milliways_bar | Oct. 5th, 2008

Oct. 5th, 2008

morelikeasponge.livejournal.com

Peter is missing:

(a) most of his hair, and;

(b) all of his memory, and;

(b) his shirt.

On the dubiously plus side, he's up one bar. He looks around it, and promptly crashes into a chair.

Current Mood: ungood

notapoodle.livejournal.com

When cleaning out a walk-in closet, finding a Bar at the end of the Universe isn't the first thing that's generally expected to appear when you open the door. Sure, it's a big closet with plenty of room, but not one that generally contains portals to other places. Or at least not normally, anyways.

Cue a perplexed teen sliding into the Bar's domain for the first time, decked out in expensive designer gear of a blue and yellow Lacoste polo shirt, with shorts, shoes and flatcap to match. Though, to be honest, he's still not sure whether his confusion is thanks to the magically appearing Bar, or the fact that he still can't find his new Hugo Boss shirt. Oh, the horror!

".. Well, this is new." Ryan Evans is rather fond of pointing out the obvious.

[ Tiny!tag: Cardea, Jenny, Ryan Evans, Xaldin ]

3nanashi

Trowa has a table. (Not for keeps.)

And improbable hair.

And no expression.

So: business as usual!

coconutextract.livejournal.com

These days, when she thinks about Denny, it's not quite as painful. But every now and then, she's hit with the memory of how she felt the last time she took the elevator down to see him. There was the rush of excitement, exhilaration, and how it all came crashing down around her when she walked into the room and saw him laying there.

(an hour ago he was proposing)

The dress is still hanging in her closet. She hasn't washed it, hasn't taken it out. It's still sitting there, collecting dust, smelling like him. She can't wear it now. He was the only one she wanted to see her in it.

(i would have been here sooner but i couldn't figure out which dress to wear)

His birthday is coming up soon, she realizes, as she sits at the bar, strong drink in hand. It's not her first by a long shot, and she takes slow sips, fingers absently stroking the glass as she stares straight ahead.

[ thread's gone to slowtime now, but tagging is still awesome. ]

appletuner.livejournal.com

Kanon, at the bar's piano. He's not playing it, he's not tuning it, he's not using it in any way - he's just sitting on the bench, the cover to the keys closed. Occasionally he glances at the door, but for the most part, his eyes are closed - he doesn't have to look to see who he's waiting for.

notagagagirl.livejournal.com

Step Three in keeping the dream alive: Find a reason to go on living.

Bohemian tag: Scaramouche

mycursedface

[OoM: In 350 AD, just outside a small fishing village called Zili, the prodigal cousin returns.]

Current Mood: happy

jonogoboom.livejournal.com

It's been quite some time since Jono's been seen down in the bar area of Milliways.He's had no reason to leave his room, where he can watch TV, or read, or play videogames, or whatever; it's not like he needs to eat, or drink, or really likes to socialise, even with people he knows. And since a quick glance when he comes down confirms that, no, still no door on the bloody fucking wall, there's not even that. Add to that the fact that Penny knew where he was, and he knew she'd let anyone else who had any business bothering him know...

Yeah.

But today?

Today, Jono's downstairs. He has a seat near the Window, and is just kind of watching... It's not as if he has anything better to do down here.

g00d_d0ggie

Ever since D0G brought her in last night, it's been impossible to pry Alyx Vance away from Gordon Freeman's side. Which is fine, as far as it goes, but it's left Alyx's pet robot feeling a trifle left out. Alyx won't play with him and she's told him there's no violence allowed here, and if he can't play fetch or smash things, what is there to do??

There is now a robot slumped in the corner of the room, looking as forlorn as a nine-foot-tall combat mech made of spare parts can possibly look.

