milliways_bar | Aug. 16th, 2008

Aug. 16th, 2008

falconryu.livejournal.com

[[ Ryu's battle continues. Time is short, enemies are many, but revelations and a new path appear before him. The vengeance really starts now. ]]

[[ P.S. Another place, two people are most interested in Ryu's progress. ]]

going-native.livejournal.com

There's a human-looking alien girl in the Bar.

Contrary to her host body's wishes, she has decided that French fries and a strawberry milkshake are an entirely appropriate dinner.

Maybe she's stalling just a little, since she's supposed to report back to her Seeker first thing in the morning and she has approximately nothing to tell her. Prying answers out of one's own head really shouldn't be this difficult. In any case, distractions are welcome!

[teeeeeny!tag: Wanderer]

stillbecoming

[OOM: Very important things happen, excitingly.]

spooky-shrink.livejournal.com

It's late even for Malcolm, but then again, late means not having to fight for a seat at the bar. He has his usual glass of scotch beside him, and is reading an article from 2008 assuring its readers that something called the Large Hadron Collider will be blowing up the Earth on September 10.

Malcolm puts the paper down, glances out the Observation Window, and shakes his head.

"Don't be in such a rush, guys."

slayedthedragon.livejournal.com

Angel slips in through the Door and walks silently over to Bar where he takes a seat at the quieter end. An opaque glass of his usual appears before him and he sits there, his finger idly tracing a non-pattern on Bar's counter.

Any resemblance between that non-pattern and a master plan for restoring Los Angeles from its Hell state is definitely accidental.

mycursedface

Medusa is in the rafters today. Not that you can see her, unless you look up, but then again, humanity in all its imitations has always been attracted to gold and her wings aren't hidden. Not to mention that when she ran in from outside, she'd used said wings (and all of their twelve feet in span) to leap up into said rafters, which was pretty damn noticeable (if only from the air turbulence).

(it wasn't the jungle that has her spooked - she's been in India, she's been psychotic in India, she can handle moving jungles.

it was where the jungle forced her to walk, past the paddocks with their horses.

she'd been avoiding them

(prey, food,
meat, be impolite to
eat what others own)

and it wasn't what she saw as she couldn't look but that flicker and that shape in heat with long legs and her own wings and)

my son my son i'm sor-

he's not

Medusa, sitting on the rafter, head buried in her folded arms, doesn't particularly look as if she's going to feel like coming down anytime soon.

It probably wouldn't hurt if anyone tried to convince her otherwise, though.

Current Mood: uncomfortable

justdidntseeit

When Kate comes in from her morning run, a couple of things happen.

A basket pops up on the Bar along with her requested bottle of water.

And when she heads upstairs with said basket in tow, cheeks a little more flushed than they'd been when she first came in, she can't get into her room.

It's been replaced by a solid wall of what appears to be graham cracker-dotted chocolate. (And the Loompas have no answers for this anomaly — they're too busy Boogie Wonderland-ing their way down the hall.)

She's tucked in a booth downstairs now with an orange, inspecting the contents of Demeter's gift basket.

The chocolate and honey massage bar has most of her attention at the moment.

[ tiny tags: kate warner, loompas gone wild plot ]

i-brained-clor.livejournal.com

When the bar asks Herc to tend, he is a little surprised. Not much of a cocktail mixer, he instead goes for a series of specials that he is more familiar with.

Today's Specials
All the Mead You Can Quaff in One Minute
Shot Contests with the Bartender (win and its free!)
Wine in Goblets as Big as Your Head

"Come!" Hercules announces, with a hearty laugh.

[tiny tag: Hercules]

[ooc: ~~Will be open a goooood chunk of the day, as I'll be around.~~ No more new threads, please? But I'll finish out what we've got. Thank you all for a lovely Happy Hour!]

nottaprincess.livejournal.com

There is a somewhat wary-looking rat-boy just a little ways out into the wilds of the recently jungle-fied Milliways. He's in what formerly would not have been much of a secluded spot, throwing punches and kicks at the air in quick succession. Backsteps and shifting take him in a slow sort of circle, and he eyes the plant life around him with obvious suspicion.

