milliways_bar | Aug. 15th, 2008

Aug. 15th, 2008

The door is thrown open, and Demyx steps through from parts unknown. There is perhaps not the sound, but maybe the feeling, the swell of music that should be rising in the background as the show opener is about to be belted out.

"Oh, oh, oh, woke up today feeling the way I always do
Oh, oh, oh, hungry for something that I can't eat- then I hear that beat
The rhythm of town starts calling me down
It's like a message from highabove-
Oh, oh, oh- Pulling me out to the smiles and the streets that I love!

Good morning Milliways! Every day's like an open gate!
Every night is a fantasy! Every sound's like a symphony!

Good morning Milliways! And some day when I take to the stage
The world's gonna wake up and see... Milliways, and me!

Oh, oh, oh- look at my hair! What 'do' can compare with mine today?
Oh, oh, oh, I've got my hairspray and radio- I'm ready to go!

The rats on the street all dance round my feet
They seem to say 'Demyx, it's up to you'
So, oh, oh- Don't hold me back 'cause today all my dreams will come true!

Good morning Milliways! There's the flasher who lives next door!
There's the bum on his bar room stool! They wish me luck on my way to school!

Good morning Milliways! And some day when I take to the stage
The world's gonna wake up and see... Milliways, and me!

I know every step! I know every song
I know there's a place where I belong
I see all those party lights shining ahead-
So someone invite me before I drop dead!

So, Oh, Oh- Give me a chance! 'Cause when i start to dance I'm a movie star
Oh, oh, oh- Something inside of me makes me move when I hear the groove!

My boss tells me no, but my feet tell me go!
It's like a drummer inside my heart
Oh, oh, oh- don't make me wait one more moment for my life to staaaaart!

I love you Milliways! Every day's like an open gate!
Every night is a fantasy! Every sound's like a symphony!

And I promise Milliways! That some day when I take to the stage
The world's gonna wake up and see - Gonna wake up and see!
Milliways and me...
Milliways and me...
Milliways and me!"

No, you can't stop him from finishing his song. Yes, he is in fact singing this as he goes through bar, belting it out (FAR TOO WELL) to random patrons passionately before moving on.

One of them might be you.

justdidntseeit

[ oom: pillow talk and broken thoughts ]

[ ooc: warnings for violence in the second thread ]

lissla-lissar.livejournal.com

Lissar has no fear of the werewolves of Milliways. She does have a horror of not getting enough running in (alright, mostly she just feels grumpy when she doesn't run. However Ironhide fills most of their grump quota) and so she takes the time at Milliways to do so if she's been too busy at home.

Right now, coming in the back door, she looks disheveled and grumpy. "What. In the worlds. Happened out there?" is the question to the bar at large. She's got residual dough with thorns stuck to her hem, and scratches from plants on her face.

no_justice

Death is in the bar. With a candlestick.

Not with a candlestick, per se, but there's a candlestick on his table. Also wine, and curry.

Yeah, Death's having a candlelit supper for one.

Life's hard, for an old bachelor.

[The three little tags: Sabriel, The Russian Astronaut, Stark]

stubborn-annie.livejournal.com

Annie Wells considers herself to have one unofficial job at the Bar, and this is it:

ATTENTION MILLIWAYS PATRONS:

Tonight, August 15th, is the first night of the full moon. As several of our patrons are werewolves and use the grounds for their hunting territory, we recommend VERY STRONGLY that other patrons stay inside while the moon is up these next three nights. If you go outside, you do so at your own risk. Please don't get eaten.

Thank you.

Having tacked that to the door she heads for the Bar. It's mid-afternoon by her internal clock, and Harry's got a case of pre-lunar tension that could sink a small island. She's earned a bit of a break, she feels.

prob-japanese.livejournal.com

Bumblebee's been digging through the World Wide Web* again on his Earth, looking for things that occupy humanity's interests to great and varied degrees. It helps to know what your adopted planet's dominant sentient lifeform considers most important, after all. He's already seen most of the porn** and most of the food sites, and he's dug heavily into the various music sources. Today he did a major survey of other topics of interest.

He's been living among them for four years and humanity still makes his capacitors ache sometimes.

