milliways_bar | Oct. 24th, 2008

Oct. 24th, 2008

Haruhi comes in and takes over a booth to study.

The first day at Ouran High School has taken a very heavy toll. The feminine traces once there have vanished completely into messy, shaggy short hair, wide glasses and an untucked undershirt, sweater, pants combo one would not put on the little boy cousin they hated.

Haruhi doesn't seem to have noticed.

She orders a water and begins reading the text book in her lap.

[Note: Haruhi now has the appearance of an unkempt, waifish, teenage boy. In cases of very perceptive people, her face and body haven't changed at all only her hair and style. Open to all. Car keys bait to Dominic Deegan and Libby O'Dell, indefinitely open to these two. Slowtimes are love.

Tiny tags: Haruhi Fujioka]

the-wrenster.livejournal.com

There is a Rennes at the bar, currently indulging in some breakfast while flipping through an old newspaper Bar had provided for him. For some reason, he finds the fact that the authorities are still looking for him somewhat amusing.

He could probably use a distraction right about now.

[Car Keys bait for Fat Charlie and Tom Ripley, but all other tags are welcome!]

alorn-bear.livejournal.com

There's a pwing! of blue light, and Belar's at his usual table with his usual sign, although this time he's smelling vaguely of yaks. Comes of taking an interest in the health and welfare of the herd when a Mongolian winter's on its way.

ANSWERING PRAYERS
BACK IN 15 MINUTES

SECURITY MEMBER ON DUTY AFTER THAT

WILL ANSWER QUESTIONS, I'M GOOD WITH THAT TOO

prob-japanese.livejournal.com

Between the Reveal, and the rumors, and Grimlock in general, it's an amazingly tense atmosphere at home. Bumblebee wouldn't ordinarily mind- he's been through worse- but some time ago Lissar gave him one of her dog Ash's puppies, and Carburetor's not really enjoying the overly-twitchy environment. Bee figures a trip to out back of Milliways would do the young dog some good, which is why he and a long-legged young fleethound step into the bar's front door and a very, very small 2008 Camaro Concept darts out the back door with said fleethound in tow.

What? The dog needs to run, and chasing cars is a time-honored canine pastime. Even at 1/7 his normal size Bumblebee's still a pretty fast little mech. Feel free to stop by and see what's going on, though, he's good with that.

gone_byebye

Ray is having the sort of day in his New York that causes otherwise normal and rational people to break out in filk. Given that this is Ray and he could not possibly be called otherwise normal anywhere other than a very large science fiction convention on its third day of an extended experiment in sleep deprivation for all the attendees and half the special guests, the Bar is probably lucky that his brain confined the filkish impulses to a horrible, horrible spirit-and-spook-intensive version of the theme song to Car 54, Where Are You?.

Today he meant to duck into the Queequeg's Coffees on 47th Street just before Sixth Avenue, but he got a little distracted on the way through the door and wound up here, which is why the wait-rats are currently giving him a weird look as he attempts to explain the concept of an LD50 and how it relates to caffeine, and why they should keep bringing him coffee until he's a couple of milligrams shy of it.

But you can interrupt him if you like. This is Ray. He doesn't bite~~, he just jumps out of his seat and screams like a girl~~.

[tinytag: Bela Talbot]

callahans_genius

The door opens to a breeze of warm, salty Key West air.

Oh, and a guy juggling balls of lightning.

But, man, that's some good breeze. Moist without being thick, heavy with the scent of fruit trees, the tang of salt and chlorine, absent the exhaust and sweat of too many tourists from seems-like-far-away Duval Street.

Oh, yeah... the guy. He's too focused on his juggling, keeping three crackling balls of energy spinning between his hands, to notice that the bar he's walked into isn't the one he'd intended to enter. It's not until he finishes and rolls the balls down his arm and into his pocket that he looks up.

"Ah, I see," Nikky says mostly to himself when he realizes his location. "Well, that's all right, too."