Yeah, he totally doesn't remember the outdoors looking like this, the first day he came in. But it's been a while since he's been able to practice like this in peace without having to worry about angry cat-boy attacks. So, he's willing to risk the strangeness.

...Even if does look like some of those vines are moving on their own.

hero_farmboy

Clark should know better than to try and go somewhere to relax. Things alwyas happen just when he thinks they won't. Fortunately - if it can be called that - it seems to only be events in Milliways that are problems right now. But he's pretty sure the calm at home won't last forever, either.

For the time being, however, he's just going to sit in a chair, Security badge visible, and sort through various notes and that freaky mock up newspaper. He has a distinct feeling the latter just might be connected to the napkin warning Chloe gave him and something else is nagging at his mind about it too, but he can't quite put his finger on it yet.

Maybe if he's feeling up to it later, he'll check what the hell is apparently going on outside.

Maybe.

[tiny tags: Eirene, Dinah Lance, Jenny (Doctor's Daughter), Martha Kent]

asar-suti.livejournal.com

Asar-Suti is sitting near the back door, dejected, unhappy, and covered in nameless goo.-

bloody-awful.livejournal.com

A bloke walks into a bar. Yes, through the front door. John's been TCB back in the Smoke, but now he's back.

At the moment, he's going shot for shot with Hercules, because he's constitutionally incapable of resisting a dare.

You can chat with him there, or here. He's easy.

Um... er... well, as of now, he's actually passed out in a heap on the floor. But he won! That's what matters, right?

...Right?

... Er.... Anyone want to help out a paralytic drunken magus?

bitunlikely.livejournal.com

With dough and jungle outside, Jenny's decided to spend the days indoors. Specifically, she's discovered the rafters. A really good observation post, not to mention a rather nice place to think.

Because as it turns out, while Rhoden might have the best bazaar in the universe, it lacks a little - or a lot - in quiet areas to think.

Kinda nice to find that her shuttle hatch now doubles as a door to Milliways as well.

[tiny tag: jenny]

acts_of_gord

When Gordon comes down the stairs today, he's lugging a fair-sized plastic container along with him. The reason becomes clear fairly quickly; you can't really carry an HEV suit anywhere unless you're either wearing it or toting it in a box, and the suit needs a good thorough going-over that he can't accomplish in his room.

Hope you didn't need that well-lighted table towards the Window. Gordon's appropriated it for the suit work today.

[tinytag: Gordon Freeman, Dinah Lance, Alyx Vance, Chell]

will_scarlett

Will has the Joker card laid in front of him along with a book on the history of Jesters.

He keeps thinking he understands why the man in the cell got to him but then something doesn't fit. So he's reading and learning a lot as he idly flips a silver coin on his knuckles.

nothawkingbird.livejournal.com

A drink at happy hour with Hercules, and she was now idly checking the bow of her cello. It was still too tight quarters for practicing out back, and those plants didn't like having arrows anywhere near them. And trimming them back took a lot from a single person.

She was also thinking of that disturbing newspaper she came across yesterday, and the guy in the cell that's affected Will and especially Billy.

She then started to play a piece on her cello. Sounded like 'Danse Macabre.'

sliceitwithwind.livejournal.com

Xaldin is again outside watching the dough and jungle. It's interesting, and interesting is good.

He's not exactly drunk again but he's been keeping himself at a solid tipsy for the last day or so. It's a delicate balance between smelling and sipping at the Atlantean.

shadowsusannah.livejournal.com

[OOC: OOM:
R. I. P.

NOT A VERY NICE GUY.]

notagagagirl.livejournal.com

(OOM: In which Scaramouche meets a lot of new people, and one she already knows.)

The girl that runs in through the front door looks very different than the one that left, though it's only been a couple days for her. Her attire has changed entirely - now she looks like 'punk rocker who dressed in the dark' than 'rag girl', but it has chains and leather and attitude and that means it suits her just fine.

She's also trying very hard not to cry, but that is quickly changed to 'trying hard not to run flat into the table'.

The tag who would be king: Scaramouche

redjammiedhero.livejournal.com

Ralph's still a little tender, but the doctors pronounced him sufficiently healed and kicked him out of the infirmary. They wouldn't let him use the accelerated healing of the suit, convincing him that the natural, slow way is better. And since time was frozen on the other side of his door, Ralph was inclined to agree, despite the pain and the being laid up.