[tinytag: D0G]

Current Mood: melancholy

superplumber.livejournal.com

MARIO HAS A CAPE

AND HE'S FLYING AROUND THE BAR WITH HIS CAPE

FLY MARIO FLY

[ a tag as tiny as: mario ]

bonny-prince.livejournal.com

The man who enters the bar today doesn't immediately look out of place. After all, there are cowboys and outlaws of all kinds who drop by from time to time. It's just this one has never been here before, and frankly, it's not where he expected to be.

Hell isn't supposed to be a tavern, so far as he was aware, but then, appearances can be deceiving. Charlie Prince knows that all too well. So he'll just take a few minutes to look around, get a feeling for the unfamiliar surroundings before he finally adjusts his hat and rests a hand on the hilt of his gun.

"Well. Ain't this something."

[tiny outlaw tag: Charlie Prince]

idolovestories.livejournal.com

A day in Milliways Bar has done nothing to dampen Drosselmeyer's enthusiasm for the place. His massive grin attests to that.

Drosselmeyer hasn't really begun working on any stories. For now he is content to simply watch and try to catalog all the options. This place is a treasure trove!

From somewhere Drosselmeyer has gotten a rocking chair. At the moment he is rocking back and forth while sipping his tea and grinning like a madman ~~which is what he is~~.

((Notes about Drosselmeyer are here if you missed them.))

candied-rabbit.livejournal.com

Momiji, as he hops (almost literally) through the door, today, looks somewhat befuddled. He is dressed for the autumnal weather back home (and, now, here) in brown jeans and an orange-ish, light coat, along with a scarf tossed around his neck, but, for once, his mind seems to be on something other than his clothes (or candy or pestering people or games he's far too old to play).

Instead, he is carrying with him, held tight between two fingers, a small, stationary card. It is folded so that it flips open, presumably to reveal the bulk of the information its holds, as the front flap is rather scant on text - bearing just a few Japanese characters, underneath the English word "INVITATION." Nevertheless, it is this front flap that the rabbit-boy is gawking at, for now.

"Huh," he muses to himself, as he slides into a seat at a table.

will_scarlett

[OOMs: With Robin himself Mallory, Ryu and Nash work quickly,as Allan watches how young superheroes fight together.

In another part of the forest two outlaws and a Guildmaster wake up the trees as Sariel and Tuck wait and watch.

With the final cart, four striking figures who cannot be forgotten: Teja, Atton, Ben Grimm and Captain Jack Sparrow slightly reassure Little John before Jack sends some soldiers to Atton and Teja, Jack makes a mess, which Ben and Little John try to clean up.

In the end, they do find what they were looking for.]

Tiny tags: Ben Grimm, Dinah Lance, Billy Kaplan, Teddy Altman, Nash
(OOC: Warnings for violence.)

sixlittleseeds.livejournal.com

The front door opens and a (goddess) girl walks in who hasn't been around for a couple (six) months. Tall, slim, young (with dark hair, pale skin, black eyes instead of green-hazel) and Persephone is wearing those clay-splattered jeans and t-shirt as if the past six months had only been a day.

Still, the Queen of the Underworld looks surprised when she opens the door to find Milliways.

"Well, there you go," she mutters, and lets the door shut behind her.

It's been six months. And she has been here without her mother appearing. And hopefully that will continue. Because seeing Demeter at the moment would be...

All kinds of awkward.

alsoagreengrass

There are, Scorpius has decided, more important things to do than to start answering a questionnaire on the various uses of dragon parts in potions. Like, enjoying a mug of warm butterbeer and filling out puzzles in the latest edition of the Daily Prophet.

And, even if the questionnaire is due in the morning, there are loads of hours between then and now to work on it. Like, later and such.

And, if he happens to forget doing it altogether, his not-Father Father had said that there was nothing wrong with skiffing off on an assignment every now and then.

Right. So, that's that.

He'll just ignore that textbook and scroll on the counter next to him for now, working on it instead when he decides to.

there-is-a-me.livejournal.com

At a table in the bar are two men, two bowls of spicy lentil soup, and enough weapons to take on a small army.

