milliways_bar | Aug. 13th, 2008

Aug. 13th, 2008

Ianto has no badge, no (visible) weapons, not so much as a sparkly thing on the table. He doesn't even glow provocatively.

Perfectly ordinary young man in a perfectly ordinary suit, having a perfectly ordinary cup of coffee.

works-in-space.livejournal.com

Jim is sitting at a quiet table, looking over a series of reports and memos and fact sheets that, as a whole, can be called a Starfleet internal newsletter. The sort of stuff that isn't crucial to the day to day operation of a starship, and that he rarely has time to read. The Bar, however, offers him that opportunity over a cup of coffee.

Interruptions are welcome.

[ooc: slowtime ~~for meetings and lunch and so on likely~~ as I am heading home - will tag as I can]

childofathos

Teyla is sitting cross-legged on the floor by the fire with a cup of tea and a plate of pastries.

The Lanteans say, "No news is good news."

Teyla respectfully disagrees.

[tiny!tag: Teyla Emmagan]

raptorcanaria

[OOM: You need approval to be a Hero in Gotham these days.]

Dinah pulls her wig off as she enters the bar. Sure, there's a secret identity to be protected and everything, but it's not like there's actually anyone from her timeline in here, and keeping it from her Mom is enough work thank-you-very-much. Anyway, she's far more pre-occupied with nursing a sore spot on her jaw.

Fishnetted and wigless, she heads straight over to Bar and orders a sandwich. And as an afterthought, a mirror. She needs to check for bruising.

[The littlest tag: Dinah Lance]

there-is-a-me.livejournal.com

Spoon has had a hard weekend. First there was the almost dying thing, and it was followed up with Jordie kissing him. Hard weekend full of not-so-fun things.

But he's back in Milliways now, legs crossed at the ankles on the couch reading up on Penny and Cora's classwork.

...He still doesn't know where Penny got the beautiful penmanship.

not-toothfairy.livejournal.com

Ironhide stalks in from the elevator with the usual reversed THX Sound heralding the onset of the subspace compression field. He heads straight for the back door.

About five minutes later he returns. "Okay," he says, "what rivet-head did that with the plants?"

He's pretty sure he's not supposed to set things on fire around here without asking first.

[tinytag: Yunno Scrya]

acts_of_gord

Yesterday was the day to let off steam, as far as Gordon was concerned. It didn't really help. Neither did sleeping, for all that he managed to pull off almost six hours of it; the dreams were the same as the night before, which drained the rest of the sleep of most of its value. That... probably means it's time to do something. If he's lucky, the fact that the door is visible, even though it won't open, means that he's going back to his own time when the lock finally gives way. If he's not, he still wants armed accompaniment, just in case. Either way that means recruiting for a possible guerrilla war- and he has no intention of sending anyone else in as blind as he was when it all started.

He's not quite ready to put the lambda shirt back on for this. Too many people who wore it died because he was there. Alyx was right about that. Still, he- oh. Hm. Whoever handled room maintenance seems to have left a shirt with the Black Mesa logo on it in there. That'll do.

"I need graph paper, a mechanical pencil with 0.7 mm lead, another with 0.5 mm lead, and some form of breakfast, please," he notifies the Bar when he comes downstairs. The requested objects are provided. "Thank you."

With that, he heads over to the nearest table and begins sketching. An ordinary human figure, first. Got to have that for scale. But after that... well, he's seen enough of the damned things between New Little Odessa and Nova Prospekt, including one that crashed to its end on Highway 17 itself. As soon as he's rendered the human on the graph paper, he starts in on drawing a Combine gunship.

He could probably be bothered.

[Tinytag: Gordon Freeman, Chell]

bloody-awful.livejournal.com

John is at the Bar, nursing the kind of hangover that can only come from a night of drunken ex-boyfriend bonding.

The hangover cure seems to involve Guinness, Bushmills and cigarettes. How is this different from any other day? Who the hell knows...

aeons_crackshot

The meeting with Primoris the night before had given her a lot to think about. ( In fact the conversation may not even be finished yet thanks to the wonders of slowtime and the fact that humans have to sleep occasionally. ) Annabelle has never dealt particularly well with long contemplative stretches without physical activity. This would be why she is idly performing maintenance on a rather impressive set of weaponry in a corner booth. The collection includes two rather strange looking pistols, a set of throwing knives and a whip. Annabelle has long been of the opinion that being unarmed is something that should only happen to other people.

