milliways_bar | Aug. 14th, 2008

Aug. 14th, 2008

sighteddancer.livejournal.com

Cre'hktdi is ~~because the mun needed a reason for her not to wildly overshoot her status with all the new hunts she gets!~~ single-momming it up watching over her sister's adopted child.

But she needs to be here for her security shifts ~~as she has been all along just very handwaved for RL~~ and now, well, here she is.

She welded her Security badge to one of her favorite shoulder plates. And currently, while she is not watching the bar, she is buffing hairline scratches from her armor. It looks as though it has been scratched all over by a terrible multi-clawed beast!

...in a way, that's what's happened.

[[Gordon Freeman wears a tinytag]]

walking_napalm

It's pretty nice outside, here.

It's warmer in New Jersey -- it's the season for it -- but it's raining there, and the view of Trenton by night isn't half so pretty as the one looking across the lake at Milliways. As much as Liz appreciates rain, she likes seeing the moon once in a while, too, and the weather report didn't make that sound too likely for the rest of the week.

She sits cross-legged on a flat rock, her weight resting on her hands behind her, and her face lifted. There's a bit of a snap to the air, but an oversized sweater -- sleeves covering her hands -- wards off the worst of the chill. A camera (heavy and professional, if still not digital; as much as she loves the Polaroid, it doesn't do well with night shots) sits beside Liz's knee, but it's currently being ignored in favor of the waxing gibbous moon and the bright specks of the stars.

[Tag: The Wandering Jew]

benloserz.livejournal.com

Ben is outside, wandering. He met someone, talked with someone and as usual, said something stupid that made that someone leave.

He will not let it put him down again, but the young man is mentally kicking himself and cursing at himself in dark mutterings.

Ah Ben, when you will learn?

bluespells.livejournal.com

[[oom: after the joker finishes ripping all the scabs off billy's wounds, things get nasty at home]]

It's a somewhat shaken, if more clear-headed, boy that enters the bar this morning. He's wearing a super-hero costume, the most notable elements of which are a metallic headband and a ripped red cape. People who would be fooled by a certain alien's glasses and spit-curl might not recognize him; he's not wearing a mask, though.

The first thing Wiccan does, ignoring everyone else, is march straight to the bar and pluck down a ten. "Um, steak fries and pizza and a cream soda, please?" Sugar. Sugar is good. The bar delivers and he finds the warmest, darkest corner he can.

Wiccan needs to think, but it would probably be best for him if he didn't get the chance. Please find it in your heart to cheer up one slightly broken teen hero. Beware the existential angst.

[open until it falls off.][teeny bitty tag: billy kaplan, dinah lance, kate bishop, jenny]

alertcommando

Back from yet another mission, Tanya is glad to find Milliways. Really, food back home is becoming worse by the day, as the fresh produce is reserved for the sick and injured, for children and pregnant women.

Which leaves 'balanced rations' for the soldiers. Nutritious they might be, but they taste and look horrible.

Fresh Müsli by the fireplace in Milliways was never this good.

[ Chell, Gordon Freeman, Tanya Adams ]

bythatmuch.livejournal.com

Somewhere in some world, it's almost 3 o'clock in the morning.

Somewhere in some world, a mun has been deprived of sleep and blames this entirely on someone else.

Somewhere in some world, normal people are sleeping.

In Milliways, things are different.

In Milliways, it's only twilight.

In Milliways — outside, rather — there is a man.

And he is screaming like a little girl.

He would like to know what genius put a jungle out here.

More than that, he would like to know what fellow genius decided to fill it with DOUGH MONSTERS.

He would also like to know why his life sucks so hard.

(He's also wondering whether or not he's going to die out here. Maxwell Smart: Eaten by possessed wads of dough in a jungle at the end of the Universe. Huh. What a way to go.)

