milliways_bar | Oct. 27th, 2008

Oct. 27th, 2008

[[ Sold off. Betrayed. Ambushed! Tanya Adams, prisoner of the Red Army. ]]

The door opens. That is normal.

A growl, gasp and yelp are heard, perhaps a dog and a human having a disagreement? Anyway, a pistol falls in, slide locked back, clip empty, still warm from use.

The door closes.

[ Tanya Adams ]

anythingbutblue

(Faye's never been too fond of being stuck here, but the place has its moments. Sometimes.)

sea-in-a-sieve.livejournal.com

OOM: Contitinued from here where normal daily life for the Jumblies is discussed.

Right now, the Jumblies are experimenting. Trying to create the dehydrated alcohol that gave them the most trade with humans. It's not going entirely according to plan, but when has that ever stopped them?

Currently they are concentrating quite hard on the mess of tubes, bottles, funnels and fires that they have bubbling away in the corner. Even the most experienced of moonshine makers wouldn't be able to explain exactly what the contraption's doing, but at one end a slow, steady drip of bright blue liquid tells the Jumblies that they're close to achieving their goal. If anyone's brave enough they can have a drink for free, but there's no guarantee of what it'll do to you.

The Jublies haven't finished yet though, it's still not complete, there are ingredients to be added before the Jumblies can drink it. They won't be ready for a while though, so if you're curious and interested in what the hell's happening, wanting to make sure there isn't a small explosion, or just interested in some free liquid that may or may not do something interesting to your insides, then come on over. The Jumblies have time to chat to anyone...

teeny tiny tag: the jumblies

walking_napalm

The problem with taking as many pictures as Liz does is that eventually, you run out of space for them all.

And when you do, you need a big, flat space to spread them all out and study them, decide what you're doing with them; someplace that isn't a floor, and where a couple dozen cats aren't going to be constantly knocking them out of order.

Liz has pulled two tables together and taken them over, blanketing both with Polaroids. The subject matter varies, though the invisible hand on the camera is sure throughout, and the shots are well-composed. There are close-ups of flowers and leaves, several pictures of the Milliways lake and mountains, crowd shots of Milliways where no one is looking at the camera; a little girl on a park bench, a rusting fire escape, a rooftop, a pile of boxes in a dark room, a cat's tail, a row of books on a shelf; a good-looking young guy in a suit blinking at the camera or smiling, a blue fish-man in a tank with a hand raised in a graceful wave, a number of candid shots of a big red guy not paying any mind to the camera, laughing at something or lifting a kitten up in front of his eyes.

The photographer -- dressed in functional all black, as ever, with an empty holster at her hip and the BPRD logo on her belt -- sits in front of the organized chaos, elbow on the table and chin in her hand; her eyes narrowed in thought. Every once in a while, she picks up a Polaroid and puts it in one of three stacks on the chair next to her. (Every once in a while, she almost laughs at a picture.)

If she keeps going at this pace, she's going to be here a while.

[tiny tag: BLU medic]

fighting_mad

[OOC: On Eiattu, the empress and emperor disagree.

Later, there is slightly less disagreement.

Millitimed to June. Warning for mention of sexual assault and torture in first thread.]

mycursedface

She doesn't remember it being this cold outside last year, but then again it's hard to say if that is just her bad memory over the thousand or more years it's been since last year, or if this year is actually colder. Whatever the reason, Medusa is firmly inside.

Not that she's doing anything terribly interesting; just sitting on her normal table, wings unfurled enough that she can face the edge and spin wool into thread. But if the hissing of her snakes is anything to go by, her attention is hardly on her spinning.

Current Mood: contemplative

bloody-awful.livejournal.com

[OOM: After this, there is sex. Warning for adult content.]

[Tiny Teyla Tag is Teyla but not tiny.]

goodolefuntime.livejournal.com

Hurley sinks into a booth at Milliways, desperately trying not to just break down crying in front of anyone.

Steve... no, Scott was dead, Charlie had just killed Ethan, Claire was messed up in the head... things were just too nuts. It was overwhelming. So the instant he could sneak off without anyone noticing, he'd come to the Bar.

He orders a giant plate of chicken. Because that's what Hurley does. Gorge himself to drown out the badness.

[ooc: Wow that's depressing. Carkeys bait for Sariel Rager and Jennifer "Slider" Landers]

advocatusdei.livejournal.com

It's been a while since Gabriel stepped through the door to Milliways, but the Lord works in mysterious ways, and only now does he find himself here yet again ~~also known as a case of mun chickening out, but bucking up again~~.

So, taking a seat in one of the booths, a cup of tea appearing before him, Gabriel sits back to watch and observe.

If there's one thing that can be said about Gabriel, it's that he never does anything without good reason. What that reason is, on the other hand, well, that is neither here nor there, as they say.

Current Mood: content

no_justice

There is a litter of kittens on a table, most of which are so tiny that their eyes haven't opened yet. They're forming a soft, mewing pile of fur, looking for the warmth of a mother that isn't there.