The one with beads in his hair is reading off of a list, the other one is checking over the pile to be sure that what is mentioned is listed. "Sword, other sword, firey-wheely-things, throwing mines, tactical nuclear warhead..."

vance_prime

Alyx returned to Milliways last night after a week's absence. Eventually, she and Gordon did make it upstairs, if only so Alyx could take a shower and collapse into bed. After all, for her the last week has been the last few hours of a very long day.

Now they're both back in the Bar, sitting close together in a booth, each with one arm wrapped around the other's shoulders.

Get used to it. You'd need a crowbar to get these two apart right now, and Gordon lost his back in the Citadel.

[Two muns, two pups, et cetera.]

[tinytag: Alyx Vance, Gordon Freeman, Billy Kaplan]

Current Mood: happy

will_scarlett

Will opens the Front Door with a grin, behind him Sherwood is just turning to Fall as he leads the way for the many friends who helped him out.

Earlier, a door of sorts opened in the woods near the stables so Doc could bring his new horse through and now everyone else returns.

Tiny tags: Dinah Lance, Ben Grimm, Billy Kaplan, Teddy Altman, Nash.

(OOC: Mainly a way for pups to come back, I can only promise Will being here at the moment.)

yucca-isnt-porn.livejournal.com

Mother was origionally going to mod his new Winnebago in the barn he'd acquired for such a purpose, but hey, if the Landlord is going to be so generous as to welcome him into the garage...

Well. The people, if there were any in the garage, were going to get a warning siren, in the form of Mother cackling and whooping his damn head off for a moment. Unfettered access to whatever gear he wants if it's not weaponry, lots of space, and no MIB in sight.

Somedays it's just good to be a ~~gangsta~~ conspiracy nut.
[The incredible edible tinytag: Darryl 'Mother' Roskow]

stilljustandrew

In Andrew's world:

It starts as just another typical day.

song-of-stars.livejournal.com

At typical Happy Hour time, Urania is sitting at the bar with a laptop in front of her, working out an advanced formula to improve the range of a space telescope. It isn't until Mercury, bobbing at her elbow, nudges her that she realizes that no one is getting behind the bar to serve people.

"We did do this a couple weeks ago, didn't we? And it wasn't terribly bad, we could do it again."

She stands and goes around the bar, closing her computer and bringing it with her.

"What kind of drinks this time?"

Mercury bobs at her, as if to say Why would I know?

She does an internet search and comes up with a list of acceptable beverages, which she writes up on the chalkboard.

Specials
Astral Gateway
Space Odyssey
Sunrise
Moonlight

Free Fortune Told with Drink Purchase.

gondolin-noble.livejournal.com

A certain blonde elf warrior wanders into the bar, having meant to end up out at the pells, but...

Here works.

After all, there's Dorwinion here. Even if that doesn't quite fit the goal of arms practice.

dragonofgrey.livejournal.com

Draco was in the bar, impatiently awaiting for Mia's return. Little did he know how it would go. Especially for his hair. Alhena was sitting on her haunches on the floor next to him, occasionally whining to him as he petted her head idly. He had a potion textbook hovering before him, and sometimes he waved toward it to turn a page.

definitivestep.livejournal.com

At a certain point, Sam manages to convince himself nothing else is going to surprise him. Maya's in danger, he's thirty-three years in the past, and nothing makes sense, but at least it can't get much worse. The second he opens the door to go after Annie, he regrets that line of thought.

He'd expected an empty hallway. At most, Annie standing in the hallway, looking at him like he's mad. Instead, there's...

Sam Tyler steps slowly into the bar with an expression two parts apprehension to one part resignation, with maybe a dash of disbelief on the side. You'd have to be standing close to hear him muttering under his breath, "What is it now?" It's hard to tell if the question is directed at the universe in general, or his own subconscious.

[tinytag: Sam Tyler, Maj. Evan Lorne]

likesthecoat

Ianto is curled up in a booth with his diary on his knees, writing.