The only cure for this is to get away from the signal for a while- it's too tempting not to reach out for- and play. One scan out the back door of Milliways revealed that he really didn't want to go there, so rather than bothering the plants he's opted to bother the spiders. There's a yellow-and-chrome robot about the size of Jet Li skittering through the rafters, if anyone cares to look up.

*Bumblebee knows every single free public WiFi hotspot, and every single unsecured wireless Internet connection of any kind whatsoever, within a hundred miles of Autobase. He's a scout for a machine civilization; finding the data hookups is equivalent to looking for water.

**Yes. Most of all the porn. He was hoping it'd eventually make sense. It didn't.

acts_of_gord

Gordon's been trying the front door several times a day (and usually at least once a night; he doesn't sleep much), but it's still not opening. The frustration level is nothing short of astounding. Still, he tries to make good use of his time otherwise, and one such use arises out of a conversation he had the other night. Anyone who passes by the message board that hangs near the back door will have a good chance of spotting a neatly lettered notice:

If you graduated from your universe's Massachusetts Institute of Technology or got your post-graduate degree there, the Milliways MIT Alumni Association would like to hear from you. Contact either Gordon Freeman (Ph. D., '99, theoretical physics) or John Vattic (Ph. D., '92, psychology) via the Bar.

It's got a reasonable facsimile of the school's logo at the top, and the Black Mesa and Lambda Core logos at the bottom; Gordon figures who knows, someone interested might see him in his civvies before they get to the Bar.

Speaking of civvies, he made a serious tactical error in choosing to wear them today. This is because the jungle outside is really not kind to anyone not wearing an HEV suit. It's not actively hostile, as he hasn't attacked any of it so much as tried to push it away, but it really does a number on exposed skin and un-reinforced clothing. A t-shirt and jeans just aren't up to the job. His quest to get to the firing range with the Combine pulse rifle (no sense having a weapon and not being truly familiar with it) is going to have to be set aside; he's going back to the Bar to change...

... or, y'know, get lost, that happens too. Just lovely.

Eventually he's going to wind up poking at one of the little doughy blobs with his crowbar, just to see what happens. Maybe it'll flee to shelter and inadvertently reveal a path thereby?

[Tinytags: Gordon Freeman, Alyx Vance, Xaldin. Feel free to catch him indoors or out, either way.]

loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com

And there's a werewolf in the Bar. He's just come from outside, looking decidedly unhappy. Chances are he's met the new inhabitants.

He stops for a look at this and nods slowly to himself, then takes a seat in an out of the way corner.

Yes, he's watching you.
No, he doesn't seem to be aware of how unnerving that stare is.

[OOC:~~Responses may be touch and go until the kiddo goes down for his nap~~ Will be leaving for work soon. Slowtime tags will be tended to. Many thanks for the tags today!]

falconryu.livejournal.com

[[ In enemy territory, the first night of investigation brings surprises. ]]

goodolefuntime.livejournal.com

[OOM: Hurley goes back to the island, and things instantly go bad.]

one-talent.livejournal.com

[Before Milliways: As a bird poised to fly.]

nothawkingbird.livejournal.com

(OOM: Millitimed also during Will and Kate's vacation in New York, there's info found, and then a trip to a relaxing resort and spa in the Catskills with pampering, good food, and fun and surprises with whirlpool tubs among other ways to relax. Usual intimate coupley moments warning for both posts.)

why-so-serious.livejournal.com

-- it's not clear exactly how it happened.

But someone's done a little fancy footwork.

On the bar sits an abandoned newspaper, free for anyone to pick up and flip through.

Although, considering the content, we're not so sure how much you'll want to keep it.

| ooc: volume one of the ha ha ha times. image-heavy, dial-up unfriendly. this post is only open for reactions to the paper, the joker is nowhere in sight. |

badinlatin

[OOM: Onboard Serenity -- Kaylee and Mal run into each other pretty early in the morning.]

Current Music: BB King and Eric Clapton: Key To the Highway

seaweedbrain.livejournal.com

I mean, yeah, I have shorts on cause you need pants to walk around and everything, but I mean, like, swimming shorts. The kind made out of the same stuff they make windbreakers out of. Even though it's still here at the end of the universe, being in the water made me feel a little like home.

I didn't spend too much time down there though, mostly because I'd be tempted not to leave for a while, but it was really good to dip in there for a little while.