Even if it does mean losing that breeze.

[ooc: car keys bait for Bumblebee & the Loompas, but all others welcome, too.]

wizard_howell

[OOM: Once upon a time, in a land where time moves to its own beat and the concerns of the world at large are everyone's concern if you're the King or work for him, the Royal Wizard and his lovely wife welcomed an absolute princess of a visitor who in no way could be construed as Howl's cousin. And then Howl and Sophie took said not-a-cousin to bask at royalty's doorstep, and a splendid time was had by all... unless you happened to be the King's coachman. Then all you got was a measly orange scone and a bit of attitude. But in a land where magic rules, anything can and often does happen.]

md_donighal

We have a pair of post-humans in the bar. The red-haired man in the gray suit is sitting at the Bar sipping chai. The auburn-haired woman in the T-shirt and jeans is wandering around. They're both botherable, or perhaps one of them will bother you in some way.

[A tag about a centimeter in diameter between the frontal lobes: Annabelle Newfield, Jennifer Landers]

[This post welcomes tags from anyone, but especially from any of Juliet Burke, Hellboy and SARAH.]

Current Mood: taggable
Current Music: ABC, "Be Near Me"

forgoodorforawesome

And we got two outta three OPKs again. Still no Strong Mad, though, so if you wanna get up in their grill, there's not a lot of stopping you.

[Especially welcome, of course, are Juliet Burke, Ravin Lichvell, Cardea and Will Scarlett.]

Current Mood: taggable
Current Music: ABC, "Be Near Me"

mendanddefend_archive

Bob knows that sleeping in the bar is a bad idea. Really, he does. It's an invitation to whatever weirdness has invaded the bar this week; you might as well put a sign on your forehead that says "HELPLESS VICTIM HERE!"

However, Bob just finished a particularly long and grueling shift of Game-duty, and he currently doesn't give a crap.

Thus, we find six feet of blue-skinned, black-dreadlocked, silver-armored Guardian sprawled across the couch closest to the front door, faintly snoring.

[ooc: Car keys bait for ~~Kain or~~ the Pirate King, but open to all!

Tinytag: Kain]

Current Mood: napping

not_lugosi

Bela is bored. She is extremely bored. The reason she stepped through the door was boredom, but there are no signs of it dissipating anytime soon.

She tears fitfully at a scone, looking around the room for (certain) familiar faces.

Maybe she's not just bored.

(ooc: Car Keys Bait for Liz Sherman and (Kore) Persephone, open to anyone, good for the whole weekend!

Tiny Tag: X5-494)

theforerunner.livejournal.com

Steve Rogers is in the bar, with a sketchbook and a set of ebony pencils. He's humming something that, were it not completely out of tune, might sound like an ancient Glen Miller song. It's strange, the things that stick in your memory.

He's watching people, as always, and making quick gesture drawings of anything that catches his eye. It's been a very long time since he was last able to draw like this, and he missed it. Are you interesting enough to merit a sketch?

[Carkeys bait for Captain Viscen and Raphael, but open to everyone]

dark_dancer

Close combat has never been Cata's strong point. She knows that, and she's not expecting to get it back in any grand capacity.
On the other hand, she's just seen what was done to the Assassins' Guild Hall while most (all?) of its usual tenants were off Leading Better Lives. Fortunately, it wasn't actually in use as a girls' boarding school yet, but... it's far too cheery now, they've achieved that much. And she really needs to hit something that won't be hitting back.
As such, she's outside, abusing the punching bag. She doesn't mind the slight chill to the air; it has, after all, been years since her last proper winter, and it's boosting her stamina a bit.

(OOC: Car keys bait for Finn and Lily Potter the Younger; open to all comers.)

aeons_crackshot

Annabelle is out back playing with the Whomping Willow. How, you ask? She tumbles and dodges within its reach and it tries to pound her into pulp. Annabelle is grinning and cackling with glee the entire time. This is much more entertaining than practicing by herself.

