milliways_bar | Feb. 14th, 2009

Feb. 14th, 2009

gimmeachant.livejournal.com

D'Hoffryn enters the bar and leaves a manilla envelope for Bela Talbot, then orders a complex Earth cocktail that involves mare's blood. Haven't been able to get one in centuries, and even then only on the Mongolian steppes.

Just what he needs, when his TV series is stuck in a very literal development hell and he's reduced to running errands for Wolfram & Hart in the vague hope they might let him out of his contract.

Feel free to chat with a pissy vengeance demon, if that's your idea of a good time.

averyhasagun.livejournal.com

Paul Avery is not the most visible person in the bar.

(He's dressed nicely: black suit, black pants, black tie, black shoes, white shirt.)

This may be because he has just dropped off a few items at the bar that, more and more, he wonders if he should be asking to have back.

(The things in question are a white rose - a bunch seemed excessive - and a slip of paper enclosed in an envelope. Artemis is printed very clearly on the back of the envelope.)

He may also have forgotten completely that his name is not attached to either of these items.

Well, as long as it gets to its recipient.

In the meanwhile, he's going to be over here, fumbling with a glass of water.

[ tiny valentine's day tag: paul avery ]

taishar_malkier

[OOM: The ride from World's End is a long one.]

licensed-pro.livejournal.com

[OOM: Trouble Starts]

[tiny exasperated tag: Charles Monroe]

shadowsusannah.livejournal.com

[OOC: OOM: Nights tick by like a long week]

loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com

Jason is hunched over a cup of coffee, still in his woman-shape.

And not terribly happy about it.

The novelty having long since worn off, the fact that he's not doing terribly well at seducing men out of free drinks and food, and the fact that he thinks he might be PMSing have him in a serious bad mood.

Today he's going to storm that library, and if that god is not in it, he'll have to do something drastic. Maybe create a new shelving system without permission. Yeah...

Current Mood: PMSing

borne-back.livejournal.com

[ oom: we outgrow love like other things
and put it in the drawer,
till it an antique fashion shows
like costumes grandsires wore.
~ E. Dickinson ]

ostro_goth

There is an early Teja by he lake this morning, practising the forms of unarmed combat that Ryu Hayabusa taught him.

It is cold, yes -- but Teja is moving fast, and vigorously. The moment he stops moving, even only to sip some water, he will throw his cloak around his shoulders.

aleister_author

OOM: Canon puncture, inverted.

Tyler's not having a good night. Which is why he's down by the fire, with his back to the wall, an afghan over his shoulders and an extra large cup of hot chocolate.

And a Tom Holt book in hand that he stops reading regularly to look around.

He'll feel better in daylight.

Tiny dead of night Tag: Tyler Darrow

[OOC: Doppelganger plot! Info here and here, first to comment with an OOC note gets it.]

gorgonfondness

Mia comes happily waltzing into the bar, back from her spontaneous vacation with Draco to Persia and Egypt. It was long enough for them to celebrate her nineteenth birthday and Valentine's Day.

She's a little surprised to find the bar, but not displeased.

Her outfit looks like her usual robe, but with a few exotic touches. Instead of the usual ribbon, her hair is tied back in a sheer pink scarf. A birthday present from Draco. She's wearing some bangles on her wrists, A Valentine's Day present from Draco. People with keen noses will notice a touch of perfume. A What Do You Mean You Have Plenty Of Presents? present from Draco. She's holding a little box of candy. A No, You Still Need More Presents present from Draco. And this isn't even half of her total presents.

She sits down at the bar and eats one of the chocolates.

You can have one, but don't let Draco see. All of those are supposed to be for his lovely wife who is most certainly not spoiled, thank you.

bluespells.livejournal.com

[Take my hand, I'll take the lead
And every turn will be safe with me
Don't be afraid, afraid to fall
You know I'll catch you through it all]

Tiny Tags: Teddy Altman, Billy Kaplan

shadowsusannah.livejournal.com

[OOC: OOM: My Funny Valentine]

clean-sober.livejournal.com

It's been a long few weeks.

One job had a hopeful result -- sixteen year old that might make it to her high school graduation if she does well with getting treatment for her eating disorder.

Another job ended in a suicide. At least the man's kids didn't have to come home to see that.

I had lunch earlier with Melissa, but now I'm back in Milliways, watching the end of the universe again.

It doesn't hold any answers.

[tiny!tag: William Banks]

vance_prime

Out of Milliways: Gordon and Alyx finally get where they're going. Nothing can possibly go wrong now, right?

...yeah, I don't believe it either.

[tinytags: Adrian Shephard]

lethe-forgets.livejournal.com

[OOM: In which, despite compelling evidence to the contrary, poppies do not actually talk. And are also entirely inadvisable presents when the desired result is not a very long nap.]

cus_im_pretty

Popcorn. Check.

Copy of Sixteen Candles on DVD. Check.

Big comfy couch in the living room for great watching of one of this alien's all time favorite movies?

Not check.

Not check at all!

There is a one-eyed, three-legged alien standing in the middle of the bar staaaaaaring.

It's interesting to note that this alien also has two tongues, they come in handy when he starts SCREAMING AT THE TOP OF HIS LUNGS!

"AAAAUUUUUUUGGGGHHHHHH!!!!"

Popcorn goes flying, arms go all flaily and here's hoping he runs out of breath soon.

Milliways, meet Mr. Pleakley.

