milliways_bar | Aug. 17th, 2008

Aug. 17th, 2008

Missions come and go, but lately, things have been looking a bit better.

Tanya is at the Bar, in a booth; for once, she seems relaxed and at ease.

Hmm, even during war life can be good...

[ Tanya Adams ]

52-dropoff.livejournal.com

Things have gotten really weird here. Things like the wallpaper covering the door to Charlie's room, and the Marcel Duchamp sculpture where his dresser should be. Things like the jungle that sprang forth outside, not long after the dough beasts began to roam. He wonders if the things are connected. And if so, how he can find out.

He's up in the rafters, doing exercise and meditating there as he really doesn't like jungles. (Too many bad memories.) And as usual, when he's in the rafters, he's got the mask on. Every so often he looks down to see who's around.

[ooc: heading out to enjoy the weather and to possibly plot - slowtime is love]

benloserz.livejournal.com

Here, Bar, have a Ben: this time reading books, actual books.

Well, one book. And still having milkshake and fries at hand, after all this is Ben winchester.

Anyway, Plain Common Guy in a booth, doing not much at all.

[ Chell ]

a-better-throw.livejournal.com

I have, by the suggestion of Edward at the piano, decided that research concerning my world is to my benefit. The legends and lore that this bar can yield are wore tenfold the amount that one book in the library of great Willendorf could provide. While there were interesting facts to be found there, they were of a broken and questionable nature.

Here, however... tomes of the Ancients, the true nature of the Pillars, the history of the Sarafan purge... all preserved exquisitely by vampiric minds on the pages of parchment.

If one were to find me at the Bar, it would appear that long locks of white hair were growing out of ancient tomes.

[[Totally botherable!]]

[~~Tiny~~ Large Ego Tag: Kain of Nosgoth]

notmagicweapon.livejournal.com

[OOM: The people of Vane have trust issues, to say the least.]

Nash, by virtue of working in the Magic Guild as opposed to Black Rose Street, was able to be warned by Mia first. Damn work inquiries, but if he didn't want to be tossed out on his butt, he'll just have to suck it up and let them get it over with.

He feels kind of bad that Draco has to deal with it, too. Yeah, he thinks Malfoy is a rat sometimes, but he's only being suspected because he's an outsider. Nash at least understands that the council's suspicion of him is founded, but they don't know what Draco's done.

Come to think of it, Nash realizes, he doesn't know too much about Draco himself. You know, other than he's cocky and he once made a big mistake with Mia. But really, compared to what he did, what's Malfoy's little affair worth in the grand scheme of things?

So Nash is taking some private time in Milliways. With some of that pizza stuff Mia seems to be so fond of.

He doesn't really like those pineapple things, he's found, but whatever's on this Supreme pizza is just fine with him.

[Microscopic Tag: Nash Rumack]

apollinares.livejournal.com

Even if you are inside, you are likely to hear at least some of the following things:

Although it starts as a bit of a buzz and a small speck in the sky, it's clear, after a few moments, that said speck is a man, flailing wildly and headed towards the ground at a fast pace. The buzz?

"OH HOLY SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!"

The cry ends with a rather impressive splash, as the figure lands in the lake.

It is a considerable amount of time later before the back door swings open, admitting Apollo, dripping wet, and covered with miscellaneous bits of dough, leaves, and twigs.

"Okay, seriously, guys," are the first words out of his mouth as he leans on the (now closed) door behind him.

"What the deuce is going on outside?"

[ OOC: Mun taking off. Back later this evening! ]

shecalledmefred.livejournal.com

With the popularity of a place called Starbucks, which seems to specialize more in sugar than coffee, it can be hard to find a covenient coffee shop that specializes in, well, coffee -- or so I have heard from horror stories told to me by my new friends, who have trecked into the great suburban beyond only to find an astonishing lack of variety. Thank goodness for New York City, with its abundance of variety and experts in the craft of coffee, not sugar.

I didn't mean to walk into here with a cup from the cafe I was in, but of course Milliways has its own ideas about where one goes, and with what.

Fine by me. If you need me, I'm stretched out on one of the couches by the fireplace.

[ a tiny wee tag: paul varjak ]

nomorekaraoke

Dream, dream, dream...

calls-for.livejournal.com

Cthulhu's sitting on the back of the couch next to the fire trying to roast Peeps onna stick.

If you ask nicely, maybe he'll give you one?

[Cthulhu]

churchofthefsm.livejournal.com

The Flying Spaghetti Monster is, once again, drinking at the bar. He likes rum and cokes, and is downing them faster than any mortal man should be able to.