(OOC: Car keys bait for Teddy Altman and Raphael, but open to everyone! Tinytag!: Annabelle Newfield)

a1enzo

Everyone has their own study techniques.

Enzo is in the lake. He might appear to be treading water, but close examination, for those in a position to do so, will reveal that he's actually sitting on his submerged boogie baud. Only his head and one hand are above the surface—the hand so he can scroll through his Ancient History TXTbook.

Water-cooling. It's a good thing.

whatsatisfiesme.livejournal.com

Gilbert looks like the cat who ate the canary, when he wanders through the front door, this afternoon. He's still bandaged up - one can spot white-wrapped patches along his left hand and the slight bit of his arms and chest that his wrinkled dress shirt reveals, but if his injuries are still stinging him, he certainly doesn't show it. Indeed, each step he takes has an utterly content, little strut to it, and he makes his way over to the Bar and procures himself a drink with such an easy gait that he almost looks like he thinks he owns the world.

As far as he's concerned, in fact, he does. That twit Karl's taken care of, his new roommate will be out of the picture, as soon as he talks Dren into getting rid of him...everything is working out perfectly, for Gilbert.

Botherable, though he might be too busy gloating to be very personable.

(OOC: Car keys bait for Scarlet and Liz Sherman, but open to all. Have at!)

sime-channel.livejournal.com

Suzi is sitting in a chair being car-keys bait for Mario and Nikola Tesla. She's knitting with hands and tentacles alike, as well as reading her books on citizenship tests. The test is tomorrow, and oh is she ever taking the Milliways time to study like hell.

mr-ryan-wolfe.livejournal.com

There is a Miami CSI at a table eating pizza and beer. He's willing to share both. He's having a pretty good day really. They solved a case, it only took a couple hours those are the ones he likes and it wasn't even a murder just a case of stolen I.D. so while it's annoying so it's not that bad as far as he's concerned. No one died or was injured.

[car Keys for John Munch and Plourr. If you like. Open for one and all.]

antishinra

Fresh from a post-practice session shower, Tifa comes down stairs and heads straight for her post at the bar.

Tonight's Specials:
Gunfire, Fire Fly, Silver Cloud

It doesn't matter to her if she's called sentimental and old-fashioned. She likes drinks that remind her of her friends.

She ties a small apron around her waist, dusts the chalk off her hands, and sweeps her wet hair back into a ponytail. It's routine, but it's routine she enjoys. "Anybody need a drink?"

ellectrical

She should really be back outside right now, but tonight, Elle's perched on the edge of a table, legs swinging absently over the side as she unnecessarily adjusts the strap of her sling for what's probably the fourth time today.

It's not likely that she's really satisfied when she stops, but she does, and uses her free arm to lean back over the table, taking up farm more room than she really needs to in getting a nice view of the rafters above. Not able to climb up into them at the moment, staring is about the best she can do.

[ooc: Car keys bait for Ginny Weasley and Molly Walker, open to anyone.]

fiery_ring

Carlotta is sitting near the trilobite tank, sewing her costume for the form's play.

________________

Vyvyan enters, wiping soil off his hands, and spots Wellington Womble crossing the bar in front of him. The punk grins, wanders light-footedly towards the small furry creature, then yells "Boo!".

The Womble flees behind the nearest couch, and Vyvyan sits at the bar for a pint of babysham.

________________

Chase Stein is eating a burger so big it barely fits in his mouth.

He might share the fries.

[tinytags: Carlotta Brown, Vyvyan]

sliceitwithwind.livejournal.com

Xaldin is out back, in the air. He's low enough for easy conversation, within six inches of the ground or so, but is very distinctly not touching it. Thanks to the efforts of Teja, Billy, and Teddy he's doing fine but he's not still a being of Air and Nothing in a place where the atmosphere changes with every opening of the door.

[car keys: Annabelle Newfield & Pomona]
[sow the tag, reap the thread: Xaldin]