milliways_bar | Aug. 20th, 2008

Aug. 20th, 2008

A voice is talking to itself in a very grumpy falsetto from somewhere in a thicket of scribbly-looking bushes. "...so why not try patrolling outside? There might be vampires!" It drops from the upper registers of falsetto to the deep mines of sarcasm. "I can't believe I'm understanding a point of Anya's."

Deeper in the forest, floppy ears and twitchy little noses radiate a particularly demonic kind of smugness.

a1enzo

There is a peregrine falcon fledgling flying among the rafters, swooping down on patrons, and generally enjoying it while it lasts.

Botherable, or, more likely, bothering you.

bringer_of_fun

Bobby hadn't been expecting to find a bar in the kitchen of the mansion, but when he opened the door to hunt up breakfast, there it was.

"Sweeeeet."

He steps through the door without a second thought and heads for the bar. A cooked breakfast beats a bowl of cold cereal any day!

With a plate of pancakes and a tall glass of milk, Bobby watches the other patrons as he eats. Maybe he's watching you.

[[Tiny Tag: Bobby "Iceman" Drake]]

milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com

Even with the full moon still practically visible in the rear-view mirror, Wells felt like he had to get away from the farm and the school today. The Bar seemed like a viable alternative- open space without having to deal with the smell of his own goats- right up until he opened the back door.

"What the fucking hell?"

(We're sorry. It's Wells. He's like that.)

harmitwithspark.livejournal.com

It was strange, now, to be in one place for more than a few hours. It felt confining, though perhaps that was the size of the world of Milliways Bar. Her current assignment was a joke, but it was something.
I'm running after time and I miss the sunshine
Just to stretch things out, she'd taken a personal interest in the matter. She'd sent the girls off to find out the state of the worlds; not a mission but something of a personal curiosity. She was most certainly capable of finding giant robots on her own.
Summer days will come, happiness will be mine
Well, finding giant robots who were "...not giant inside but trust me when they're on their own world? HuuuUUUGE!". Demyx was wonderfully useful when it came to descriptions.
I'm lost in my words, I don't know where I'm going
So, she was inside the bar, gloved fingers tracing along the thick wood panels off the walls as she scanned the crowd from under her hood. She was always moving, pacing, skipping...and never matter if her path took her over a table or booth...
I do the best I can not to worry about things
[Compact tag: Larxene
Pocket Sized tag: Xaldin]

killitwithfire

Axel has a pen (not the ballpoint kind), and two piles of paper. One pile is covered with (possibly surprisingly) neat and even elegant handwriting. The topic (for those nosy enough to read some of it) wanders, but mostly relates to hearts, and emotional reactions, filled with (probably unsurprising) fire-related similes and metaphors.

The other pile is blank, and it's a blank sheet that sits on the table in front of him right now, being frowned at.

[tinytag: Xaldin, Larxene]

wheelsy_sheriff

[oom-ish: Over two years in the bar and Bill Pardy has never tried the Atlantean. That all gets fixed though when he runs into the Nobodies, Xigbar and Xaldin, and they invent a new kind of ice cream float, it's AWESOME.

So awesome that Bill eventually wanders upstairs to find Kate so he can share this new wonder with her. She's smart enough to keep him there. Then the morning after happens.]

[ooc: No need for warnings except for some description of a REALLY BAD hangover and fade to blank on the end there. Millitimed to when the first thread happened which was ... hell I don't remember but it happened then. *nod*]

[Tiny Tag: Xigbar, Xaldin and Kate Warner]

goodolefuntime.livejournal.com

[OOM: Hurley lies to Charlie. A lot.]

Hurley enters through his door and proceeds to sit at the bar with a frown.

"Hey," he addresses the bar in general. "Am I allowed to, like, take stuff back home with me?"

mnt_mike

Hey Look!
There's a Barman seated at Bar.
Say Hello to the crowd, Mike.

Uh...Mike? Think maybe you could peel yourself away from what ever it is that you're working on?

Helloooooo?

Okay, so uh, there's a very preoccupied Barman seated at Bar. And uh...good luck with that.

firstcptjack.livejournal.com

Jack takes his place behind the bar and writes on the board:

Stump the bartender!
Give me a name and I'll make you a drink.
The more inventive the better.
If I can't make your suggestion your next drink is on me.

"Welcome to happy hour. What can I make for you?"

[Tiny tags: Dr. John Vattic, Alyx Vance, Maj. Evan Lorne]

[ooc: Time to ask for wrap/fade/slow on all threads, please.]

sliceitwithwind.livejournal.com

[OOM: After Larxene arrives the boys discuss things.

Pocket-sized tags: Xigbar, Xaldin]

jv-034.livejournal.com

Dr. John Vattic realized, upon closer inspection, that his idea to take a trip outside to fight with the jungle was perhaps not one of his better ideas. Thus, he's currently back in the Bar proper, healing from lacerations inflicted by a particularly violent holly plant. When that's done, he moves on to trying to pry the sticky off of his shaved head from a giant doughball that decided head-humping was a good idea.

He sighs. Milliways might make pretty good omelets, but he's sure not going to try going outside for quite a while yet. He orders a sandwich, some water, and things to practice telekinesis on. Bar gives him some spoons.

Haha, Bar.

He'll just use the waterglass instead, thanks.

[[Tiny Tag: Dr. John Vattic]]

shoeless-ed.livejournal.com

"WAAAAAAUUUUGH!"

Ed shoots in through the back door like a small redheaded cruise missile, frantically brushing off leafy vines and bits of corn flour dough (and, incidentally, leaving scatterings of both on the floor). She's still smudged with sap and dough, and sporting more than a few leaves, when she dives beneath the table of a booth. She's planning to cower there for a bit. Well, not planning, as such.

