milliways_bar | Sep. 30th, 2008

Sep. 30th, 2008

benloserz.livejournal.com

Still in his paramedic uniform, Ben is entertained with a book, his own music player, a milkshake and fries. He just came in from the world, and is trying to keep his mind busy to not think about certain things.

The young man sure looks like he needs a real distraction, since he is not actually reading, just fiddling with the book and his snack sits very much untouched. Most likely he is not hearing whatever is playing either.

[Open until it takes the great leap off the front page]

harmitwithspark.livejournal.com

--{Regarding Mr. Body}--

It had been an interesting day for Larxene. Distracting even, no matter what conclusions she had drawn by the end. She could hardly justify the waste of time except to label it as 'ensuring a safe environment'. But, as long as her assignments did make headway today, there was no need to fear punishment!

And so she was in Milliways, that eerie, slight smile on her face as she paced the length of the Bar. There were reports and papers Bar could procure for her...

...and it was a good vantage point to watch for interesting Somebodies. After all, she wanted her wayward body to go to a good home!

{Industrious tag!: Larxene}

goodolefuntime.livejournal.com

[oom: Hearts and Minds and Urchins and Feet.]

Hurley step into the bar, a bit sweaty and his shorts are damp from the water.

"Oh. This figures," he says. "How come you keep disappearing on me, bar? That's so not cool."

It's not crazy to talk to the bar. It can hear him. D'uh.

He goes and sits down in a booth.

"Hey, buddy," he greets a waitrat. "Get me a Oreo milkshake, would ya?"

[ooc: Open until the post slides off the front page, yo.]

not-toothfairy.livejournal.com

In the course of one of his typically bad Internet searches- Ironhide has no luck at all in thinking like a human and using that thought process to interact with their search engines- the Autobot weapons master ran across something he hadn't found before.

He's currently contemplating taking on the entire nation of South Korea at StarCraft. Just to see the kinds of strategies that many humans come up with. Yeah, the Civilization and Age of Empires games've been useful in learning about governance, and Halo's been great for getting a feel for human-style combat, but...

Look, you learn where you can, okay? Right now he's come to Milliways to think about it for a bit before extending any real probes or making any test accounts.

[tinytag: Dr. John Vattic]

500-year-shaman.livejournal.com

It's not often that Hao finds his way to Milliways - every few months, or years, by his own time - though it's more often in this life than it was in his others. He wonders sometimes if it means something, or if it's just a coincidence, though the fact that Yoh has also found his way to this place would suggest that it isn't.

He wonders if any of the Shaman Kings of the past have found their way to this place that exists at the end of the Universe.

Regardless, when he finds himself here, it's a good place to get a meal, and... relax. The coffee is good, and the show outside the Window is endlessly fascinating.

grumpyseer.livejournal.com

Dominic's case of Seer's Shroud is finally gone. Time to go back to Luna and the airship cruise.

But first, something needs to be taken care of. The seer approaches the Bar with a sheet of paper in hand.

( for Gordon Freeman )

With that, he limps out the Door.

[tinytag: Gordon Freeman]

aimedforthemoon

[OoM: and she wakes]

When Esfir walks through the front door, she's limping slightly. Dressed nicely - white pants, pretty blouse, hair out, but broken toes are a bitch. And despite her bravado at Weyland, she really is dizzy, which doesn't help matters.

(she's alive)

Still, she manages to walk until she reaches a table, and also manages to sit down without looking as if she actually needed to.

(she's alive)

This gives her a clear view of the door.

(she's alive)

She's never had a door before here. It's a mildly disconcerting experience.

(if she looks slightly shell-shocked, well, it's probably not surprising)

tiny!tag: bela talbot, cal chandler, the russian astronaut, weyland

OOC: and, yes, she is now functionally alive. More details here

Current Mood: weird

lissla-lissar.livejournal.com

Lissar is outside, in coat and gloves and bare feet, standing at the range and shooting. She can't say that anyone in particular caused her to feel upset, but she's been out of whack all day. Shooting calms Ironhide down, she figured she'd give it a try.

Lissar's guns do not leave craters. Just a decent, not great, spread on a target at the end of the range.

feminine-menace.livejournal.com

YT is sitting in one of the booths at Milliways, wrapped in a quilt and looking like crap. Feeling like crap, too. She has a truly apocalyptic change-of-season cold. Her sinuses are stuffed and her nose is dripping with a seemingly endless supply of viscous greenish-yellow ectoplasm. She's here because she can't afford to deal with this shit back home. UCLA's fall semester starts really soon. So YT is cleverly abusing the time-freezing properties of Milliways, staying here until she recovers before she goes for her first day of sophomore year.

She is equipped with a box of tissues, a small wastebasket for throwing them in, and a pot of some special immune-boosting tea with honey, lemon and a splash of rum. She needs some sympathy, though, or at least company for her misery.

mnt_raph

A Tunic, Legging, and Security Badge clad Raph is seated at Bar. In his right hand he holds a stein of beer, in his left the Sports Section of the New York times circa 1999.