What is there is a saucer of warm cat's milk, into which is occasionally dipped a polished white finger bone before it's held out for one or more of the babies to feed from. Another handful of phalanges is gently petting various heads in a comforting way.

Death doesn't usually get involved in his work, but he does so like cats.

[Car Kays bait for: Mother Nature, Lorne the Demon and Gabriel]

childofathos

Teyla steps up to the bar and asks for a cup of tea, a small notebook and a writing utensil. She's provided with a steaming mug, a leather-bound journal and a ball-point pen, all of which she takes to a chair near the fire.

She curls up, gets comfortable and begins to write.

Botherable.

Tiny-and-contemplative!tag: Teyla Emmagan.

[ooc: Open 'til it's not.

Mun must run for class and so beg slowtimes. Will tag when I return.]

superplumber.livejournal.com

IT'S-A HIM, MARIO!

He is currently running around the bar, chasing a mushroom.

He needs that HP, dammit.

gone_byebye

The door opens on a brightly-lit world of color and sound, specifically the sounds of New York City late in the year. It's Varick Street out there, and the traffic is jumping.

The redheaded, jumpsuited fellow who walks through the door blinks twice and shakes his head. "This place again?" he wonders aloud. "That's not a good sign."

mnt_raph

There's a bald white man seated at Bar smiling more than anyman dressed in dark green Ren-Faire garb while drinking what can only be called a Crap Beer ought to.

Someone's determined to have a good day in spite of the ever looming "Other Shoe" which could drop any second now.

[Car Keys Bait for Dahlia Malloy & Tim Speedle, though open to all.]

a-good-sock.livejournal.com

It's been inexcusably long since Joe has come into the bar for anything other than a quick drink. He looks around a bit guiltily, both hoping and a bit scared to see a particular face.

Not spotting her at first view, he settles at the bar with a drink.

masterofsoresu

Jedi sitting at the bar, seeing the sights. Maybe you're one of the sights he sees. Maybe, to you, he's a sight to see.

[I feel a tag in the Force: Billy Kaplan, Elim Garak
Taggers welcomed, Garak and YT ~~car-keys'd~~ adored]

a-good-sock.livejournal.com

[OOM: Joe hasn't been to Milliways in a while, and working so closely with old flame Edythe is bringing up old emotions...

Milli-timed to a few days before today's Joe/Sallie thread.]

nomorekaraoke

Mister Sandman, Bring me a Dream
Business as Usual
Welcome to China Town

~hides~

maybe-not-emo.livejournal.com

Metis, bored to death and lacking anything of value to do, has plunked his little butt down on the couch with fries, a thick milkshake, and an equally thick volume of literature.

Yes, he does read War and Peace for fun. So?

The milkshake is left on the coffee table to melt, while he digs into the fries and the book. He's not averse to sharing, however.

[Car Keys bait for Dan Evans and Dan Vasser, but everyone else is more than welcome to share too.]

Tiny Tolstoy Tag: Metis

aimedforthemoon

OoM:

Now here, you see, it takes all the running you can do, to keep in the same place.
If you want to get somewhere else, you must run at least twice as fast as that!

tiny!tag: the russian astronaut

tom-lefroy.livejournal.com

[OOM: "This, by the way, is called a country dance. After the French: contre dance." ]

foxy-l33t.livejournal.com

A few days ago, Enzo asked Laini to convert a vid file of a certain prank to something that was User Space friendly.

Easily doable, which is why Laini is down from her room, dropping off a couple small thumb-drives and a vid-file at the Bar.

"One of these is for Enzo as well as the original, aaaaaaaaaaaaand..." She taps a finger against her lips, thinking. "I think he mentioned a Hellboy? If I'm totally wrong, just give 'em both to Enzo, and he can give the other one to its intended recipient."

And that easy solution signifies the end of Laini's responsibility! She hops up on a barstool, and pulls out her PDA to open a file.

Why yes, she made herself a copy. Please excuse her while she sits and snickers at it.

notthatpotter

There's a boy in a booth trying to finish some of his Charms homework - mostly theory stuff, which includes writing a very long, very boring essay.

A couple of textbooks are open to important pages, and there's a collection of loose leaf parchment paper strewn about the surface of the table. He might look like he is hard at work, but he is, in fact, hardly working (as they say).

If one were to walk by, they would see a series of nonsensical doodles, directional arrows, and circular shapes that vaguely resemble Quidditch hoops.

He is entirely botherable.

[ooc: Car keys bait for Everett Hitch and Plourr, but open to all other tags.]

tiny!tag: everett hitch, jumblies

vance_prime

Conversations With Dead People, 2008 Edition: "My dear, you have your mother's eyes..."

[tinytag: Alyx Vance]

Current Mood: nostalgic

badinlatin

It's been awhile since Mal's been in bar without a specific purpose, and after his last foray into the garage (and his conversation with one Bobby Singer, who in Mal's opinion ain't that bad of a guy), he's probably going to disappear down the garage at some point. For right now, however, Mal has consumed a booth, cleaning various weapons he doesn't use enough.