[a tag that is tiny; maxwell smart, hex's jungle plot, dough plot]

mycursedface

Medusa has a present. It has stuff in it. Stuff with words that she can't read, and clothes she can't wear (well, not with her wings), but the heavy thing would make a good weight for keeping things flat.

Mostly, however, the Gorgon is sitting at the Bar looking terribly...confused.

Current Mood: confused

bloody-awful.livejournal.com

When John comes downstairs this morning, he pins a sheet of paper to the notice board. It reads:

JOB ON OFFER

I can't be arsed to clean my room, so if you do it for me I'll pay your Bar tab.

Requirements: Absolute discretion, no curiosity, and no magic whatsoever.

Magic users, thieves and nosy buggers will be cursed with genital boils or worse.

Apply to John at the Bar.

And to the Bar he goes for a greasy breakfast and a mug of tea and whiskey.

(Please join Mun in a chorus of WTF?)

imthegoodguy.livejournal.com

Ben took what seemed to be an especially long trek through the jungle, at the end of which he realized that someone must have changed the outside of the bar into a jungle. Of course he would think that, as he originally came in through a jungle, and not through a totally innocuous forest one might find in Portland, Oregon.

The man drinking tea and people watching from his table will still feign surprise if asked, though.

[ ooc: work related slowtime not only likely, but guaranteed. ]

acts_of_gord

Anyone who was out by the lake last night, if they wandered along the shore until they were closer to Belar's mountains than the Bar, might've noticed one human trying to make himself as small and unnoticeable as possible on a cluster of rocks forming a natural jetty into the lake. Gordon had a lot to think about last night. Most of it was along the lines of "radiation does not work that way!!", if we're being honest. He's been a scientist all his life, and a fighter the past few months; being asked to accept the possibility that every single comic book he's ever pushed aside for using the kind of Hollywood science that makes his teeth ache might be right is more than he wants to deal with right now. Maybe more than he can deal with.

Reality, unfortunately, doesn't care what you can and can't deal with. It just is.

At any rate he wandered back into the Bar very late last night and took a rather colder shower than he would've liked. Someone nearby used up all the hot water. It wasn't fun, but at least it cleared his head before he fell asleep. He's in the Bar proper now in his MIT T-shirt, working his way through the strongest black coffee he can manage before figuring out what to do next. The biography he's got of Simo Hayha isn't very good company, so if someone wanted to bother him, that'd probably be welcome.

[tinytag: Gordon Freeman, Dinah Lance, John Vattic, Annabelle Newfield]

notagagagirl.livejournal.com

OOM: In which Scaramouche (who is still quite happy about this new name thing) gets quite a lot of surprises.

(Tiny-tag in the iron mask: Scaramouche)

jackcarter.livejournal.com

[OOM: Jack Carter gives SARAH a stern talking-to.]

[el tags of the tiny: Jack Carter, SARAH]

a-good-sock.livejournal.com

Joe hasn't been able to make it in to Milliways for over a week, working on pieces for his upcoming fashion show. He takes a deep breath and lets his shoulders relax as he approaches the bar and gets a cup of coffee.

He might be keeping an eye out for a particular lady, but is interested in seeing who else is about.

[tiny tag: Joe Blomfield]

raptorcanaria

Dinah is sitting in an out of the way booth, looking through what looks like a large ledger, stolen from her Uncle's office in the gym. Ted, like Dinah, isn't a fan of computers, so every student he's had will be in here somewhere.

She doesn't know what exactly she's looking for, but she knows she'll know it when she sees it.

(Although she's been distracted from her quest for the Batman by trying to figure out why Bruce Wayne took boxing lessons)

Interrupt her, but don't ask what she's doing, she won't answer.

mnt_raph

Anyone with an ear for 1980's Heavy Metal will recognize the dulcet tones of Metallica's Ride the Lightning wafting through the propped open door to the Staff Hallway. They might also catch a wiff of a the delicate blend of axel grease and cigarette smoke.