Also, I'm hungry and it's really kinda sucky to go and eat the fish you were just talking to.

I just hope I don't get too many looks for being completely dry as I walk out of the lake. I mean, this place has some weirdness and everything, but it's always the little things that tend to make people freak.

[tiny tag: percy jackson]

mnt_mike

"BarMan Chronicles.
Day fifteen.

The undergrowth here is very dense. Thick even. Full of shadows that growl in the night. Or in this case the day... at least I think it's day. It was day when I entered the area, and I have been walking an awfully long time, so it could be night by now, but I kinda doubt it.

All manner of beasties live and reign and frolic in amongst the underbrush. Crikey! I could have sworn something move in the darkness, leaving only the delectable and tantalizing aroma of muffins in its wake.

Stampy is equally unnerved.

Why is all the peanutbutter gone?
"

The Lake Door swings open to reveal our barman in his his best inpersonation of a third act Indiana Jones circa Temple of Doom complete with Machete.

"Seriously here people, what gives? I go away on one Mega-Peanutbutter-Walk-A-Boot-Fantastular. One, and all heck breaks out. Do I need to set up like...baby monitors for this place or something? Geez!"

blinkandyoumiss.livejournal.com

{After a chat about Many Things, everyone's favourite crazy couple embarks on an impromptu tour of the North American portion of Earth, ending on a beach. Oh! Those summer nights.}

Tinytag is tiny!: Jenny

raptorcanaria

[OOM: There's no point knowing things about people if you don't tell them you know.]

[Taglet: Dinah Lance]

raptorcanaria

[OOM:

Stories have power. In some universes they have more power than others. If you live in universe in which they have a lot of power, like Dinah does, there are certain rules that apply:
- if a demi-god tells you that something is a bad idea, and you do it anyway, there will be consequences.
- if one of your friends freaks out about the possibility of having metaabilities and you are dismissive and a little envious, there may be consequences.
- if you are overly smug about inconsequental things, there is a higher risk of something of consequence actually happening.

This is Dinah's consequence]

When something big happens by accident, there are a number or ways to react. Dinah opts for the favourite of teenage girls everywhere. She runs away from their scared, accusing stares, and heads straight for her room, slamming the door behind her. She doesn't stop there, of course, and continues on to Milliways.

Which is why the bar door slams suddenly and a teenage girl leans against it, her hand over her mouth, staring around the bar with wide, scared eyes.

[OOM embellished from Secret Origins #50]

shadowsusannah.livejournal.com

[OOC: OOM:

Somewhere deep inside
Something's got a hold on you
And it's pushing me aside
See it stretch on forever

and I know I'm right
For the first time in my life
That's why I tell you
You'd better be home soon.]

aimedforthemoon

[OoM: Revenge is an act of passion; vengeance of justice.
Injuries are revenged; crimes are avenged.
~ Samuel Johnson

timed to a few weeks ago, with major thanks to Crystal for her help]

[tiny!tag: the russian astronaut]

magic_ferret

It was just a single step, but it was a doozy.

Yunno's been out back trying to figure out how to fight the plants. The dough helped not at all. Yunno has decided to recuperate and advertise, with a new addition.

Translations
Reasonable Rates
English, Japanese, Ancient Belkan, Mid-Childan
Others with sufficiently large samples
Also willing to trade for combat lessons. Staff or unarmed preferred.

Sign in place Yunno is curled up at the base of the lettered cardboard and napping.

Bother, but give him a moment to wakeup please.

Tiny tag: Yunno Scrya

fatboyrun.livejournal.com

The man standing behind the bar tonight looks like he's filling in for another buddy on staff. He's in a light blue shirt with 'DOYLE' over the right breast pocket, dark tie, dark pants, and a dark blue cap that says 'SECURITY' over the brim; he has a walkie-talkie at his belt. Dennis is, however, right where he belongs.

If being slightly lazy about specials. He found an interesting book tonight, and picked out the first three drinks that he stabbed a finger at.

TONIGHT'S SPECIALS

GEESE JUGGLER
~~PEACEKEEPER BITCH~~
RUM & COKE
DISREPUTABLE HAT

"Happy Hour's open," he says, lighting a cigarette.