He isn't exactly mortal, but he appears that way, so any random onlooker might be confused.

He is fully approachable!

(OOC: Taggable all day. Mun has been known to wander off and do the dishes or whatever randomly, though, so there may be random slowtimes.)

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

After landing the TARDIS, Ace was faced with a problem. Namely, someone evidently bought a lot of stock in super miracle-gro, and now the area out back is more jungle than grass. Being a short little pyro, this proves problematic. So Ace needs a way to see over the plants.

The obvious solution here is a trampoline. Go on, admit you're ashamed you didn't think of it first.

So anyone looking outside will see, periodically, a small pyro go flying over the plants.

Of course, there's also those bread-type blobs running around to contend with, and they are attracted to Ace. Evidently when you're kept alive with a hefty dose of Vortex energy, you're pretty damn hot in blob-land. So that same person looking outside won't just see Ace bouncing above the leafy horizon, but also a series of blobs who have braved the trampoline to get close, all of them waving little blob-like appendages in terror as they soar.

thatinyourpipe.livejournal.com

Pan was rather mixed on the outside. The jungle was interesting, but it was hard even for a god like him to navigate. Especially when it moved on him, and *didn't* listen to him. And its wildness imposed on the trees and natural plants out there. As well as the creatures living in the woods. Some of the demon bunnies were staying close to him when some of the thorny dough pieces headed their way. And the way they took his magic... Well!

So there was a sour looking faun god in the bar, dressed for decorum as usual, and already starting to hit the Atlantean.

[tiny tag: Pan]

dragonofgrey.livejournal.com

Draco was not having a good day. There were some rumblings about the shop, rumors flying around, but nothing certain. Plus, he really needed an ingredient that he had found out back in the woods of Milliways. However the calm wizard that headed out back moments ago, turned into a racing wizard who was frantically trying to shut the door behind him. He shrunk away from some quizzical petal covered dough blobs that were following him around. Better than the thorn covered ones that had chased him though.

And since when did the place have a sodding JUNGLE out back? He frowned, and went to find a table to hide away from the dough that was still following him. Trying to hex them only encouraged them *more*.

"Sodding Milliways," he muttered.

one-talent.livejournal.com

[Outside of Milliways: Best regards, yours sincerely, yours faithfully--]

Current Music: Lee Hazelwood: "Fred Freud"

nomorenicegaius.livejournal.com

Gaius was looking for the mess hall when he comes through into Milliways. He's clean shaven this time, and the scarf around his neck is testament to how it almost came too close.

Too much has happened in too short a time for Gaius Baltar, and he's grateful for the respite when he sees the change in scenery.

redjammiedhero.livejournal.com

Ralph is still downstairs, still reading. He's migrated from the bar to a booth, but he hasn't stopped since yesterday.

He's taking the smarter approach this time, reading the manual from beginning to end rather than looking for something cool to immediately try.

But, if you wanted to distract him, he'd be totally amenable.

dishonestliving.livejournal.com

There's a muffled boom from behind the front door, like an explosion was hastily smothered right after being set off. A moment of silence follows, and then a rapid burst of gunfire, before the door swings open to admit a grinning man about six feet tall, wearing nondescript clothing, and carrying a black duffel.

He turns, fires off a shot with the gun in his other hand, then tosses the now useless weapon through the doorway before kicking said door shut. He's muttering to himself now, something about paying "Mackie-boy" back for blowing him up, and takes about three steps forward before realizing this is ... not where he's supposed to be.

It's interesting, though, so the bar's newest accidental patron tightens his grip on his bag and strolls towards the bar without, outwardly, a care in the world.

Welcome to Milliways, Cory Raines.

[the tag of tiny size: Cory Raines, Percy Jackson]
[Mun has hit her brain-breaky point. New tags welcome, will pick up in the morning.]

goodolefuntime.livejournal.com

Hurley wanders back into the bar looking tired, sweaty, and a bit dirty.

He's exhausted. He plops down into a booth and gets a waitrat to bring him a bottle of beer. He needs it.

Stupid cave-ins. At least everyone is okay, now.

red-cg-insanity.livejournal.com

Hex is sitting on her flower, a 200ft daisy that towered over the rest of the jungle. She giggles from time to time while watching the crazy that is happening. This daisy also has a strange vine growing up and around it forming a stair. Please come and bother her, but she's not idle, she is busy painting, and sculpting things. The flower petals are now very much the floor of her new Lair, and for a roof the Vine makes a lattice.