Going outside, as she's learned the hard way, was not such a good idea.

dark_dancer

On the one hand, Cata likes being able to rebuild her knowledge base courtesy of bar; the library was something of a bust, and she's having to start rather lower than she'd like, but it's better than having to wait until she can go home.
On the other, she's become used to doing something more active each day, and between the dough and the jungle, she can't presently do that outside.
So she's taken a cue from a few of the bar's other patrons and found her way into the rafters. (She's sticking to a corner, both because she's not ready to trust a beam with her full weight, and because one can see much more of the room when one's back is to a wall.)

(Open for tags till it falls off the front page.)

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

piperaceae.livejournal.com

"I'll talk to you on Monday, then, if Thursday isn't going to work next week, and --"

It is at this point that Pepper realizes that her door's lead to Milliways instead of one of the many offices at the Stark Industries complex. She stops dead in the doorway, turning right around and closing the door behind her.

After the couple of more minutes that it takes her to finish up the phone call, she appears once more, this time looking mildly relieved and perhaps a bit satisfied. (Also, it may be worth noting, paperwork-free.)

Settling down at a table, she orders a ginger ale before starting on an activity that never proves unrewarding in Milliways:

People-watching.

tiny tag: virginia "pepper" potts, james rhodes, xaldin

ooc: mun off to go sleep. tags open until the entry falls off the front page!

hellsingsdog.livejournal.com

Alucard is looking up at the sky watching the moon having nothing in particular to do. Perhaps he will try and take on the jungle at the greenhouse later but for now he is just enjoying the night. He is not in a bad mood tonight.

What is a vampire to do?

action-antihero.livejournal.com

Jack comes in, grabs a cup of coffee from Bar and makes a beeline for a seat with a good overview of the bar. Keeping an eye on things will help distract him from the fact that he and his fiancée are waiting for a call back from their bank about their application for a mortgage. If that goes through, then they can put an offer in on the house they looked at the other day.

If that happens, they'll finally have a place of their own again. On the plus side, it's an older house in a quiet neighbourhood, not too far from Michelle's. On the minus side, the place is going to need a lot of work. A lot of work, not to mention that they still need to replace everything they lost in Valencia, from the biggest pieces of furniture right down to every knife and spoon.

Somehow, of all the things Jack could have imagined that would make his stomach tie up in knots, buying a house again hadn't crossed his mind. Though thinking of absent friends as well as likely present ones isn't really helping either.

guppy_sandhu

Guppy makes a number of trips to and from the bar to take people to the wedding and reception.

[ooc: I assume if I'd missed anyone out for invite they'd have told me by now, but ping if anyone who knows him well needs one. Slow/millitime as required.]

mago_sonriente

Carlos looks a little bedraggled as he makes his way into the bar, leaning somewhat on his staff, but he makes an effort to smile as he walks to the counter.

"Just a beer, mi vida."

And he settles in like he's just there to relax. But mostly, he's in to put in his hours for Security because he'd much rather be at home, flopped out on the couch. Once he puts a good mouthful of beer down his gullet, he pulls out his notebook and starts to work.

"Niahquimati..."

ikissdhimbck

Katherine is sitting at the bar tonight, a white cotton dress on, blonde curls pinned up loosely off her neck.

She's smiling to herself as she scribbles at some papers in front of her. She's more than likely grading homework, so it's a safe bet the smile is there for some other reason.

There's an iced tea with a lime green straw, sitting next to the papers.

Delightedly botherable.

[tiny!tag: Miss Katherine Barlow, the Russian Astronaut]

Current Mood: cheerful

acts_of_gord

OOM: Upstairs, the effects of the wackiness ripping through the Oompa-Loompa population are being felt. An extremely disturbing piece of confectionery leads to monumental awkwardness in the absence of a Combine suppression field.

No warnings unless you have issues with chocolate shaped like screaming celebrities.

[Tinytag: Alyx Vance, Gordon Freeman]

mnt_raph

What is the sound of one ex-turtle landing in a heap by the front door.

"Oof."

Yeah, that pretty much covers it. Raph isn't supposed to be here tonight. He's supposed to be doing a security sweep. It's the reason he specifically chose to exit the House of Young via a second floor window, and not the first floor side door. And yet...for some reason instead of landing silently in an out of the way shadow Raph finds himself on the floor of the bar at the end of the Universe.

"So this is how it goes, huh? You ditch out on me for years and then suddenly just show up when ever it damn well pleases you? Frickin' figures."

He gets to his feet, brushes himself off, and heads over towards Bar.

Hey, if fate is going to drag him here against his will the least it can do is let him have a beer before he has to go back.
Ooh, and maybe some Cheez Doodles.

necessary_child

Sam Linnfer does not like suits. Tidiness is not something that suits him, and it shows. (He still can’t believe Guppy’s forced him into this.) The suit, however, does suit him, for all he looks uncomfortable in it. He’s sitting on a table in the middle of the bar, swinging his legs idly and carefully drinking coffee while he waits for Medusa to come downstairs.

When she does arrive, stunning in her dress, wings hidden by the ring Hephaestos gave her, snakes hidden by the bracelet from Asar-Suti, she also looks worried: not so much about what she’s wearing, she knows she looks utterly stunning, but at the prospect of having to spend an entire day pretending to be human.

The look Sam gives her when he sees her helps, though. So for the moment they’re going to be sitting together on the table, being mushy.

Somebody interrupt them before they’re late for the wedding?

[OOC: Millitimed to before they leave for Guppy's wedding.]