Now, though, he's back in his suit, sitting at the bar nursing a Shirley Temple and flipping through the history book that Jack got for him from the bar. It was fascinating how just a few minor tweaks here and there in the past could so drastically affect the future.

Wait a minute.

The book.

That the Bar made appear.

Just by asking.

Could it be that simple?

"Umm, Miss Bar?" he asks, still not up to the speaking to an inanimate object thing, no matter how sentient it might be. "You wouldn't happen to be able to give me a copy of the instruction manual for my suit, could you?"

There's a long pause, and Ralph's pretty much convinced that's a no, until a small black book fades into view in front of him. The symbol on the front matches the one on his chest.

Ralph just stares at it.

A moment later, a napkin appears on top of it with a note. You're not getting another, so don't ask. And don't try leaving with it, either.

a-day-of-sky.livejournal.com

Ella's curled up in an armchair, legs hanging over the side, a book held on her stomach. On a small table next to her is set a bottle of iced tea, which she is drinking from every so often.

She's had a pretty quiet time recently, as she's spent some time making her room upstairs a little more to her liking. But a girl has only so much energy for moving furniture every day, so she's taking her down time.

If you look hard enough, you'll notice she's reading a book on basic arithmetic.

tiny tag: ella harkins, chell johnson

falconryu.livejournal.com

[[ Ryu continues on his quest. A Nation of Fiends will tremble. ]]

Warnings for blood, gore and disturbing imagery.

falconryu.livejournal.com

The door swings open and a tall-ish man enters. How often you see a ninja in Milliways?

Usually Ryu would exercise discretion, but now? Milliways is simply a welcome sight. The tired warrior closes the door and starts making his way to the counter, glad for the chance to rest and recover in a familiar face instead of seeking a hideout.

Ryu is carrying the Dragon Blade and a couple daggers, his other weapons being hidden away while he inspected the last few rooms of the monastery before going down to the catacombs.

walksthebounds

It's not at all that Jamie doesn't like Helen and Joris. It's good having people to travel with - it really is - and Jamie's a social person and all, but . . . well, what with Helen and Joris not being really the best of friends on this time, and what with the natural stress they're both feeling as newcomers to the Bounds, and what with both of them (especially Helen) more than happy to turn around and take all out on him, it's safe to say that Jamie's nerves are wearing a little thin.

Which is why he's down at a table alone today, and rather looking forward to spending some time with people who aren't quite as likely to bite his head off every time he says something they don't agree with.

(But if that's not possible, he'll settle for anyone he's not responsible for chaperoning.)

ostro_goth

Teja is sitting by the fireplace; he has his axe, on which green sap is slowly drying. The outside is all but completely unsafe by now, but he needed something from the forge.

The cats are nearby, between them shredding an abandoned piece of newspaper with their claws. Teja lets them; they need the exercise.

He has had his already, just going to the forge and back. It is time this was ended, he finds.-

talkback.livejournal.com

After failing to defeat the plant yesterday, Chase was, quite frankly, pissed off. He's fought supervillains for goodness sakes, he refuses to be beaten by a plant.

Except he seems to have been beaten by the plant.

So he's got a new plan! If he can't defeat the jungle plant, maybe he can rescue the other plants from underneath it...

So he's now scooping up anything not jungley or dead, dumping it in buckets and carrying it out to next to the bar.

corsec-jedi.livejournal.com

And the people spaketh to the Mun, and asked the Mun for entertainment.

And the Mun decided this was good, and so spaketh: "Let there be CorSec."

And lo and behold, there was CorSec.

...okay, so at least a CorSec AGENT. Sitting at a bar.

He looks very self-satisfied, and has a glass of Whyren's Reserve.

This MIGHT even be a good time to approach him.

soulkeepersong.livejournal.com

The jungle that sprang up is completely impassable by a creature my size.

Fortunately, I have wings.

Most of the rest of the patrons are less fortunate. I have only seen a few fight their way past the foliage, and those are mostly the ones that disappear into the woods for the full moon nights. I watch for any one else trying to brave the jungle.

It fights back, I have found.

[Jungle Plot, Xaldin]