeders and/or little gray aliens with anal probes and attitude problems).

[holy crap, it's a tinytag! get in the car!: Maxwell Smart]

stilljustandrew

*Andrew's sitting at the bar, with a chicken sandwich and a root beer sitting forgotten at his elbow. In his hands is a sheet of paper, which arrived along with -- and is the reason he's ignoring -- his dinner.*

*His expression, as he rereads the note, is stricken.*

Moiraine.

dark-ex-watcher.livejournal.com

For the first time in many days, Wesley Wyndham-Pryce is back from demonic L.A. and sitting at the bar. Or more precisely, floating right above one of the seats, thanks to his finding himself no longer Bound but, even more inconveniently, a ghost.

Even by Wesley's standards, this is proving to be more than a little annoying.

no-tactdiplomat.livejournal.com

Here's a bot the bar hasn't seen for a while.

Ratchet's settled in at a table tinkering with something, no surprise there.

Why don't you see what it is?

[Ratchet, Demyx]

going-native.livejournal.com

By all appearances, a girl of about eighteen, give or take a few years, enters a Bar.

Said girl freezes for a moment in the doorway; this place is not familiar to her. She shakes her head once as though clearing it, then appears to stop and debate something with herself.

What is this place?
It's a bar, genius. Why are you asking me? Why am I helping you? Figure it out your own damn self.

The (apparent) girl glances around again, quickly, warily. This isn't supposed to be here. She isn't supposed to be here. She'd just been going for groceries. Perhaps she'd just made a wrong turn?

She really ought to turn around now, but... surely there's someone here who can answer her (perfectly reasonable) questions and set her back on the correct path?

[tiny!tag: Wanderer]