Raph has returned to his once bedroom/holding cell and current Milliways Gym to get his hands dirty on a project he started a long ass time ago. As it wouldn't do to return to Tortall covered in grease, Raph has stowed his breeches and tunic in favor of more contemporary garb. Steel toes have never felt so good. Neither have tank tops and army pants.

Visitors are welcome, and if they ask nicely he might even share one of his beers.

It's good to be home, for a given level of home.

hearthethoughts.livejournal.com

[Vague Season 2 until I conference with other Heroes Muns. Because yes, I have seen the season 3 pilot.]

Here is someone who hasn't been in the bar in FOREVER.

Which is Probably why he is in a bathrobe with ducks on it holding a toothbrush. Oh Matt, when you go somewhere, you really know how to show up in Style..

"...If I'd know this was going to happen I would have picked a different bathrobe."

This one was a gift from Molly.

Oh well, at least he's got his pajamas on and a bathrobe, he doesn't look completely ridiculous.

feminine-menace.livejournal.com

YT's had a guitar for a while now, but until recently her playing has been of "suck" quality, so she's done her practicing where nobody else can hear.

Now she's getting good enough to be fit for society, or at least the kind of society she generally hangs out in. She's sitting in a chair by the fire plucking out tunes on an acoustic guitar, occasionally putting a note wrong but generally doing okay.

Got any requests?

sliceitwithwind.livejournal.com

Xaldin is sober. He may need to talk to XII today and giving her the opportunity to talk to him without the numbing qualities of Atlantean is for the best. Being sober means that he is outside and currently looking at the jungle and the dough below him. Far below him. He did stick a sign down on the ground with an arrow pointing to a small whirlwind stating Ariel views of jungle/lake/grounds available. Shout into the wind.

He can't be the only one bemused by the situation.

[Tiny tags: Xaldin, Jungle Plot, Dough Plot]

nothawkingbird.livejournal.com

Kate was not happy. She had gone out to practice this morning out on the range with her bow and arrows as usual. Only to have dough-like things with thorns coming after her, and arrows just expanded their numbers. Even when she skewered some to the ground, they would just sploosh around the arrows, and try to attack again. And now? On top of it was an actual jungle. She was shaking bits of dough, and leaves out of her hair as she stomped back inside. Sullenly tossing her bow into a booth and flopping down.

"What the hell is going on out there??" She grumbled to the bar at large, clearly having missed something or two while she was away.

subject-lj-here.livejournal.com

After spending the evening with a new more-than-friend, Chell is rested and ready to meet the day. She wanders down the stairs, orders breakfast, and sits down to wait for new developments in the bar area. Hopefully a Charlie or a Spoon will show? She really wants to get moving on this 'learning' thing.

That being said, her original note asking for tutors still stands. You can never have enough learning, and she's open to anything.

[~~Tiny~~ Shiny Happy Tag: Chell (Portal)]

likesthecoat

Ianto, looking rumpled, is drinking a cup of coffee in one of the booths.

No books this time. Just a coffee and a contemplative expression.

madeyoudodge

A short, pretty young woman in a cropped bustier and high-cut shorts backs through the door. She’s disentangling stray bobby pins from those in her mouth, and sliding them into her hair where needed. "No, I’m covered for dinner, thanks," she calls out, talking around them, "getting picked up at eight—"

As one of her strange soft leather shoes--originally white, now worn and creased to a grey-brown color-- pushes back against the floor, she stops. Funny thing about being an acrobat: you learn to have a very good sense of where you are. Kinesthetic, yeah, but it helps if your other senses are on balance too. This room has a wooden floor, she notes; it sounds larger than the dressing room, and has more people in it, too.

Cathy turns, feather in one hand (another sticking out of her hair like ridiculous plumage) and bobby pins held by her teeth. She spits the latter out into her free hand with as much decorum as possible, sticks them in her pocket, and says nothing.

