milliways_bar | Jan. 11th, 2009

Jan. 11th, 2009

gotawhip.livejournal.com

Pam is displeased. She informed her maker that there was a magical bar at the end of the universe in their bar's parking lot. And when she went to show him the bar, she was on one side of the door and he was not.

She is displeased. Who knows what Eric will get up to without her there to supervise him. She tugs at one of her long blond braids and almost forms an expression of annoyance.

[tiny tag: Pam]

young_tmriddle

OOM: On Shadow, Ingress comes to terms with recent events while making a pie with Sallie.

In the House of Arch, Tom has (mostly) straightened out after his latest evil tendencies relapse. Door is relieved to hear.(This thread Millitimed to Tom's birthday on January 6.)

noattachments

This place could use some music, and Kate's not about to fool around with the karaoke machine. She's never really been the karaoke type, but something about that gives her this odd feeling. Almost like she's being watched, and she's run long enough that she's a little more aware of that feeling than most people might be.

It's the kind of feeling that usually makes her glance around and sometimes look back over her shoulder, and as tempted as she is to do just that as she walks by the machine, she doesn't give in.

It's a machine.

But she still walks with purpose toward the opposite side of the bar.

She settles down on a bar stool, sweeps her hair back in a careless ponytail, and folds her arms on top of the bar. "Got anything about Bali?"

It's better than those celebrity gossip magazines that are the most common reading material back on the island.

[tiny tag: Jo Harvelle, Penelope Widmore]

hopeitsworthit

[OOM: Power struggles ain't ever gonna be pretty, especially when a man's life is on the line. Question is: whose life are we talkin' about?]

vance_prime

She couldn't say how long she's been here. She has no means with which to mark the passage of time. She's not sure the normal flow of time even applies to her, detached as she is. All she knows is that she's been here, observing the ebb and flow of the patterns around her.

The not!ghost would appreciate some company.

[ooc: Yesterday's back room notice still applies. Please read it and/or ping leeshajoi before tagging.]

[the ghost of tinytags past: Charlie Monroe]

aaaaaaaagh_sky

Sooner or later, Ellen knows she's going to have to open the door and go out to look for her father again. Today, however, is probably not that day. For one thing, the idea is terrifying beyond rational thought. For another, she's already lost time. Dad's probably far, far ahead of her, and she has no supplies beyond her spare jumpsuits. And the Wasteland is a very, very big place.

The fear is something she'll have to handle without help, but supplies she can at least do something about. On the notice board, she tacks up a sign:

Skilled needleworker and general repair person looking for odd jobs. Very good with fabric, plumbing, furniture, robots (esp. Mr. Handy models). Other items too, possibly. Please contact Ellen Park in the blue Vault 101 jumpsuit.

A similar sign, minus the please contact line, goes up on the table where she settles in to star fixing the jumpsuit she was wearing when she got ambushed in Springvale.

[tinytag: Ellen the Vault 101 Dweller]

subject-lj-here.livejournal.com

Chell's curled up into a ball on the couch, thinking about things.

Her portal gun is still waterlogged. With Christmas and everything, she neglected to post a help notice... she put it up today.

She misses Gordon and Alyx. A lot. And she hopes they're okay. Gordon is like a father to her, and she hasn't seen him for ages, but he can take care of himself. Can't he?

And then there's the rumors she's heard going around about her. She doesn't quite understand, she never meant to hurt anyone badly, and she's certainly not with someone else.

Milliways was supposed to be safe, but lately? It's just distressing. She sighs, and curls tighter into her ball. Maybe counting out the Fibonacci Sequence in her head will help her calm down.

Her notice on the notice board reads:

Highly experimental equipment waterlogged Assistance in repairing requested. Skilled labor is a must! See Chell.

[Tiny Tag: Chell Johnson (Portal), Alyx Vance, Ellen (Vault 101 Dweller)]

dark_dancer

It's chilly and damp and a little foggy out.
Cata doesn't rightly care, though; she's been enjoying the first proper winter in years back home, and this is just an extension of that. Besides, she's got something new to play with.
The Bar gave her, if she's to believe the label, some ammunition that won't do much more than make noise when she fires. In a more serious situation, she wouldn't be at all sure what the point of that was, but all she has in mind is test-firing her not-exactly-holiday present anyway. Given that, it's probably just as well.
She's at the longer-range end of the firing range, with a sniper rifle that may look familiar to anyone who was caught up in that war zone last month. (Or, at least, the little dot hovering on her targets may look familiar.)

(OOC: Subject to periodic bouts of slowtime, but open till it falls off the page.)

[tiny!tag: Cata]

smart-house.livejournal.com

[In Eureka:

After Nathan Stark tries to talk some sense into Jack and Allison, Jack manages to find a possible solution. Not one that anyone else manages to comprehend except Henry, but it's possible!

They hope.

While the town starts to worry, Nathan and Henry try their own solution.

Finally: Jack gets a glimpse of the future. Or at least a possible one.]

[ooc: jack carter, nathan stark]

m-antonivs.livejournal.com

It is early afternoon when a hungover Mark Antony trudges down the stairs to put up a notice by the bar and order some breakfast. The breakfast is simple; some bread, some wine, some grapes. The notice is also simple, in somewhat sloppy but legible handwriting in both Latin and Greek.

Scribe wanted. Payment in gold. Must be discreet. Either Latin or Greek required; both is better. --M. Antonius

He carries his breakfast over to a chair by the fire, and settles in to eat.

shadowsusannah.livejournal.com

[OOC: OOM: You'd devised a simple plan
that would change the fate of man

You'd thought of everything]

magic_ferret

It was just a single step, but sometimes you feel as if you're running as fast as you can just to stay in one place.

