milliways_bar | Oct. 26th, 2008

Oct. 26th, 2008

tall-dark-and.livejournal.com

[OOM: Riku and Rhyme take a trip to Hollow Bastion, where words and emotions are exchanged, a few confessions are made, and a moogle is stolen. Millitimed to before this.]

stillbecoming

There's a cacophony of crashes, clicks, and thuds as Buffy comes pelting through the front door, which she immediately slams behind her. A single insectile limb has made it inside along with her; for a moment it hangs from the side of the door, and then it falls twitching to the ground. "Ew!" says Buffy.

She nudges it with her toe; it twitches again. Once more, with feeling: "Ew."

[Not carkeys bait, which I inform you solely for the novelty factor!]

tall-dark-and.livejournal.com

One Riku, in the bar, by the fireplace once more. He's dressed in civilian clothes, heavy ones - thick, khaki pants, a long sleeved black shirt, and a thick red coat. Way to the Dawn rests beside of him, but he's looking at it as if it's something strange, as if it means nothing to him.

How very odd of him.

aj_crawley

OOM:	Drop of a hat she's as willing as
	Playful as a pussy cat

[millitimed to the beginning of this month alskjda;lj why are we so slow D:]

bprd_agent_red

Hellboy is at a table today behind a newspaper. He has a six-pack of Redbulls and is reading through the tabloid featuring a picture of him on the front cover, enjoying himself quite a bit.

"Oh, now that's a nice shot. Damn, I look good."

He turns the page and laughs at a fuzzy picture of him walking through the woods.

"Geez, buddy, get a better lens."

He's entirely botherable.

[Car keys for Ned the piemaker and Heavy Weapons Guy but anyone else is welcome too]

scurlock

Nobody told him this place had an outside when he first came in. But Josiah had found it all on his own, that morning, and had spent the day exploring. Bar had given him and Tracker lunch, and now that they were back outside, the puppy is curled up in the sun asleep, while his young master is playing by the lakeshore.

Specifically, he is scooping up handfuls of leaves and tossing them into the air, and seeing how far they can float before they land in the water and make ripples. He's not in any real danger of falling in, but there is no parent around to supervise, and he is pretty young.

Though if you asked him, he's almost five and that makes him practically grown up.

awaroutthere.livejournal.com

It's hard to find something that sucks more than midterms, but a class deciding it's crazy enough to have two midterm exams might just about do it.
On the other hand, that's where having access to a pandimensional space comes in handy. Cosmo's promised himself that if he gets enough of these problem sets down, he can ask Bar about some of the smaller computers he's seen here. Even if he couldn't take it home without generating a lot of questions, he still wants to poke around at one.
That said, he'd welcome a distraction from studying anyway. Midterms suck, no matter when you're going to school.

(OOC: Car keys bait for Mal Reynolds and Spoon; open to all comers. Will be sporadic this afternoon and gone this evening, but will answer all tags sometime tonight, at the latest.)

[tiny!tag: Cosmo]

a1enzo

The Door bangs open, and Enzo shoots through on his boogie baud and takes a flying leap to catch hold of a rafter and swing from it.

Exams are over! All cadet brains may now go into Standby mode.

Current Mood: relieved

theflyingsquirl

Another long day on the campaign trail--they have made it all the way to Atlanta, and while Queenie is off getting her nails done, the Squirrel had decided to catch up on some reading.

So he heads to the bar and orders himself some pizza and beer, and settles in with a stack of tabloids and magazines to see what the media campaign is up to this week.

Highly interruptable. Just don't try to steal his dinner; he's got to get his weight back up for hibernation.

[tiny tags: squirrel, car keys bait]

callmemajor

Lorne is still not entirely happy about being stuck in the bar, but he does feel a little bad for his outburst yesterday. When he sits down at the counter today, he says, "Hey, sweetheart? I think I left my helmet in here last night. You got a lost and found?"