After a long moment her vocal chords seem to have caught their mistake and start working again. "Oh," she says, blankly.

tinytag: Catherine Bloom

callmemajor

Lorne is...a bit dusty. But happy. He's got a beer and his feet up on a low table.

He's about to start doodling on a cocktail napkin, which is usually a good sign that he could use some company.

[tiny!tag: Evan Lorne]

asar-suti.livejournal.com

Hello Mike, Mel and everybody!

we have a problem outside. There are magic-resistant blobs all over the place that I can't find anything about in the magic library, and then there is a jungle of spiny plants trying to devour the garden.
I'm sure you know. Call on me to help with whatever you need if you've got an idea, because I'm fresh out of them. I'll probably bawl if the jungle plants eat the kitchen garden I planted for Gil, but otherwise there's not much I can do. Because the blobs block my magic, so I can't blast the jungle away, either.-

Unhappily,
Asar-Suti

That posted, Asar-Suti sits down by the fire, with a mug of positively volcanic coffee, and glowers. He is even more purple than usual with anger, frustration, and worry.

shadowsusannah.livejournal.com

[OOC: OOM: sister madly wakin' up the dead]

Artist: Crowded House
Album: Temple Of Low Men
Year: 1988
Title: Sister Madly

ostro_goth

Due to the blobs of dough, and the spiny plants, making the outside dangerous, Teja has allowed the forge cats inside. He is sitting by the fireplace, with a tabby cat on his feet, and the white grey-spotted one on his lap.

He has work to do, but is not quite decided if he wishes to fight his way to forge. It is not that urgent.-

vance_prime

Her appreciation of the amenities notwithstanding, Alyx is still far from comfortable in Milliways. The place is just too alien to her. Not in the way that the Combine is alien, either--at least that would be something familiar. Everything about Milliways is entirely outside her experience, to the point where she can't describe the weirdness even to herself. No matter how good the food is, no matter how comfortable the beds, no matter how much people insist that it's a safe environment, the place just feels wrong.

The Earth of her home universe may be a post-apocalyptic ruin in which humanity is being killed slowly by alien oppressors... but at least it's home.

Alyx is seated in a corner of the Bar where she can see people coming and going, and methodically cleaning her gun.

Approach with caution.

[open for tags until it falls off the front page!]

[tinytag: Alyx Vance, Chell]

Current Mood: uncomfortable

calledironeyes.livejournal.com

Marsh has spent most of his time upstairs where he cannot be seen and cannot run into people. The rest of the time has been at night outside. He's come down for the simple reason that he needs to hear voices other than his own and Rider's.

His hood is up. Hiding him. He moves slowly, like he's in pain. He's not exactly walking straight, and he bumps into things.

But never things with much metal in them.

themidnightson

That was End of the Universe for you.

Edward went out for snack in the woods expecting the demon bunnies to fight back, not the flowers and plants and trees or sticky dough lumps.

Which is why Edward just came back in, mellow from said snack and encounters, with leaves in his hair and scuffed shoes.

[Tiny tag et al: hex's jungle plot, dough plot]

guppy_sandhu

Guppy is outside, escaping from his mother-in-law to be...

... and staring in bewilderment at the giant weed thing.

[tinytag: Jungle plot]

queenofmay

It's been a few days on both sides of the door when Marian returns again.

Her eyes are dark and her posture rigidly straight, but they both flood with quiet relief at seeing Milliways on the other side of an open doorway. She closed the door quickly behind her finding a reluctant but true smile on her lips as she heard the click. She ordered food, a spare change of clothes and copy of all the security notes she'd missed.

Settling into the couch with her haphazard pile, Marian ate raspberries while making odd faces at the notes.

maxwellsdemon02

[OOM, immediately before: The end of the mission.]

Trowa Barton walks through the front door of Milliways and stops.

Duo Maxwell comes in after, and promptly walks into him. "Hey! What's the hold- oh." This isn't the crappy motel they walked into, so it must be Milliways. Sadly, he cannot see over Trowa's shoulder. "Man, you make a better door than a window."

