milliways_bar | Oct. 12th, 2008

Oct. 12th, 2008

Tumnus has been thinking about perhaps someday writing a book about Narnia's history especially now that a new leaf has begun. So he has a simple leather journal and has just written in the front in elegant handwriting A History of Narnia.

Then he takes a long sip of tea and starts writing, sometimes scratching his beard with the top of his pen and other times his hooves clack against the floor as he searches for the perfect word.

Tiny tag: Hey!Arnold

(OOC: This post brought to you by an idea from Daily Entertainment. ;-))

bluespells.livejournal.com

Billy is curled in his usual spot by the fire -- he's been here long enough to have a usual spot -- and brooding over physics. Well, looking frustrated over physics and brooding between problems. He's a good multitasker.

Except apparently not, because sometime around problem thirty he chunks the book down with a clatter and makes a loud, frustrated noise. "I'm never going to use this anyway!"

vance_prime

A conversation she had last week has brought Alyx to a disturbing realization: she's got two months' worth of purchases on her bar tab and no way of paying it off. Time to do something about that.

When she comes downstairs today, Alyx tacks a sign up on the bulletin board:

Bound Patron Seeking Work

Skills include:
building & repairing mechanical & electronic devices
programming
hacking
skilled with firearms

Fees negotiable. All proceeds will go toward paying off my tab.
Contact Alyx Vance via the Bar.
A similar sign, minus the final line, is propped up on the table where she's eating breakfast.

[tinytag: Alyx Vance]

Current Mood: pensive

shecalledmefred.livejournal.com

It's a normal, quiet day for me. I'm on the couch, reading a book. Nothing out of the ordinary, for me. Nothing at all.

[ tiny tag: paul varjak ]

Current Mood: mischievous

works-in-space.livejournal.com

Jim sits quietly at the bar, looking over various and sundry briefings from Starfleet. He's particularly interested in the rather understated announcement that the transwarp drive aboard Excelsior has been removed and will be replaced with a standard (if state of the art) warp core. The Great Experiment is over, and Jim isn't at all surprised.

Come say hi.

aimedforthemoon

Running is a habit. A useful habit, but still habit, and just because she is now living on a spaceship is no reason to stop. Of course, Esfir had never banked on the doorway turning into the doorway to Milliways.

Which is why she runs in through the front door, and has to swerve to hit a table.

She'll be able to explain (front door, those science fiction-esque clothes) once she catches her breath.

Just give her a moment.

[tiny!tag: the russian astronaut]

ikissdhimbck

Miss Katherine is outside the bar today, collecting leaves. She has never seen color like this before, and she imagines her children would get a thrill out of the fall foliage if she brings a few leaves back with her to her schoolhouse.

Whenever she's able to get back to her schoolhouse, that is.

She's strolling leisurely, a light wool shawl around her shoulders. There is a cool breeze, but the sun is warm, and every now and again you can see her tip her chin into the warm light, drawing in a deep breath, and letting the faintest of smiles grace her sad face.

Distractions are welcome.

[tiny!tag: Miss Katherine Barlow, The Russian Astronaut (Esfir), Arnold, Dan Evans]

ooc: If you can read this... this is still open for new tags. XD

Current Mood: contemplative

whatsatisfiesme.livejournal.com

((OOM: In which Gilbert attempts to cheat one of the scummier upperclassmen at Lacombrade. It works out really badly for him. Warnings for references to prostitution and attempted murder; all dialogue in the first OOM taken from Kaze To Ki No Uta Volume 1.))

There's a French schoolboy slumped over at one of the tables in the Bar, today, one of the closest to the front door of the place. He's recently bathed, his hair still wet and mussed, and his uniform's shirt is unbuttoned, showing off the bandages that have been wrapped around part of his chest and all over his left arm. They are, however, a bit difficult to make out from most angles, as he has quite literally settled his head on the table and is quickly approaching some sort of sleep.

That is, at least, until a waitrat comes over and starts trying to nudge a bowl of some sort of soup at him. He blinks, barely lifts his head, and shakes it at the creature. He's too tired to eat, just now, even if he is practically starving.

The bowl is thurst at him once more, then again, when he shrugs the second offer off, in turn. Finally, he reaches down and takes it, grasping the plate that it's been settled on and bringing it up to the table.

"...Thanks," he rasps, his voice rough and scratchy, for now, beginning to make an effort at getting some of the soup inside of himself.

song-of-stars.livejournal.com

This week, when Rai finds the bar tenderless on Sunday evening, she's prepared. She sets out coasters shaped like planets up and down the bar and ducks down (a completely unecessary gesture) to exchange her slouchy Athens University sweatshirt and yoga pants for a flowing togaish dress of midnight blue trimmed in spangles.

The specials appear in flowing script on the chalkboard and she's set to go.

Specials
All vodka drinks half-price.
All rum drinks 12.3% percent off
Buy two drinks, get the third for the square root of first two squared and added together.
Free drink if you can figure out, arithmetically, the volume of the glass.

Fortunes told upon request.

notagagagirl.livejournal.com

(OOM: Fury didn't start the revolution, but he sure as hell ended it. With a little help from his friends, of course.)

