milliways_bar | Feb. 11th, 2009

Feb. 11th, 2009

[ oom: ]

walking like a one-man army
fighting with the shadows in your head
living out the same old moment
knowing you'd be better off instead
if you could only
say what you need to say

[ ooc: millitimed to the week before the super bowl; warnings for language in the third link ]

fish-whisperer.livejournal.com

There's an Atlantean at the bar. No, no, not the drink. The tall blond in orange and green. Yeah, the cute one toweling off after a morning swim in the lake.

(Yes, he's wearing trunks and a tank top)

Come say hello to AC.

tiny tag: Arthur Curry

almosthonorable

Benjamin Wade's had better mornings.

As evidenced by his limp and the mud streaking his boots, chaps, and one entire arm of his jacket when he walks in the back door.

He just wanted an early-morning ride to give Gabriel a workout.

And he had. From the lake to the inlet, then they'd headed toward the woods, and --

Goddamn demon bunnies.

He'll get changed soon enough; right now, he's headed for the counter. He needs coffee.

[ tiny tags: billy kaplan, charlie monroe ]

smart-house.livejournal.com

[OOM: Before Jo's appearance in Milliways, SARAH reports in to her employer.]

[Director of Tinytags: Nathan Stark]

aimedforthemoon

Paperwork is a necessary evil, especially when filing for a transfer. Esfir knows this. She is doing this of her own free-will.

She also hates paperwork.

So, one tiny pilot in the bar, dressed in her flightsuit with her boots on the table, swinging idly on her chair and very, very absently filling in forms on her datapad.

At least this way she doesn't run the risk of getting ink all over herself.

tiny!tag: the russian astronaut

Current Mood: working

aaaaaaaagh_sky

OOMs: Minefield
Radiation

[Spoilers for Fallout 3.]

The door swings open on a dusty, bright August day. Ellen ducks through the door, the butt of a rifle poking out from the side of her military-issue backpack. It's not the sort of thing one just leaves lying around, after all. She's gone back to her armor-supplemented jumpsuit; it's actually kind of comfortable. The pack, however, is not, so she unshoulders it as soon as she gets the chance and places a hand on the Bar. "Is there any chance I could get a bowl of noodles that hasn't been irradiated clear to kingdom come?" she asks.

Bow tie pasta with garlic, olive oil, and pignoli nuts is apparently Bar's idea of an appropriate response, even if Ellen has no clue what the dickens the little brown things are. There's a bottle of Nuka-Cola to go with it.

"Um. Thanks, I think," she says politely. She pays out her caps and heads over to one of the tables.

[tinytag: Ellen (Vault 101 Dweller), Annabelle Newfield]

betagainstme

As the door opens, one can hear the noise of a busy cafeteria in the small high school of Forks, Washington. The teenagers are loud and the food smells bad and Alice was making an annoyed face as she stepped through.

Of course, Milliways is always a cause for a smile, if not a slightly wary one. Her arguments with her husband are still fresh on her mind as she stepped in further.

But it's quiet (for the most part) here, and the people aren't so overwhelming and she can be distracted from just wanting to get home and finish redecorating her bedroom, so she quite contentedly plopped into an armchair in front of the window.

Yayyy.

sparkletag: alice cullen, ~~sparkledaddy~~ carlisle cullen, jasper hale (*mourns whitlock*), rosalie hale

benloserz.livejournal.com

Benjamin A. Winchester.

Newspaper, the Detroit Herald.

Sipping coffee, the young man is frowning at a news item and muttering under his breath.

alt-hulk.livejournal.com

[OOM: Now I'm the other man, no one's rootin for me. If I'm the other man, nature will abhorr me.]

Teddy wanders out to the bar, eyes red and face blotchy even after he's washed it... and it won't shift away, either. He hasn't felt quite right for the past few days, and this is just the kicker. He knows it would never, ever happen, but he just can't shake the feeling because it was all so real...

"Can I get a cup of tea?" he asks Bar, voice quiet, and a good bit pitiful. "Thanks."

[ OOC: Sorry for being so slow with this, but... doppelganger plot! First to post with an OOC comment gets the plot - info here and here. Billy's thread is chronologically last.]

[tiny tag: Teddy Altman]

Current Music: Sloan - The Other Man

onlyneed1shot.livejournal.com

[OoM: Dominic Greene isn't the easiest man to get a hold of]

tiny!tag: camille montes

Current Mood: frustrated

and_3_quarters

'I was just heading upstairs to put on another layer of clothing, since Mum and Mr Lucas still seemed to be fixing the boiler. He certainly knows how to make himself useful. If it weren't for him, I'd probably be frozen stiff by the morning.

I was pleasantly surprised to open my bedroom door and step into warmth. I was also quite generally surprised to discover that I was standing in a bar.'