[tag: dennis doyle, mr. tom ripley, xaldin]

ostro_goth

Shortly after this conversation, Teja comes back down from his room and hangs up this large notice on the notice board, for all to see:

That done, he gets tea for himself, and cat food for the forge cats, and settles down by the fireplace, pondering.

Maybe one here inadvertently did find the final explanation for the multiverse, recently? And it was, then, immediately replaced with something stranger? Oddness, certainly, has risen in random places. When he was upstairs just now to write the notice, Tea found the used towels in his bathroom replaced, as usual. But instead of more towels of pale, unbleached linen, they have been replaced by bright orange ones, adorned with bright pink flowers, and of alarming fluffiness.-

Company to ponder all the strangeness with would be truly welcome.

likesthecoat

It's Friday night in Cardiff. Most men his age, Ianto knows, would be out with their mates or their girlfriends, doing ordinary things like pubs and bowling and dance clubs.

Ianto is not.

Ianto is still in his suit (twelve-plus hours now), a file box under his arm and a look of relief on his face when the door opens to Milliways. He holds the door open with one foot as he takes his diary from the box (you never know, is his philosophy), and then leaves the box in the Hub and lets the door shut.

It's Friday night in Cardiff, something resembling it in Milliways, and Ianto wants to make the most of it.

badinlatin

Mal'd been so focused on Simon's note that he'd forgotten almost entirely about the note with no name on the outside of it, shoving it into a coat pocket while pondering the other day whether to write back to the doctor. Walking back into the bar this evening, Mal shoves his hands back into those same pockets, finding the now-crumpled correspondence.

Mal--

His gait to the bar proper slows, reading as he's walking. It stops entirely when he skips ahead to see who the note is from.

It is said in my world that men of the Borderlands will take a dagger's wound to avoid harm to a woman and count it fair trade. I see the same sense of honor and integrity in you, when it comes to those that you have chosen to protect, and I am glad of it.

Mal goes damn near slackjawed, reading and rereading the words put to page in a more even hand than he normally gets a chance to see ever.
"Nope. Murder in self-defense's still murder."
The browncoat captain doesn't tend to hear that his way is a good one, out loud and on purpose. Least of all from Moiraine rutting Aes Sedai.

Light illumine and protect you, Malcolm Reynolds. I am pleased to have known you.

--Moiraine

He'll figure his way to someplace to sit, instead of staring at the page in his hand, read days too late to respond timel--

I am pleased to have known you.

"Oh you're off to do something fucking stupid."

Mal's been picking up vocabulary, in the bar at the end of the universe.

talkback.livejournal.com

Chase hopes he's getting overtime for all this.

Equipped with a rucksack with some large bottles of vinegar and weedkiller, he sets off outside to find the main body of the giant plant. Best to poison it at its source he figures.

The plant is mysteriously well behaved until he gets close, then it picks him up with lightning speed, dangles him and shakes him around until both bottles are broken and he's covered in vinegar.

He dangles upside down and wonders what plan B is.

(He would swear the plant is laughing at him)

[tinytag: Jungle plot]

fiery_ring

virtualtag
Carlotta has spent the whole day cramming for end of term exams, and came here in the hope of doing some archery practice.

Except apparently not; the garden is full of plant stuff. Weaving and winding and right in the way...

Where everyone sees nuisance, Carlotta suddenly sees potential. She grins, puts the bow away, and begins. She takes a run and jumps, swinging from one vine to another. The plant is behaving, apparently out of curiousity.

She pauses, balancing on a broad vine with one hand, and then gives a startled yell when it moves.

[tinytag: Carlotta Brown]

one-talent.livejournal.com

This is not the Horn & Hardart Automat.

That much is obvious. First thing: do not gawk. Second thing: do not stare. You will not because that will make you look like a tourist, and in a new and unknown situation that is a risk that you should not take.

No alarm. No surprise.

He walks straight for the bar where he claims a stool, sets three envelopes on the mahogany counter, and smiles to himself as he places an order.

Now you think.

Current Music: The Heartstring Stranglers: "The Shadows of the Night"

shadowsusannah.livejournal.com

[OOC: OOM:

With a sky blue sky
This rotten time
Wouldn’t seem so bad to me now
Oh, I didn’t die
I should be satisfied
I survived
That's good enough for now]