Yes, the small concealable weapon is to the far left of the place setting. That one gets cleaned last.

( Later, in the garage -- )

The next time anyone sees Mal in the bar, he's heading for the door to his ship, and Mal calming ordering Kaylee to Shuttle One before the bar door closes. "Bring a blowtorch."

[ooc: If you're looking for a thread carkeys or otherwise, please tag for the first in-bar scenario. The garage scene is locked, at least for now. Thanks!]

abar-starclog.livejournal.com

So Carl's got a date Friday, that being the first overlapping evening off he and Mary have had since they started talking. (That in itself took a good two weeks of phone tag before they actually got to talk to each other, and not each other's answering machines.) That... should be interesting, but he has his hopes that it'll go well.
For now, he's at a table, with his laptop, poking at a coding experiment.

blowupthefloats

It's Happy Hour disguised as car keys bait! Or is it car keys bait disguised as Happy Hour?

Oh well, it doesn't matter. The most important thing is that there's a Munch behind the Bar and he's ready to serve. Just...ignore the small amount of paperwork he's got shoved off to the side there; he'll work on that later.

Today's Specials
Carjacker
Cable Car
Boxcar

Order up, people of Milliways. The bar is now open.

[Car Keys bait for Raven and Medusa, but all tags are welcome. Post is open until...whenever I decide to close it]

ostro_goth

Around noon, Teja is sitting in front of the open forge doors, drinking water, eating bread, and feeding tidbits to the cats.

Yes, cats eat bread if they consider it Interesting People Food. The forge cats, in any case, do.-

madeyoudodge

Cathy's standing, hands on her hips (dressed in her circus costume, but mostly covered by a man's sweater far too big for her) staring up into the rafters.

They certainly look like they could support her weight. But should she risk the management's wrath?

Decisions, decisions.

(Eventually, she'll cave.)

[tinytag: Catherine Bloom!]

[OOC: Bait for Sallie Reynolds and Han Solo. All welcome, and feel free to tag her in the rafters or on the ground!]

victoryisboring.livejournal.com

Mai is having a bad day. Azula is in one of her moods, Ty Lee is sulking while pretending she wasn't, and to top it all off the door to her room (where she could finally get some peace and quiet) opens to here.

She spins to leave but the door is closed and won't open. Since it's undignified to scream in frustration or pound on the door, Mai turns, draws herself up imperiously, and makes her way over to a table.

She needs some tea.

guppy_sandhu

A couple of hours after setting off with Atton on a mission, Guppy is back in the bar.

Thanks to Atton's superhealing, he's no longer sporting the injuries he sustained on the trip. However, every muscle is now going 'Nnnnugggggh' in an achy painy way.

He's lying very still on the couch whilst decided what to do about it.

stuck-mynock.livejournal.com

Atton has weapons, a big empty bag, and and a thick robe with a hood - Frago IX is rainy.

He and Sam are waiting by the door for Guppy and Will.

[Plotlocked, dude.]

ellectrical

[OOM: Another assignment.

Spoilers through Heroes 2x10, Truth and Consequences.]

stuck-mynock.livejournal.com

[OOM: Atton, Sam, Guppy and Will visit a library, and are attacked by weird ghost creatures.]

un_fallen

Raguel is back in the corner booth, back to drinking beer, and back to sulking. All is right with the world. Except that in his view, one of his few friends is being an idiot, half of the state has caught fire, and it's still not been long enough that he can look at a bottle of Atlantean without a pitiful groan.

He's staring moodily at the glass, and occasionally at the rest of the bar as well.

alt-hulk.livejournal.com

Billy's birthday is this week, and Teddy is kind of lost. How do you run out of ideas when you have a Bar at the end of the universe? He's got a couple Nintendo-ish ideas, and the Bar's offered to help, but that feels a little like cheating.

Hmmm. This might be even harder than dealing with Bart.

One Kree-Skrull, sitting at the bar, trying to brainstorm birthday presents for his boyfriend over a Coke float, with a Dragoon wearing a Cunning Hat looking over his shoulder. (It hasn't been shredded quite yet.) Have at!

[You Probably Think This Tiny!Tag is About You, Don't You: Teddy Altman, Billy Kaplan]

theforerunner.livejournal.com

Steve. Bar. Sketchpad.

Providing late-night amusement for the masses.

evil_koala_626

Autumn in the northern hemisphere is not a pleasant meterological setting for those hailing from tropical locales. It's wet. It's cold. It lacks the curtesy to offer up a decent snow fall to detract from either factor and so there is a soggy alien sitting in an armchair by the fire. He's not so much drinking from the steaming mug clutched in his claws as he's warming his hands and muttering rude things regarding the weather into his beverage.

(OOC: Car keys bait for Hurley and Raoul of Goldenlake but anyone's welcome.)

morelikeasponge.livejournal.com

Peter's fist is entirely devoid of bitemarks. (So is the rest of Peter.)

His table is entirely devoid of onion rings. He is trying to remedy this by conversing earnestly with a waitrat. The rat is just staring at him.