Adrian hovers in the doorway, looking around the room, then back behind himself to confirm that there was indeed a staircase. Then, he gingerly reaches out and checks that there isn't a solid mass where his bedroom wall should be, which might imply visual hallucination.

When on inspection the bar appears to be a solid place, he hovers uncertainly, unsure what to do next.

[tinytag: Adrian Mole]

justcallmefee

“The greatest gift is a portion of thyself.”

~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

[ tiny tag tied up with a bow: fiona glenanne ]

candied-rabbit.livejournal.com

Momiji has been somewhat out of spirits for the past few days. Perhaps being Bound caught up to him or he came down with a case of the winter blues or, possibly, the sight of someone eating a human hand in front of him was just really, really, really disturbing.

Nevertheless, tonight, he's back on the ball and in top form!

Or, at least, in his goofiest form. Because he appears to be bustling around a table near the center of the Bar, settling stuffed animals here and there around it. There's a plate of cookies in the center, along with a big pot of some sort of steamy liquid. He's even set out a small mug at each seat, even the ones unoccupied by teddy bears and plush rabbits.

"There!" he announces, sitting down in one of the remaining, free spaces, when he's done.

He's having a tea party, you see!

And there's even room for a few actual people left at the table!

mogget_cat

Because the mun fails at being completely awake when being bombarded by the antibiotic answer to slash-and-burn-and-salt-the-earth, the bartender is behind the bar a bit later than usual, tonight.

She rushes through getting up the Specials Board, not even bothering to look through the books of drink recipes.

Specials!
Know a riddle or two? Test your wits!
Stump the bartender and get your drink half-off!

Whew. There we go. Yrael tucks her longer-than-usual white hair behind her ear and grins at the patrons of the bar. "Happy Hour, everyone!"

Current Mood: cheeky

ofthefamily

[OOM: 1925, somewhere just outside Philadelphia.

"If I were anyone else. Anyone else than who I am, I would kill you right now without hesitation."]

[tinytags: carlisle cullen, esme cullen]

falconryu.livejournal.com

Ryu Hayabusa is outside, with his bag of practice weapons.

Practicing.

Of course, for him, 'practice weapons' mean 'weapons he set aside for regular practice', not dummy weapons. Even his unsharpened swords are real metal, with real weight, and the wooden swords can be used to deliver a real beating.

But right now, he is going over a few kata, enjoying the crispy cool weather.

Curious watchers or one of his students would certainly not be turned aside.

hecu_marine

OOM:

Hang your collar up inside
Hang your dollar on me
Listen to the water still
Listen to the causeway
You are mad and educated
Primitive and wild
Welcome to the occupation

Here we stand and here we fight
All your fallen heroes

[tinytags: Adrian Shephard (Half-Life: Opposing Force), Barney Calhoun (Half-Life: Blue Shift, Half-Life 2), Chell Johnson (Portal). Special voice appearance by Adam Baldwin.]

young_gun_billy

Billy isn't reading, but he sure seems rather calm sitting with a whetstone in one hand and a fair sized blade in the other. On the table in front of him there's a bottle of tequila and a shot glass along with a chunk of wood.

It seems Mr. Bonney aims to do some whittling once he's got his blade ready.

He's a spit and sharpen guy but doesn't make the task overly disgusting. In fact he's even whistling a tune, a slow ballad that seems to tickle him quite a bit given the smile he's wearing.

He's sans hat tonight but, as ever when he's about, he's got his guns on his hips; the first chamber empty on each as a kind of safety.

fiery_ring

[oom: Let battle commence.]

Carlotta is flopped on a sofa, staring at the ceiling and thinking.

On one hand, it would be super fun to represent her temporary school for gymnastics. On the other hand, it would draw attention somewhat to her ability to do gymnastics, something which she assured her father that she'd not advertise too much.

But somehow these things just seem to happen. It's in her blood, in her instinct, to roll rather than fall, to leap and flip, to climb. The circus still runs through her veins, her odd graceful surprise movements coming out almost at random, without her even thinking about it.

She sucks on a mint humbug and ponders her dillemma.

[tinytag: Carlotta Brown]

latino_menace

Ramon looks much better when he comes down to the bar tonight. He's not planning on staying around really but he wanted to take care of something. So he goes to the Bar and says;

'Clear Doc Scurlock's tab, would you? And I need more smokes.'

A carton appears next to a note saying, 'Done.' He nods and picks the cigarettes up with the hand not bandaged up, tapping them lightly on the wood in thanks. Then he's heading back to the stairs, and his room.

an_evening_star

[OOM: A thought - If you should decide to bicker about matters that are of potential political importance, it just might be advisable to try to use your inside voices. And maybe some common sense.]