(Tinytag!: Annabelle Newfield, Artemus Gordon, Gordon Freeman, Jennifer Landers)

boundxkitty

There's a teenage Elizabeth sitting in a booth over yonder. How long has she been here? Long enough for her to have homework spread out on the table. It's the dreaded algebra. She's currently chewing on the cap of her pen unconsciously while she works on a problem. Though feel free to save her from homework by offering distractions.

isaysimplewords

[OOM: Cal's post-Milliways attempts to make things right in his life are met with varying degrees of success before ultimately being cut short.]

The door is kind of surprising. There's no existential crisis going on here - Cal knows he's dead, though at the moment he doesn't quite remember how, so if he'd been expecting anything, it would have been a white light of some kind. But it's a door. And this time, when Cal opens it, it takes him where every door for the last few months has failed to lead.

Milliways. And now Cal knows it's real. He smiles and closes the door behind him. He feels the knob evaporate in his hand, but he doesn't mind. Where else could he go? Where else would he want to be?

He lingers there for a moment, taking it all in, not worrying for the moment about his continued existence. And, okay, the jail cell right next to him is new, but he's not worried about that either as he scans the room for any possible familiar faces.

[tiny tag: hex's jungle plot]

seaweedbrain.livejournal.com

I mean, yeah, this place is pretty neat. There's a whole area outside almost as big as the camp with fields and a lake (I really like the lake) and a forest and mountains and stuff, but there's not too much to do. I mean, I have my sword but there's no swordsmanship classes. No rockclimbing wall with lava to heat things up. No dryads to point out just how slow I was on land. And worst of all, I don't have any of my friends here.

There is a pretty interesting looking building off to the side that keeps kind of calling my name. Not the forge because, dude, I'm not one of Hephaestos's kids... but this other one. And I mean, literally, like, calling my name. Or, you know, I could be crazy but either way--

Dude, is this a stable?

I don't know if I'm allowed in, but maybe I'll just wait until I see someone heading in and ask if I can see the horses. Me and horses get on really well.

[tiny tag: percy jackson]

eirenikos

[ooms: Eirene takes Clark to Greece for a fun-filled adventure in dancing and the Opening Ceremony(still in progress) of the 2004 Olympic Games. After which, she spends the next three weeks getting very little sleep and cheering her countrymen onto medals and generally having a good time.

warning: Brought to you by the letter 'S' for Sap, seduction and, um, sex.]

The door opens up just long enough to admit a walking pile of presents and the woman hidden underneath them. She staggers to the counter and spends a few minutes sorting them out into different groups, depending on the wrapping, and then attaches names to each box, before asking Bar to deliver them to the recipients next time they come anywhere near her.

Which is when Bar kindly delivers a surprise for Eirene in the form of a basket from Demeter. Hoisting up her last package, one she'd like to hand over in person, the goddess slinks over to a table, sets Dem's gift on the top of it, and carefully begins rifling through the contents. A few minutes later her blush has only gotten worse, and she's staring at a bottle of heated massage oil.

Totally botherable.

[small olympian tags: Eirene, Ouranos, Jenny (Doctor's daughter)]

will_scarlett

After the conversation with the man in the cell last night, Will is feeling thoughtful.

So he's fletching arrows, because its a process he knows well and you always needs more arrows.

Beside him there a wooden platter with some bread and cheese and a tankard of ale though he hasn't really eaten them.

candied-rabbit.livejournal.com

Momiji is a wee bit confused.

He's standing at the back door of the bar, eyes pointing out in a direction that, the last time he was here, gave him a straight line of sight to the lake. From his attire - a Hawaiian print pair of swim trunks and a white shirt with the logo of a Japanese swim shop on the front - he was planning to head in that direction.

Instead, he's staring out at a strange looking jungle that's blocking his view. He's also, of course, unintentionally blocking the way outside.

"Uhm...?"

gonna_live

[

It's Wednesday, August 13.

Do you know where your band is?

This is where Woody Guthrie lived, just before the end of things.

This is what came of Woody Guthrie, after the end.

Lesson learned:

If you're going to be a legend in the future, it helps to die alone.

Violence, in the last link.]

dark_dancer

The good news: Cata's getting better at the whole workout-stamina thing. She's fairly certain there's a measurable difference between where she's started and now, for all she's still got a bit of work to do.
The bad news: Between the dough (which is damned tenacious, when it wants to be) and the sudden addition of a jungle to the space out back, just trying to get through ten minutes of any sort of practice has become a whole new adventure.
To that end, Cata feels like she's put in her token effort for the day. And to make up for the fact that she didn't get as much done outside as she'd have liked, she asked for some reading material to accompany her post-workout meal and water. It's time she started brushing up her poisons knowledge again.

(OOC: Open until it scrolls off the main page.)