(OOC: EP is open for tags till end of monday)

imthegoodguy.livejournal.com

The last thing Ben expected to receive with his evening cup of tea was a note from the bar requesting he tend, too. After some deliberation, Ben concluded that he hadn't anything betterto do that evening.

And thus, there is a bespectacle, unruly-haired man standing behind the bar, smiling secret smile. Why? Might have something to do with the

SPECIALS
Pina Coladas
Sex on the Beach
Cabana Club

...the man from Portland Oregon was in a beachy mood today!

[ un petit tag: maxwell drunk... i mean maxwell smart; natalie teeger; pan; tom ripley; dinah lance ]

seaweedbrain.livejournal.com

Or hit something.

One or the other and this place won't let me do either. Well, I could but that guy would probably call me a xylophone again before they locked me up.

There's the jungle out back which makes it a hassle to get to the lake and I don't feel like dealing with it even if the lake would feel really good and maybe the fish in there could calm me down or something, but there's no one here to train with. And I don't know whether I like it or don't like it that there's so many gods around here that I'm kinda sorta related to only not. I mean, the ones where I'm from usually nearly get me killed on quests or want me dead just because of the prophecy since I haven't told anyone about Nico, but at least I know they're family.

You know. In that weird godly kind of way.

So yeah, I look like a dork making the water in my glass splash and swirl and stuff, but it's better than breaking the rules.

The sea doesn't like to be contained.

Yeah, Dad. I'm noticing.

[tiny tag: percy jackson]

vance_prime

[ooc: Open for tags until it falls off the front page!]

Alyx likes Milliways a lot more than she did two days ago.

This is largely because it gives her access to Legos.

She's commandeered one of the larger tables and has parts spread out all over it. She's currently engaged in building... something.

Maybe she'll tell you what it is if you ask. (Assuming she knows yet.)

[tiny tag is tiny: Alyx Vance, Gordon Freeman, Chell]

Current Mood: creative

mallory-grace.livejournal.com

Mallory is looking happier this evening than she has in over a week. She is sitting in a quiet booth reading book on Japanese customs and idly snacking on sliced apples and pears.

Feel free to interupt, her good mood guarantees that she won't snap at you.

iambetadraconis

Not Rabastan.

Friday, he spent a good part of his remaining human time trying to remove the overgrowth that was blocking his entrance to the forest. The rest of the night was spent feeling glad that no one with sense came outside on full moon nights.

Saturday, he spent it all inside. In his room, which was still unlit save for the little blue light that never left Rabastan's side the whole time.

Today, he's sitting in the Darkened Corner™ of Milliways, trying to eat a watery soup that has more soda cracker in it than solid ingredients, and looking positively dog-sick. Soon as the evening comes, he'll head back upstairs and wait out the final night of the full moon period.

Good heavens let's hope the extension of the Amazon rain forest is cleared out for September's full moon.

[FYI: This post is, by necessity, Millitimed back to about one in the afternoon. Because while Rabastan turning into a wolf inside the bar might be an interesting idea, I'd rather not do it, especially when there's no way to give advance notice to all and sundry—especially the mods.]

[Learning to Tiny Tag: Nash Rumack]

Current Mood: sick

ostro_goth

The forge door is closed, but there is a notice on it:

ENTER!
It is open! I am in, and working.
Please close door when you come in.

Teja is inside, making shuriken for Ryu Hayabusa. The steel was already folded; so the work goes well, and fast.

Anybody is welcome -- whoever can brave the thicket of spiny vines, and the dough, to come to the forge to watch, ask questions, or maybe ask about a commission.-

[[tinytag: xaldin]]

navyafterone

James Adams, with his shorts, football shirt and bare feet covered in sand, slams the door shut behind him as he runs in, holds it shut with his body, and then looks around for something to barricade it with.

His eyes widen when he realises he's in Milliways.

He presses his ear to the door and can't hear a thing. Right, time's frozen. He almost goes to open it again (this is a really bad time, frozen or not), but thinks better of it with another glance around.

"I need a gun," he tells Bar desperately when he reaches her, and presses his hands on her surface when nothing happens. "I need a gun! A knife, a sword, something!"

What he gets is a glass of water, followed a second later by a note reading, Breathe.

He rips it up into little pieces and glares at the drink.

fiery_ring

virtualtag
End of term exams are a pain. As is the lack of outside to practice archery in and jump around.

So instead Carlotta is stuck indoors, with English to Latin translation, which she is mostly staring blankly at.

[tinytag: Carlotta Brown]