His helmet appears with a note attached, and Lorne laughs. "Sure thing," he says, vaults the bar and picks up the specials board.

He's got Jack's iPod with him, and he sets up a short playlist to go with the specials.

Specials

Mexican Moonshine

Mekong

Half off anything with Jose Cuervo

Drinks with Jack Daniels cost double

"Welcome to happy hour, folks. What can I get you?"

blinkandyoumiss.livejournal.com

{OOM: Heaven forbid you end up alone
and don't know why;
Hold on tight, wait for tomorrow,
You'll be alright.

Warnings for sliiiiiigt self-destructiveness. Takes place after the events of this post.}

The thing about fights with the walls?

Unless you're made of a massively durable material, like... titanium or something (and Bart is not), the wall pretty much always wins.

This is why, when Bart finally comes down the stairs for ice or something, his middle fingers on his right hand are swollen and- well, fingers just don't bend that way.

At least, not naturally.

{Warning: objects in EP are more millitimed than they appear.}

Ickle emo tag: Jenny

bythatmuch.livejournal.com

[oom: The best day of Max's li(iiiiiiiiiiiiiiii)fe!]

[ooc: May be sporadic with tags — trying to study. >_>]

The CONTROL ~~analyst~~ agent that comes bouncing through the door today is really, really, really excited.

So excited, in fact, that he hops up onto the nearest table and loudly announces:

"DRINKS ON ME FOR THE NEXT — "

He checks his wallet.

" — um. THE NEXT FIVE MINUTES!"

Or possibly less.

... agent status comes with a raise, right?

[this tinytag is flat broke; Maxwell Smart]

protecthefuture

[OOM: She hears a noise that worries her and she runs inside.]

"JOHN!" She yells again, gun up and at the ready. But at the hussle and bussle of people. At the change of scenery, her body tenses. This had to be Skynet's doing. Seperating her from her son. Getting her away from the future leader of mankind. Derek and Cameron... John... they were all going to worry. And if they didn't... then they weren't keeping their guard up.

Eyes scan the room for all the exits possible. Something she did unconciously but at the same time something that she'd been doing for years. Ever since the first Terminator that had tried to kill her while she was with child. Now all she had to do was find a way back. Get back to her son. Back to helping prevent the war.

Damn Skynet.

[Tiny Tag: Sarah Connor]

not_a_hologram

One tired observer, returned to the bar.

Things with Tina are off-again, again. He can't really blame her; he'd spent the weekend in Vegas playing doctor with a very pretty nurse. But it makes things a little tense around the project all the same, so he is glad for the chance to relax.

Milliways is the closest thing he's got to a vacation. He doesn't have to worry about Sam while he's here.

He bumps into a table on his way to the bar, as he always does, just to make sure he is physically present. Satisfied that he is not a hologram--can holograms be seen by the bar? he wonders--he orders himself some coffee and lights a cigar.

He wouldn't mind company, as long as that company is not Tina. Or one of his last four wives, for that matter.

[tiny tags: car keys bait]

will_scarlett

At some point, Will had to go downstairs, Kate needed her rest and he's still thinking about what happened.

He gets a glass of whiskey and stares at it, one hand constantly on the cross she gave him and ignoring the bread and butter Bar gave him.

(OOC: A bit of car keys bait but also open until it falls off the front page.)

squeakyhinges.livejournal.com

Oh, look who just wandered into Milliways, patrons!

Wearing slightly dirty and torn denim overalls over a slightly dirty and torn purple t-shirt!

Someone's been fulfilling the 'kicking ass and taking names' portion of her deityhood, it seems.

This calls for a waffle cone!

....No, no ice cream. Just the waffle cone, dipped in chocolate and sprinkles. Mmmmmm delicious.

{Mah very first CAR KEYS BAIT for Hatsuharu and Barney Calhoun, but open to eeeeeverybody~!}

bluespells.livejournal.com

Billy is:
-Still marginally angry at Teddy
-Very pissed at Bart
-Worried about both, and Xaldin.