[ooc: Open until Ianto's next EP.

It is late and my connection keeps dying. Slowtime on all threads, please.

tiny tag: Maj. Evan Lorne]

shewasright.livejournal.com

Sometimes you know when it's time to leave. A gut feeling, something itching at the back of your mind poking you and nagging at you until you do something about it. For one patron of the bar it was time.

Coming down the steps from the rooms upstairs Kap carefully juggled a large box full of all sorts of tech gear and paperwork. His room key swung about on his left hand's pinky finger with his attire being that of what he entered in. It was funny to him at least that things would come so full circle. Truth be told Chad would miss the place a lot. He knew what would happen as soon as he exited the door.

Carefully setting the box down he pulled another smaller one out from it, his key going next in line. "Bar? Could you make sure Alice gets the larger box, Doctor Stanz the smaller, and here's my room key back." His fingers lightly brushed the polished wood surface fondly and he couldn't help but smile. "You take care of yourself okay?"

Letting his fingers slide off the surface the Umbrella Computer Tech turned and made his way toward the door. Entering a code he watched as it hissed open, the smells of death, labs, and cold filling in about him. Down the hall he could see the shadowed figures moving slowly up the corridor. One final glance, a sad one, and the man was out the door. It slid closed with a soft woosh of cold air.

mistressmaryquitecontrary

Mary does not really know very well how to play.

But some things are instinctive - like leaf-piles, and the satisfying noises that they make when you stomp through them. Or, in Mary's case, skip-rope through them, counting smugly to yourself as you go, cheeks flushed and warm with exercise, laughing at the colors that skitter around your feet.

gonna_live

[So. About a week and a half ago, Kaylee ran into Sylar.

Simon, she figures, ought to know.]

guppy_sandhu

Walk-in clinic
The doctor is in

Guppy is in a booth in the bar near the infirmary, apparently playing on a game boy whilst keeping a look out for anyone that might need patching up after their exploits.

Or anyone who wants tea, either works.

missginnytonic.livejournal.com

Ginny is having a pretty good day. Walking in to the bar she smiles freshly showered and changed from her game. They won. She one her first game as a Harpie this makes her happy. She settles in to a booth ordering pizza and coke. More then she could ever eat anyone looking for free pizza and coke Is welcome to stop by

captainryan.livejournal.com

Ryan is relaxing by the lake, if one is to take 'relaxing' as throwing a frisbee and then chasing down the dog when he won't bring it back.

They're playing. Really! The bruises all up and down Ryan's right forearm are from earlier when they were using the padded sleeve now laying under a tree. That was work. This? Is fun.

For one of them, at least.

scurlock

It's late, and the air is cold outside but it's not so cold that Doc's uncomfortable, even with his still-damp hair from the shower he grabbed after getting back from Sherwood. He's sitting in a chair just outside the back door of the bar, tipped back with a journal in his lap and pen in hand.

His boots -- still absolutely covered in mud, but he'll clean the leather later -- are propped up against the railing. He's wearing his tan duster and a scarf around his neck for the cold, but really, he's used to the chill in the air. This is nothing.

[open until i say otherwise. edit: still open, but i'm for bed and will pick anything up in the morning.]

tiny tags: Miss Katherine Barlow

maxwellsdemon02

Duo is jogging around the lake. It makes for some rather mind bending exercise, considering the portion of ocean that goes off into it's own horizon, and the mountains at a variable distance, and the stars that may or may not be in the correct constellations tonight. Not to mention the cool air and leaves crackling underfoot.

But he's ignoring all that. With wireless earbuds and the tiny player they belong to strapped to one arm, he can tune everything else out and concentrate on running. If you're close enough you could probably hear some of the music fondly dubbed as 'space metal' by its fans. Duo is a pretty good runner, too. Strong form, light on his feet. He's a sprinter, though. Not a distance runner.

Trying to pace yourself while you're by yourself is hard.