milliways_bar | Jan. 23rd, 2009

Jan. 23rd, 2009

aranprime.livejournal.com

Samus knows it is high time for going back and checking in at the Locker, but the luxury of knowing here her vacation will not be interrupted by some urgent call from the Federation delays any planned departure.

The bounty hunter is lounging on a recliner by the fireplace, wearing all white: a sleeveless short tunic, trousers and light boots.

[Open until it falls off.]

bloody-awful.livejournal.com

There's a bloke at the bar. Hey, when did he get here? Where did he come from?

(... people have been asking those questions for a long, long time... )

He's drinking his pint and smoking his fags, and seems ... happy? Sad? Content? Resigned? Triumphant?

(... all of the above?...)

Nah, he's just our John, which means we may never know. But he'll talk to you, if you want.

ooc: Open 'til it scrolls.

52-dropoff.livejournal.com

He's up in the rafters right above the bar. He's watching the comings and goings. But he's also trying to study what's behind the bar. The vast array of bottles, which seem to vary almost at random. The rats managing to use the beer taps even though they lack the height and reach to use them. The dirty dishes that disappear, sometimes to be replaced right away, sometimes to go off to some unseen cupboard.

At the moment, there is no bartender. That too is rather interesting.

And if there are people at the bar, they might look up and see Charlie, lurking.

parkerlee

The holidays are officially over. Parker is back in her own world. Back at school. And getting back into her routine.

Part of which is making sure Kiseki is getting regular exercise.

He's been pretty fresh today. (Cold, snappy air and horses tend to make for a Let's go fast! combination). But he seems to have worked most of it out of his system, and Parker is riding him at a sedate walk around the lake while he cools down.

She wouldn't mind pausing for a chat, though, if anyone else is out.

[OOC: Work may call for unexpected slowtime.]

undignified

Wes Janson at the Bar with the ... milkshake.

Hey ... you could totally drown someone in a milkshake.

He's just sitting there. Not doing anything interesting. Unless, like him, you find milkshakes fascinating. Honestly, Oreos and ice cream -- one day he'll get around to importing both of those to Coruscant. One day.

bothbutneither.livejournal.com

For as long as he's been here, he hasn't really spent a lot of time with other musicians and lately his time's been so narrowly focused on one person and one person alone. For that, he makes absolutely no excuses. But it's time for something different; he's claimed the piano this afternoon but also has his sax around his neck.

And a tenor sax is a hard thing to hide.

There's mostly-empty sheet music in front of him and a pencil behind his ear. This is how he writes his songs, and writing songs is a great way to pass the time while he waits.

[9-year-old tag: Hey Arnold]

blueshifted.livejournal.com

[OOM:

So shall I fight, so shall I tread,
In this long war beneath the stars;
So shall a glory wreathe my head,
So shall I faint and show the scars,
Until this case, this clogging mould,
Be smithied all to kingly gold.

- John Edward Masefield, The Creed ]

Warnings for violence, psychological torture, and possible spoilers.
[Tiny Tag: Barney Calhoun]

nottaprincess.livejournal.com

((OOM: After Yuki plays fairy god-mother for a while, he happens across a strange and surprisingly personal bit of hazing.

All dialogue in the OOM taken from FB #89. Warnings for high school melodrama and general silliness.))

Yuki's in the Bar, today, and school is actually out for the winter holidays, in his world, finally. He's still in his uniform, despite this, but his tie has apparently been abandoned back at home, and he's quite literally sprawled out by the fire. He hasn't even bothered with the couch, having just stretched out as close as he can get to it, clutching a warm glass of tea in one hand.

It's more informal and out in the open than he usually gets, but - it's been a long day. And it's warm, over here.

He's allowed to be a bit lazy and unrestrained, now and again, right?

mnt_mike

Characters:

Michaelangelo; 20 something. Medium build. Dirty blond hair. Blue work shirt, khaki cargo shorts, bright orange flip flops
Bar; 25 foot long bar. Maple finish.

Scene:
Milliways Bar

Camera zoom.

Mike:
Again? Again with the slide? I just....seriously, have you weighted the die or something?

Bar:
(Smug)

mendanddefend_archive

Next cycle, Dot will finally start her maternity leave. Bob will no longer have to worry about her stressing out at work.

Now he just has to keep her from stressing out at home.

In the meantime, the Guardian has snuck off to Milliways for a drink and a snack before Game duty. He is able to be bothered.

[tinytags bless us, every one: Croup and Vandemar, Annabelle Newfield]

Current Mood: thirsty

aleister_author

Tyler ducks into the bar from his study today (well, less study and repurposed bedroom, but who's counting) and drops off a stupidly large set of manuscripts at Bar herself.