These might account for the sudden lightening storm over the shooting range. Sorry if you were using those targets, they're charred lumps now. He'll fix them when he's done having a tantrum.

[Tiny angry tags: Billy Kaplan] [Car Keys bait for Zexion and Divis Mal]

guppy_sandhu

Guppy is in a booth near the infirmary, with a round of cheese sandwiches and his sign.

Walk-in clinic
The doctor is in.

bringonthewonder

There is a lot to be said for not being incarcerated.

There is a lot to be said for not getting fired after being found in contempt of court for refusing to testify.

There is a lot to be said for finding out that you're not going to have to watch your best friend deal with having her father on Death Row.

Angela has skipped saying any of it, really, though perhaps it could be inferred from the obviously very good mood she's in tonight.

bugsandslime

Hodgins came into the bar with good intentions. There's a stack of files on his table. And a number of scientific journals--Modern Entomology and Forensic Techniques.

And he had every intention of knocking out some work this evening.

Instead, he has a bottle of beer, his feet are comfortably propped on the table, and he is deeply engrossed in what would seem to be a small, hand-held computer game.

"Gotcha!" he says in triumph to whoever his foe on the tiny screen might be.

ikissdhimbck

Katherine is sitting at a table tonight, a book of poetry sitting unopened next to several sheets of paper, an inkwell, and an ornate pen. The tips of her fingers are stained blue here and there, but she's rather clean aside from that.

We'll forget that she looks a little thin and a little weary.

Her door still hasn't shown up, neither have there been any more notes, nor has she seen many familiar faces. She's running out of things to occupy her time, and her mind.

Tonight she's writing: simple letters; notes for curriculum; lists of things to do, things to buy.

When she's finished, she'll get some sugar cubes from the bar and wander to the stables, before heading back to the room upstairs she has no choice but to call her own for now.

Definitely botherable.

[tiny!tag: Miss Katherine Barlow, Bella Moriarty, The Russian Astronaut]

always-okay.livejournal.com

Watch out, multiverse: the lean, mean fighting machine contingent has gone up by one. X5-494 looks two hundred percent better than he has the last few times he's been in. He's rested and healthy and he's got a gleam in his eye. He's on furlough for two more days, and he's going to make the most of it.

Before any business, though, there has to be refreshments. And really, a booth at Milliways with a burger and fries is comfort food of the highest order.

There's also a glass of milk, mostly gone.

[[ooc: locked, please! mun is not so amazing at multi-tasking tonight.]]

tinytag: x5-494 (alec)

cutting_edgex23

X slips in through the back door, heading upstairs to change out of her wet clothes. She doesn't mind the cold, really, but it is polite not to drip all over Bar's seats.

When she returns downstairs, wearing sweatpants and a tank top, X orders dinner and settles down at a corner booth. She flips open her laptop, pulling up several files and getting to work.

She's careful to avoid spilling soup on the keyboard, however. It is only sensible.

[OOC: Open to everyone, but also car keys bait for John Vattic and Izzie Stevens. Good for tagging until she has another EP.]

acts_of_gord

Gordon's had a lot to think about since the other day. Sooner or later the door's going to open again and he and Alyx are going to go home. There's going to be fighting, to be sure, but there's going to be other things as well...

Life goes on. Milliways is just a lacuna.

In the meantime, he's got a doctor to find, and then maybe dinner.

[tinytag: Gordon Freeman, Sir Nicholas Fury, Alyx Vance]

howling_laugh

Coyote slams into the bar grinning fit to burst. She's wearing leather, pants and boots, with her jacket slung over one shoulder. She's been riding her motorcycle without her helmet, hard and fast. Her t-shirt is streaked with sweat, and her hair is windblown and sticking to her forehead and neck.

She gives a delighted (and maybe slightly mad sounding) laugh, and takes a seat at the bar.