Ever wondered how long it takes to get a woman to start talking to you again after you've disappeared for a week due to being locked up for fighting with a little girl while you, in turn, were a panda bear?
To find the answer all you need to do is subtract today's date from Raph's last sighting in Milliways.

The answer, by the way is roughly 13 days.

"That girl can hold a grudge," grumbles Raph to no one in particular.

will_scarlett

Will has spent most of the day outside with sword and bow and now is laying on the grass staring at the changing trees on the verge of sleep.

The day of the tax is soon and so he's trying to rest when he can.

just-a-job.livejournal.com

A few days ago, Jim was in a parking lot off Exit 17, kneeling in the rain. He hadn't thought much of it at the time (he was very distracted, don't blame him), the idea that he could quite possibly get sick from that.

And yeah, he got sick. He's coughing and sneezing badly enough it actually warrants a day off from work (he called and left a message way before Michael got in...'cause talking to him in this state would be like killing him slowly with hot pokers) and what Jim thought was going to be a day curled in bed.

Only Milliways interrupted this, and well...the waitrats are really helpful about bringing him a blanket and some hot drinks and a pillow. So, on the couch in front of the fireplace is a Jim, sneezing into a box of tissues.

Nyargh.

[ooc: as a note, this is jim under new munagement...and also this mun is suffering from either a sinus infection or a hella big allergy attack. this means her brain randomly goes "bzzzt" from all the meds she's on and may fail to tag back at any point. apologies are made now and are quite heartfelt]

nothawkingbird.livejournal.com

Kate practiced out back. Bandages were off, and she was going through light katas and some sword forms.

Later she took a break to jog around the lake, and then stretch. Feel free to catch her at some point in her practice.

jedi-exile.livejournal.com

The front door opens and two little girls go running in, giggling and carrying various toys (starship toys, baby dolls, stuffed gizkas) to an out of the way spot on the floor, next to a booth. Their mother, Kira Isek, follows them in, carefully balancing a stack of datapads on top of a few more stuffed animals.

Sighing, Kira settles into the booth to do some work for the Council (mainly figuring out when and how she can get to Dantooine and whether or not the girls and Revan should go too), handing the toys to Kaelyn, who sets them on the floor next to her sister.

After about three minutes, the toys are all over the floor and the girls are playing in a near-by booth (Kira's got her eye on them, of course) and quite possibly are leaning over the back of said booth to bother whoever is sitting there.

Careful, don't trip on the toys.

gondolin-noble.livejournal.com

Today, Glorfindel was helping restock the stores of meat needed to see Imladris through the cold winter. Hunting parties have been going out daily in search of game, but today Glorfindel wasn't hunting with a bow or with a spear.

He strolls through, leisurely, ruffling the feathers of a large brown bird, the bells on the bird's jesses jangling brightly, it's hooded head turning sharply at the sudden increase of sound.

antishinra

It could be worse.

Sure, she misses people. She misses Cloud every single day, even when she wouldn't see him every single day at home. She misses Marlene every night right about the same time, as if her heart can't understand why her body isn't tucking Marlene in at the (mostly) usual bedtime.

She misses Seventh Heaven. She misses Edge.

But it could be worse. She has a bar to tend. And she has Vincent here to talk to.

And... nobody's tried to hurt her or summon Meteor or anything like that since she's been here.

She bustles behind the bar with the tiniest of smiles on her face. She just can't let herself wallow in heartache for too long.

Tonight the specials board reads:

Everybody's first drink of the night is half off!
All drinks half off if you're bound!

As usual, she pulls her hair back before she gets started. "Can I get anybody a drink?"

anchor-branded.livejournal.com

Joris really is not a scholarly type. Really. But that certainly does not mean that he does not try-

Specially when finding out particular information is applicable to the situation you are in.

Thus, the young demon-hunter-in-training is sprawled out on a couch in front of the fireplace, reading through his copy of Mim's List to review anything and everything the yearly publication has on Other Worlds, Boundaries and the Bounds. (But since Mim's List has more to do with demon hunting, techniques and weapons, it does not have much on this topic. Alas.)

[Tag-in-Training: Joris]

[Actually, mun is getting hit with a bad stomach ache. Will tag back later or tommorrow. Apologies!]

mechanicalswans

Just like old times.

Weyland had not followed Esfir immediately back through the door; he had some business to finish up, and he wanted time to rest and unwind alone with his mechanical woman. It had been more exhausting than he is willing to admit, first having company for that long and then the crafting itself, but it remains his favorite game, and always worth the trouble.

So when he does return, he is still a bit tired, but with the self-satisfaction of a man who has won a challenging chess match. Up to the bar he goes, lighting a cigarette on the way, and orders some mead in vague celebration.

And for once, he isn't brooding at all. (That won't last long.) He wouldn't mind a chat.