"Could you hold that for Scarlet?"

They disappear.

"Thanks. And a coffee for me, please. Thanks."

So, chore done and coffee in hand Tyler settles down to people watch.

OCC: Open for ever and ever!

Tiny Tag: Tyler Darrow

lolzbombs.livejournal.com

"Oh, come on. I don't need this shit right now."

There is a Gokudera that hasn't been in the bar for several months by the door, glaring at the surroundings as if it's just murdered his first born child.

"I have things to do! Can't you leave me alone?"

Wny is he talking to the room itself? Not even any denizens! In a loud voice, even.

Who knows. That's Gokudera for you.

Might want to tread lightly around this guy right now, unless you can put up with his stomping towards a table and starting to chain-smoke his stress away.

Heh.

[tinytags: gokudera hayato]

Current Mood: aggravated

magic_ferret

It was just a single step, but you had to take it to follow the path.

Yuuno's here to drop off

( presents with Bar. )

That done, he settles into a booth with noodles and a book of baby names.

There are all sorts of problems most people don't think about with magi-tech projects.

OOC: Open for all time. No, really.
Tiny Tag: Yuuno Scrya, Xaldin, Xigbar, Zexion, Jenny, Haruhi, Larexen, Cata

aeons_crackshot

Annabelle is out back painting what some folks might recognize as Combine body armor, albeit without the helmet. She's painting over the markings on it with a dark grey paint. Once that's dry, the armor will be getting large, bright orange lambdas on the front and back. Feel free to interrupt.

(Tinytag! Annabelle Newfield) (OOC: This post is open until it scrolls off the page!)

born-running.livejournal.com

Huh. There's a Luke, there, right in the bar, with tea and books from the library and everything. ASTONISHING!

...Occasionally, he glances at the door, and bites his lip, and returns to reading his book.

Someone misses home.

licensed-pro.livejournal.com

There's a Charlie in the bar; he looks to be lazily studying something from a book. (Though it's been marked in and tagged enough that it being a book might be questionable.) If one looks closely, the spine says Applied Psychology in very faded letters.

[ooc: botherable, by anyone.]

cullenteddybear.livejournal.com

She hadn't expected the door to that bar place to suddenly appear when she walked into her closet. Rosalie frowned as she looked around the bar proper and, less than a second later, stepped back out of the door she had come in from.

It was only a few minutes later that the door opened again and a male voice could be heard. "Rosalie Hale! Get in there and experience this place for yourself! Oh come on! It'll be fun!"

In comes a strong yet pale vampire and the woman who walked right in before. He's standing behind her and once they're in the door he just stands in front of it. He smiles and just stares at Rosalie. Not moving.

[Tiny Tag: rosalie hale, emmett cullen]

jedi-exile.livejournal.com

[OOM: Revan comes back to the Enclave to some news and later, when Leo finds out, he is less than happy. Kira shows him what she thinks of that]

young_tmriddle

Tom and Ingress step into the bar from the House of Arch painting, all bundled up for the Scottish weather out back. Ingress is determined to see Mr. Julia, if he's out and about. They head out the back door and into the snow.

When they return, Ingress settles down for a hot cocoa (but a sundae wouldn't be out of the question later). Tom sits beside her on the couch by the fire. He keeps his eyes on the room, but he relaxes before the fire, scotch in hand.

Either of them will be happy to talk to old friends or new ones.

antishinra

Today Tifa discovered the most amazing thing: that little slice of Costa del Sol in the form of an inlet.

She felt a little silly shedding her layers to spend a few hours by the water enjoying the warmth and then putting them back on as she was leaving so she could walk in the bitter cold back to the bar. But words can't even describe how happy it made her.

She got to spend her sunset -- illusion or not -- there, and when she writes the night's specials on the board, it's with sunshine and warmth vividly in mind.

Tonight's Specials:
Vodka Sunrise
Tequila Sunset

There's still a smile on her face when she take her place behind the bar.

ushouldcwhatic.livejournal.com

Johnny was in a quiet corner, close to the fire. Idly watching the fish swim through the flames. He was thinking of some recent events. One that was especially worrying.

But he was also thinking of cards.

Once he was given the Wheel of Fortune, long after his spins with it changed his fate.

And then this year, he was shown Temperance. Healing, balancing of two energies. Strange. But it was a strange night. He was watchful around the bar. It was slightly safer inside, but visions could only reveal so much of warnings.