Trowa steps aside, and Duo shuts the door behind them.

k_in_black

It's not like Agent K's 'In' box is ever less than three feet high with active cases, but he's been away for a while. Probably busy taking intergalactic perps into custody, or negotiating interplanetary treaties, or if the usual Plan A's don't pan out, going with his preferred Plan B ("keep blasting until a satisfactory end state is secured").

Well, the man has to have some way to keep that 'In' box from reaching four feet.

But all that's behind him for the moment. All he needs know is a stiff drink and some quiet time.

It says a lot about K that for him Milliways counts as 'quiet.'

3nanashi

[OOM: Over the past couple of weeks, Trowa's been busy.]

talkback.livejournal.com

When Chase signed up for garden work, he expected it to be sort of tiring, but pretty routine.

After a few days of chasing blobs and then finding the ones he's captured seem to have just disappeared, he came downstairs yesterday to find a giant... jungle plant thing.

He tried to uproot some of the ones blocking the light out over the garden plants. After all, they probably belong to someone, he figured he shouldn't kill them without asking.

This didn't work. And the plant seemed to be getting bigger. So he tried plant clippers to just trim it back a bit.

After breaking the plant clippers he went to find some bigger plant-cutting things. But he doesn't seem to be able to get anything to cut with them.

He's just coming back with an axe when he is smacked in the head by a large bough, which he would swear moved on its own. He mutters a word he wouldn't say in front of Molly and moves in with the axe again.

The plant punches him in the face, taking him totally by surprise and knocking him back.

tobeclosetohim

Jo had opened the door, eyes on the wad of money in her hands that she was counting, expecting her bedroom.

That was why the door hadn't been closed and she'd made it four steps in, reaching out a foot for an object not there, before she realized.

The money was shoved into her low-slung hip apron and she skipped a large step back to slam the door exuberantly.

"I see what you're doin', mixing it up on me. And I don't even have a shift tonight."

[Jo Harvelle]

eyeeyecaptain

[OOM: Fry and Leela ponder the absence of Planet Express crew while drinking. THISWASTHETHREADOFFAIL*SADS*]

"Welcome to Sticky Mickeys, home of the Icky-Thicky Hot-and-Quicky, can I take your--"

Okay, Leela doesn't have the best of luck when it comes to employment agencies. Of course, the fact that she still has Fry's career chip implanted in her hand might not be helping matters much. She had gone in looking for the job that suited her best...

At least she wasn't a delivery boy again.

...Yet.

A curbside roller-skate-wearing fast-food waitress at a gimmick retro diner wasn't much of a step up, though.

And yes, she has to wear one of those funny paper hats.

When she exits the diner she expects to see a customer in a car. Or a spaceship. Hovercraft. ...Hell, a rowboat. She wasn't expecting to see Milliways instead.

"MILLIWAYS!" she cries joyously, flinging away her pencil and pad of paper.

\o/

She collapses onto the bar in what one could only imagine was meant to be a hug. Really, she's just sort of... laying there. With a stupid smile on her face.

"Thank God I found you!"

If she happens to be laying in the middle of your order, the mun apologizes profusely. The pup ~~definitely~~ probably doesn't care.

[tiny!tag: Turanga Leela, The Pirate King, Alyx Vance]

YAY LEELA'S BACK IN BAR! COME PLAAAAY! Open for tags until the internet collapses under its own immense weight. Or something.

furiousmaximus.livejournal.com

Max usually sits at the bar proper when he's around (and he often is). It's the easiest way to make sure his glass is never empty, and the view is pretty good besides.

Tonight, however, he's actually at a table. He was forced to this by the sad (oh so sad) situation of having at least twenty different glasses of beer laid out in front of him which he's taking in turn. Even someone as disinterested in math as Max knows that sampling one new drink a night won't give him enough time to get through Bar's menu no matter how long he lives, so he is sadly (oh so sadly) brought to this...