[tiny tag: weyland]

blinkandyoumiss.livejournal.com

From upstairs, there come a speedster and a Time Lady-in-training, dressed for an expedition in war-stopping. Before they leave, however, said speedster writes a Note.

It reads thus: Gone through Jenny's door to stop a war. Don't have a cow.

The Bar is instructed to give this to Clark, and the two exit stage left.

Tinytag: Jenny

{Exit post, not taggable unless you're a Certain Farmboy wanting his note or something.}

mistressmaryquitecontrary

Mary is meant to be writing an essay on the benefits of following the teachings of Tacticus vs. Arrian as regards military history.

This would be easier if they were not both impossibly wordy and she had had more than a year's instruction in Greek. Or military history.

Still, she's stoically scratching away with her dictionary and her pen, although occasionally she stops to shoot a glare in the direction of her door and, by extension, a certain Galadan, alias Wolflord, alias Professor Wolfe.

If she's going to finish this, she needs a milkshake.

fever-crusade.livejournal.com

She's going to have to start drinking again. It's as simple as that. She'd given up the habit about six years ago when she was pregnant and never picked it back up again. But she can see now that working in Washington is going to make her change her tune.

Now, after a seemingly endless filibuster on the Hill, Martha Kent has finally escaped, and is sitting at a table in the corner with a glass of Merlot - about as big as they come - and her knitting materials.

Distractedly, and almost furiously, knitting a scarf for her son Clark (one he almost certainly will somehow "lose," like the last few hopelessly uncool gifts she's sent him), she manages to knock over her glass. Red liquid spills out onto the floor, not quite missing her lap.

Great.

[tiny tag: martha kent]

bright_daughter

The paths of her elder siblings passing this way have been growing fainter and fainter, but the minds she heard within had not.

After taking a walk around the lake, letting her feet trickle against the tops of the shore waves, Star made her way inside. She settled at the bar with an order of paradoxes and a champagne flute of Atlantean.

The latter in front of her and the prior situated near her but to a side in case someone wanted one.

parkerlee

One technologically savvy college student in the bar.

One of the byproducts of a school year abroad and a summer beating around Europe with a backpack is that you can wind up with an embarrassing number of pictures documenting the experience. Parker hadn’t had time to do much organizing between her return to the States and the start of the school year, so she’s working on it catch as catch can.

Tonight she’s tackling Paris.

Parker has set up her laptop (plum colored) at a table, camera plugged in one side, compact photo printer plugged into the other. She’s scrolling through the pictures on the screen humming quietly along with Geek in the Pink, which is playing quietly over the computer’s speakers. Occasionally she stops to print one particularly good shot out. Grandma Lee has been bugging her for pictures.

Botherable.

noteful

It has not, in the time she's been at McGill, ever occurred to Meg that a door in the library would lead to Milliways.

After all, she's just plain old Meghan Ford. Who is she that a door to the end of the universe would follow her around Canada?

Except . . . except it has.

And so it's a very surprised and not all together pleased college student who has come into the bar tonight, with a pile of books in her hands.

"This place again?"

[tiny tags: Meg Ford]

hands-of-blu.livejournal.com

One of the very few things that can ever be relied upon to any degree when dealing with the Reds is that they generally observe the same dinnertime as people at BLU. Not always, but generally. The Medic does his best to take full advantage of this, and eats quickly, then retreats to somewhere quiet to relax. Milliways apparently fits the bill today, if the illustrated German-language volume whose title translates into One Hundred And One Things To Know About Taking Care Of Your Guinea Pig* is anything to go by.

Hey, everybody has hobbies, right?

[tinytag: BLU Medic, Larxene]

*(Yes, the fuzzy cute squeaky kind.)

acts_of_gord

When Gordon wakes up from his latest nap on the couch- it's not really sleep if it's only three hours, right?- and heads for the Bar to see about something to eat, he gets a note and a package. He reads the note over a few times, and then smiles a little; he hadn't expected anybody who'd been struck blind helping him to be this friendly after the fact. He'll wait a bit before eating any of it, though. Dinner first- some kind of pot pie thing by the look of it- and then, because you never know what might get missed around here, he's going to start on 'Have you seen this person?' sketches for the volunteers who haven't come back yet.

That's going to be a long and painful process. He's really not good at art.

[tinytag: Gordon Freeman, Demeter, Dan Evans]

un_fallen

Raguel's at the bar, drinking wine. His wings are out, but otherwise he looks pretty much as usual.

Except for the wine, of course. Red. Probably a pinot noir.

Well, you could call it a step up.

guppy_sandhu

LIFE SUPPORT
OPEN TO ALL

There is a table laden with snacks; cakes, biscuits, sausage rolls, gluten free chocolate chip cakes, and all sorts of goodies.

Guppy sits in one of the chairs around the edge, picking the chocolate chips out of the cake and eating them seperately.

"Who would like to begin?"