Current Music: Led Zeppelin's No Quarter

kinshou-kitsune.livejournal.com

There was a kitsune sitting at the Bar. She was pondering something- the look of concentration on her face was obvious by the little furrowed expression. To her left was a little reddish wood box highly polished, open, with a multitude of little silken bags in various colors held within. It had been..oh..a year since she had done this and she had met quite a few interesting people since then. Of course the usual suspects were on the list.

"All right," she said after a moment, blue eyes glancing toward the paper in front of her that had various Japanese symbols in a..somewhat.. order on it. "I think I got it all done." Reaching into the box she placed each upon the countertop as she spoke various names. "These go to Will and Kate, these to Jay and Jenny. Ryu-san, Teja-san and please make sure he knows that half of this is for the forge, Doc-san, Tyler-san, Charlie, Major Lorne, Gordon- the gentleman in the glasses, James Potter, and Mal-san." Looking the list over one more time she beams a bright smile and nods. "If I have missed any of the usual please do let me know?" She couldn't help but giggle as a large smiley face appeared on the same piece of paper.

Tabs were paid for the remainder of the year and then some. It was a good comfy little base they had for, well, whatever they wanted to use it for. No notes on who had done it would be left either- sometimes it was nice receiving a gift from someone.

[tiny tags: Major Evan Lorne, Gordon Freeman, Charlie Monroe, Jenny]

gorgonfondness

The jewelry is set out again, the same sign as before up boasting fine pieces, good prices, certificates of authenticity, the whole lot.

Along with that, Mia is counting her proceeds from this as well as regular trips to the Cave of Trial and general savings snipped off of her pay. Her expression as she pours over the silver present and the calculations on paper is likely more fitting for her descendant than herself.

But this is a labor of love! It's not alienating greed; it's personal sacrifice that just looks like avarice!

Again, much like something her descendant would do.

And while her disappointment in the vast amount of silver does come from not having enough, it's not like she's buying back Malfoy Manor for herself.

[Again, check this post for info.]

tall-dark-and.livejournal.com

There is one Riku in the bar, so it would seem. He is not acting at all normal, if someone knows him well enough to tell. For one thing, no darkness surrounds him. His eyes are their original, light blue - never witnessed by anyone in a year. There's a different demeanor entirely - more smug, more interested, far less withdrawn!

He's currently walking the length of the bar, studying everything, making mental notes of it. But clearly, this really is not Riku.

Wonder who's checked in...?

[tinytags: riku, wanijima rind]

theunsmiling

Michael storms into the bar, a piece of parchment crumpled tightly in her fist. A party? The Morningstar is inviting her to a costume party. For what? To discuss the terms of his forgiveness? To lord his--

She clenches her jaw tight.

It's probably fortunate that today she's wearing a black T-shirt with 'oh shit' printed on it very clearly. It's been the reaction of a lot of people in New York when they've seen her coming, today.

Maybe a cup of coffee will calm her down. It's worth trying,right? And at least it gets her to let go of the parchment, one hand idly smoothing it out as she sets it down on her table.

The question of the moment is 'what's she going to do about this?'

[ooc: Open until it scrolls off the page]

[tinytag: Michael]

guppy_sandhu

Guppy has been sent to the bar tonight, having been caught trying to fix the car by himself. Apparently it will now cost another hundred pounds to repair his repair work.

He sits at the bar, picking bits of oil out of his fingernails and wondering how he managed to get it quite that wrong...

justasaleswoman

There's a young woman in the bar, who both has and hasn't been here before.

(Which is to say, the host body is new, but the demon inside has visited a couple of times.)

She's seated at a table, eating an apple, and watching the bar go by.

Dinner and a floor show.

Lovely.

[ETA: And the mun must beg slowtime and sleep. Thanks!]

[ooc: the crossroads demon, michael]

shadowsusannah.livejournal.com

It's been a week of mixed emotions for Susannah, and although the inauguration of President Romney in her world is a serious anchor, elation is still winning handily. President Obama, in the Keystone world! Rose going to a protest! She never thought she'd live to see the day. In either case.

She has not had as much time for Milliways since Eddie came home, but tonight is a daddy-daughter event, and she is happy to have an evening to herself.

She has a gimlet on her table; she is also hiding a gun and possibly a photo album in the pockets of her wheelchair. I would fear the photo album more, if I were you. She hardly ever shoots people in the bar, and that was in the knees. Knees don't count.

vyvyan

Vyvyan doesn't look so great today.

He has his pyjamas on, over the top of his usual clothes, and suddenly gives a violent sneeze of bright green mucus, which spurts across the bar in a projectile fashion.

Bar offers him a very large tissue. You may want to stand back.

[tinytag: Vyvyan]