The front door opens, and the multiverse's most miss-matched pair wander through. Fury is his usual purple-armored self, as Fury pretty much always is. Scaramouche however, looks different.

She looks happy.

She also looks like she ripped her fingers to shreds.

Both of these things could have something to do with the guitar slung over her back. Why yes, that is Brian May's guitar. No, she isn't going to share. Yes, she'll get violent if enforced sharing is attempted.

(OOC: Two pups, two muns, go to town, folks.)

Tinytag: Scaramouche, Sir Nicholas Fury

walking_napalm

[OOM: Millitimed to roughly a month ago, the BPRD picks up an honorary (temporary, kinda secret) new freak.]

blinkandyoumiss.livejournal.com

{OOM: And I'll be there before you know it,
I'll be gone before you see me:
Do you think you can imagine anything so lonely?}

There's a familiar hed hood tucked into a booth in the bar tonight. The narration says that because his hood is all you can see of his head right now; he's got his head in his hands. Not, y'know, because he's crying or trying not to cry or anything like that. He just. Isn't ready to properly face the Bar right now, and so is solving that problem by staring at the tabletop.

You'd think he'd solve this problem by actually leaving the bar, or going to his room or something, but he also doesn't really feel like being that ~~alone~~ sequestered right now, and besides, he's going to get something to eat in a minute.

...Yeah.

Ickle speedy tag: Ryan Evans, Teddy Altman

guppy_sandhu

[oom: Strays]

Guppy looks a bit on the tired side tonight, not least because his house is full of people.

But, as always, he tries not to let it interfere with his plans. He'd never really get anything done if he stopped each time he was tired.

Walk-in clinic
The doctor is in

Do you have/can you become a small-medium sized friendly dog? Volunteer required to help with phobia of dogs, will buy drinks/chocolate/dog biscuits for any help.

alertcommando

A couple days ago, Tanya helped someone who had drank too much. Things got strange and stranger and soured fast.

Now, she is at a booth, with herself and a large drink.

She decided to get wasted.

Company might be welcome.

[ Tanya Adams ]

[ Open until it falls into oblivion ]

dr_temperance

Brennan is putting pieces together.

Not bones, this evening. Or facts of a case. She’s restricted from working on open cases for the time being. Her father’s trial is officially beginning and, as Booth, Angela and the others are witnesses for the prosecution, they are officially not allowed to work together for the duration. Even casual socializing is being frowned upon.

Brennan had anticipated the social discomfort of being on the opposite side of a trial from her friends and colleagues. What she had not anticipated was the feeling of isolation. Or the boredom.

There is plenty of work she could be doing on her own; bones from Limbo, writing and reviewing articles, grading papers, drafting chapter eleven of the new novel. But her usually well-developed ability to compartmentalize and focus on work also seems to have been adversely affected.

So instead Brennan is studying the pieces of a large jigsaw puzzle, laid out on the table in front of her. She’s already gotten the edges together, and patches of Van Gogh’s Starry Night are floating in the center. There’s a lot left to put together, though.

She wouldn’t mind making the project a collaborative effort.

fiery_ring

Carlotta has been by the trilobite tank for a while, reading a note.

After a while she gets up, and tosses the paper into the fire.

[tinytag: Carlotta Brown]

ellectrical

Possibly the most aggravating thing about her bandaged right arm is that Elle is usually nothing close to ambidextrous. Now, she can't do anything more than write with her right hand. And even that is a lot of work.

At the moment, she's sitting in a booth, opening and closing her left hand and watching the bright sparks that snap up from her palm and fingers. There's a plate of fries in front of her, but she hasn't touched them yet, and may not intend to eat them. Well, at least, not all of them.

bringonthewonder

[OOM: Washington, DC. At the briefing before Max Keenan's trial, Federal Prosecutor Caroline Julian has rather a lot of instructions. And Angela has an announcement.]

ostro_goth

It is a cold, dry morning.

Teja is outside, by the lakeside. He has already gone through some of the unarmed exercises that have become second nature by now. Now, he is practising with the naginata that he has made, when he was in Ryu Haybusa's world. He is swinging it around in large circles, doing the kata that he has learned from the young woman who was teaching this weapon in Hayabusa village.

Step - step - step -- SLASH!

tinytag: xaldin, zexion

imthegoodguy.livejournal.com

Ben has company tonight.

Yes, company.

A suitcase, to be exact. (Don't knock it, folks; it's an excellent conversationalist.)

Keeping in line with his previous visits of late, Ben is dressed in a nice three piece suit today. This time it's brown. As usual he has a cup of something hot (chai tea) and, as usual, is people watching.

(Sometimes he wonders: if he told Jacob about this place, would Jacob want Ben to bring any people here to the Island?)

alt-hulk.livejournal.com

Pancakes are completely acceptable as a dinner food. Chocolate chip pancakes and the remains of the nachos from earlier? Even more acceptable, obviously.

Teddy's at a table, reading a magazine while he eats. He's taking special care not to get maple syrup on it, which leads to all sorts of shifting the magazine around. It's a good distraction from this pervasive hopelessness which has been coming and going recently.

He's certainly not averse to company, that's for sure.

[Tiny Tag: Teddy Altman, Billy Kaplan, The Russian Astronaut, Zexion]