Yunno's lost a few days. This is evident by the stack of notes and presents he receives when he gets a serving on noodles from Bar.

So, Yunno, at a table checking the list of things he has against the list of people who should get something. Maybe a break will be in order soon.

Open while it's on the front!

Tiny tag: Yunno Scrya

theflyingsquirl

It has been a good day for seventeen-year-old Ryu Watanabe.

He had been interviewed early in the afternoon by a man from the local paper who was doing a story on the circus, and had promised to send over a copy of it tomorrow morning. He'd met a townie girl over by the sideshow wagons before the show who had asked him out for coffee, the show had gone off without a hitch (as usual), and he had managed to pocket enough loot from the townies in the autograph line that when he did get to go out for coffee with her after the show, he could even pay for it.

He is still wearing the cape he had captured from one of the Flying Kazakov twins--Dasha or Masha, he can't tell them apart--over one shoulder, and is idly picking bits of straw from the fur of his tail as he heads up to the bar for a beer to finish off the evening, and to count what's left of the loot. Totally botherable, if you don't mind a teenager who is very pleased with himself.

[tinytags: squirrel]

nea-erinys.livejournal.com

The door opens to frame a tall girl. She has red-gold hair and bright green eyes which sweep around curiously.

This... isn't DeBussy's. And... she doesn't see her father or mother. Or her grandfather. Or anyone else that is supposed to be at the celebratory dinner tonight. She doesn't seem perturbed... precisely. But she doesn't step further in than the doorway either.

Curiosity and caution keep flickering back and forth across her face.

bannion_sight

[OOM: New Year's resolution.]

Dave had flown back to Toronto some days ago.

The house seems too big, now, somehow, without him there. Fortunately for Kim, she'd figured out long ago in Fionavar that she does better when she spends more time outside, anyway.

The fact that the portal leading to Milliways is just off one of her favorite hiking paths only makes it more convenient.

gonna_live

[OOM: And back again.]

mnt_raph

[OOM: In Raph's vernacular, that S#$& ain't Right.]

There's a loud crash as the front door to the Main Bar is kicked open with zero regard to maintaining structural integrity, and a mass of limbs and torsos spills on to the floor. One of eight legs some how manages to work itself free and kicks out, slamming the door shut again.

Gradually, the four people on the floor detangle themselves enough to look around. The three youngsters seem utterly shell-shocked, and the man? Well let's just say that he's not looking too great either.

Welcome to Milliways, Sons of Adam and Daughter of Alanna; Triplets of Olau.
Oh...and it's good to see you again too, Uncle Raph.

eisenheimhaus.livejournal.com

Eduard leads Sophie through the door to Milliways from their now-habitual meeting spot in the woods, as far away from the castle of Bratislava has can be managed.

Eduard looks more nervous than he normally does; Sophie just seems interested in getting back to the end of the universe. Regardless, both teenagers head towards the bar itself, spending just as much time looking towards each other as they do anyone else.

[tinytag: eisenheim, sophie von teschen]

[ooc: Eisenheim-mun is off abed; Sophie-mun should still be around for a little bit I think.]

noteful

[OOM: Sunday Morning in Montreal.]

She's actually gotten better with the crutches in the last few days. But it's not easy to manage crutches when the word that best describes your current mental state is preoccupied, and Meg's had a couple of near-falls today.

There is a part of her brain that points out that, really, it should not be a surprise that Milliways picked tonight, of all nights, to turn up where the residence hall kitchen should be.

But it is a surprise, and the rubber foot on one of the crutches skids precariously as she notices where she is.

[tiny tag: Meg Ford]

maxwellsdemon02

Behind the bar is Duo Maxwell. He looks a little unsure about how this happened, but he's getting his game face on.

He pats the surface of the bar. "Okay, let's do this thing."

On the board: HAPPY HOUR!
TONIGHT'S SPECIAL: BEER
TRUST ME, THE FEWER DRINKS I MIX THE BETTER

And then he starts juggling lemons.

heyfootballhead.livejournal.com

Arnold is out back, practicing his karate.

Yes, he's outfitted in a full gi and sandals. No, he's not dressed for winter.

But hey, you get warm fast doing that kind of physical activity, man.

And for the record, he's entirely botherable.

[tiny martial tag: Hey Arnold]

guppy_sandhu

Guppy is sitting in a booth near the infirmary, filling in some grading sheets for medical students who invaded his department for the last few weeks.

His pen hovers over them, as he goes through the general dillemna of 'Am I being too nice?'. His other hand reaches for his cup of tea. He can do multitasking yo.

fiery_ring

[oom: After surgery, Carlotta is resting in the infirmary]

[tinytags: Carlotta Brown, Demeter]

loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com

Millitime being what it is, a pony-sized wolf is standing in a clearing of the forest watching the moon rise large into the night sky. He gives a thorough shake and raises his head to scent the cold night air.

Patrons beware, there's a full moon and the wolves are out...

docgf.livejournal.com

Unlike many people entering for the first time, Doctor Girlfriend doesn't look surprised by what she sees when she comes into the bar. Maybe that's because she was expecting a bar. Not this one--but then, she's never been in the one she was entering before, either.

She's a tall, statuesque woman with dark hair, and her hairstyle and outfit both evoke a cross between Jacqueline Kennedy and a mad scientist; a pink vinyl dress with snaps up the left breast and a pillbox hat.

When she sees there's no bartender at the bar, she mutters impatiently under her breath and reaches for the cigarettes in her purse. Her voice, even in a mutter, is deeper than you'd expect.