[tiny!tag: Cata, dough plot, Hex's jungle]

politestpirate.livejournal.com

Demon rabbits. Blobs of.... something. (Wellard really has no idea what.) And now a jungle making what used to be a five minute walk to the 'ship yard' an adventure in and of itself.

Wellard is caught between amusement and exasperation-

Though at least he has not requested a machete from the bar just yet, so we will say he is a bit more amused than not.

However, this day's work is done on the ship, and Wellard is in the bar at a table, finishing dinner. And if his work shirt is stained golden orange, and his hands have a similar tint, well, dying sails is not an easy job.

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

Ace can't face any more paperwork. She swears it's breeding in the dark shadows under her desk, but she's afraid to actually go down there and look. So avoiding paperwork is definitely 'in' today. She also doesn't much fancy a trip to somewhere, because after this weekend she is playing it safe and sticking close to home. Being in too active a mood to sit and read...

She grabs several sets of legos, dumps the lot into one big tub, and begins building. The real mental stimulation comes in when trying to build in more than three dimensions.

blinkandyoumiss.livejournal.com

Bart's in the bar.

There’s maybe a few things unusual about tonight. To begin with, his booth is tucked out of way and difficult to spot. His normal brightly colored red and/or yellow hooded sweatshirt is neither brightly colored nor hooded- it’s gray and unnoticeable, along with the rest of his clothing. There isn’t any food or evidence of food strewn about his table, and the sketch he’s been absently working on for the past several minutes isn’t his usual cartoon doodle.

It’s a smile.

{Munagement requests only pups who know Bart already and preferably have threaded with him more than once. If in doubt, please do ping. Thanks!}

The world's teeniest talltag: Jenny

torch-reporter.livejournal.com

[millitimed to last night, after this]

It's kind of funny how fast some things can become trivial. Chloe knows better than to think she can ever chase after Bart once he hits superspeed. So, unsurprisingly, she'll turn to the one man who can. Not looking back, she makes her way to the bar and begins to scribble a note on a napkin.

Clark-

Looks like Milliways is being invaded by weirdness of a Smallville variety. Some creepy clown in a jail cell scared the crap out of Bart tonight. Keep your eye out, okay?

Thanks.
Chloe.

"Make sure he gets this, please? It's important."

The note disappears a moment later.

gonna_live

[OOM:
no one is ever going to take my life from me

i lay it down

Nobody puts baby in the corner.

a ghost is born

Violence.]

guppy_sandhu

Guppy is in a booth near the bar, eating a banana.

It has just occurred to him that he should have checked with Atton about the stag party (does he need to do anything? What should he wear? He's really not going to get tied to a lamppost right?). But he trusts his brother not to come up with anything ~~actually dangerous~~ ~~very dangerous~~ dangerous enough that they get into trouble.

Walk-in clinic
The doctor is in

jv-034.livejournal.com

Dr. John Vattic comes through the door in a manner quite unlike the norm. Holding on to the top of the door, he swings in, as if he were expecting a car seat underneath him instead of a hardwood floor.

This becomes even more evident from his seated position as his ass is on target to hit the floor, hard. He almost notices before it happens, and an "Oh, shiiiit!" can almost be heard over the loud thump of bum hitting flooring. If only being a psychic and a military operative made you less likely to get yourself injured.

Welcome to Milliways, Dr. Vattic.

shadowsusannah.livejournal.com

( Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. )

gonna_live

[OOM: And now, the final frame: or, a New Mexican epilogue.]

It's only because Charlie said she promised Simon Tam that she'd see Kaylee got back all right that Kaylee's putting up with this. At all. Especially because Charlie doesn't seem to think it's a matter of great urgency to check in on Eddie Toren and the medicine cabinet.

Fury, then, more than anything else, that's got her shoulders straight and her walk largely unhindered when she comes through the door, with her bandaged hands tucked in the pocket of her fleece jacket. She's not even looking for anyone she knows.

vance_prime

[~~Out of~~ Above Milliways: Alyx Vance discovers the benefits of pre-apocalyptic human civilization.

aka HOT SHOWERS WUT.]

[tinytag: Alyx Vance]

young_womble

[oom: At home, Wellington is noticed]

Wellington has finished his kitchen work (though he's worried about the spoon numbers - he thinks he might have accidentally taken a few home). Still looking rather preoccupied, he wanders out back.

The first thing he encounters is a giant white blob, which sticks to his foot and refuses to move. He shakes it off, with something between anxiousness and irritation, then walks straight into a giant jungle... thing.

"Lumme!" He exclaims, rubbing the worried frown on his forehead. "What's going on out here?"