[tiny tag of flaily: Pleakley]

i-scare-monstrs.livejournal.com

Boo likes this holiday. It is like that day with the candy but without the scary costumes. And to make it even better, everything is PINK with HEARTS!

WHO DOESN'T LOVE PINK HEARTS?!

Boo is sitting in the middle of the floor with ~~pieces of paper~~ valentines scattered all around her. She also has an impressive assortment of glitter, sparkles, glue, scissors, makers and crayons.

She is taking up an impressive quantity of floor, but stopping the flow of traffic does not seem to be bothering her conscience any. Instead she seems to be thrilled at the opportunity to make valentines for everyone who even hesitates withing her line of sight.

Come ~~stop her~~ get a Valentine!

[Tiny Tag: Boo!]

[OOC: I'm sorry guys, but with the unreliability of my internet I really need to limit the threads I've got going on. So please no more not-plot tags. I LOVE YOU GUYS ANYWAY!]

Current Mood: cheerful

not_lugosi

Bela walks in, her head high and her old confidence firmly in place. She much prefers coming here in this frame of mind, that's for damn sure.

When she approaches the bar, she frowns slightly upon seeing a manilla envelope appear with her name on it. Maybe it's from Cal? Or X?

She opens it and reads the letter inside. She frowns more.

What the hell? If arcane information or resources would be more valuable to you than money, I am certain something can be arranged. She gets a drink, settles into her regular booth and reads the letter again. Then she takes out the key (key? how the bloody hell can sunglasses be a key for anything?) and the cell phone and studies them closely.

She has no idea what to think about this.

Tiny tag: Bela Talbot, Cal Chandler, Cavilo

lil-green-apple.livejournal.com

It is Valentine's Day.

She had not realised when she entered through her Door, though given time and such, it is not necessarily the same on either side. Regardless, the goddess feels that the best way to observe the holiday is by ordering a cup of hot cocoa and curling up on a chair near the fire.

ellectrical

A few hours ago, a note appeared in front of Elle when she was having dinner at the Bar. It was shortly followed by a large book, several bouquets of red and pink roses (that Elle proceeded to shred to pieces and toss over the top of the Bar), and a few boxes of candy hearts (which got the same treatment as the roses). She's worked through these by now, and another note appears.

"Okay," Elle tells her, "But I want to see it first."

A moment later, Elle is no longer in the black slacks and white blouse she had worn down to the Bar, but a dark red dress and red heels. She pulls at the end of her skirt, and glances over her shoulder to get a look at her heels.

There's an approving smile, and she moves around to the other side of the Bar.

Pause.

"Oh, right."

Elle heads over to the Specials Board.

Valentine's
Day
Happy
Hour

Drink Specials
Sweet Heart
Chocolate Valentine
Love Potion
Kiss-In-The-Dark

(And any candy I can find.)

Yes. The words are actually sparkling. That's a Magical Bar for you.

But while there are sparkles, the Specials Board sadly has no warning concerning Elle's abilities (or lack thereof) in mixing drinks. Or how prone she may be to lighting them on fire.

On the other hand, as Elle is having fun discovering as she walks back from the Specials Board, it is a very pretty dress.

[Tiny Tag: The Old Firm, Hey Arnold!, Cal Chandler, Bela Talbot.]

[OOC: And closed. Thanks guys!]

heyfootballhead.livejournal.com

Arnold isn't terribly surprised to find himself in the bar tonight. He takes a seat at a table, orders a good old American hamburger from a waitrat, and sits back to consider his night.

He's dressed up in a nice suit (complete with bowtie) and has in his hands a single red high-heel. Child-sized, in case anyone is wondering.

He looks very...reflective. Introspective.

Lonely, maybe.

[tiny love-spurned tags: Hey Arnold, The Old Firm, Pomona, Thirteen, Bella Moriarty, Billy Kaplan]

thatinyourpipe.livejournal.com

Millitimed to the 13th through the 15th: (OOM: It's the weekend of Lupercalia Come away, come away to the woods, if you dare.)

[tiny tag of wild ancient festivals: Pan] (ooc: oom link is to the festival outside. Please see this back room note for more information.)

guppy_sandhu

Valentine's day is great for people who have someone to share it with.

For others, it sucks.

So there are two tables set up today. One one side, there is a large box of free condoms, since today is also National Condom Day.

The other, is Life Support, set up a few days early this week, in case anyone doesn't want to be alone tonight. There are sweets, small cakes, and yummy food and tea for making people feel better, lovestruck or otherwise.

LIFE SUPPORT
Open to all

reallyaduck

Duck is pacing in a small circle in front of where the door should be, arms folded in front and legs a little too far under her. There are some duck-like qualities it's hard to shake.

She's also muttering to herself. (That's not a duck-like quality. That's just Duck.)

"I've gotta get back home, I've just gotta! I mean, if I don't practice, then Mr. Cat's gonna know, and there's all those heart-shards floating around still and even if time isn't passing it sort of feels like cheating to be a girl and not be helping Mytho . . . hey, I wonder if Princess Tutu could get me out like she got me in that time at the restaurant?"

She pauses in her pacing to tug hopefully at the pendant - but she can't just turn into Princess Tutu whenever she wants, not yet. That would be too easy.

Which means she goes back to pacing.

creator_raven

Raven, a pile of cookies, two glasses of milk, a tangled skein of multi-colored thread and a pair of fuzzy bunny slippers are all ensconced in a booth.

Ten to one odds only Raven is eating the cookies and drinking the milk. Bunny slippers are herbivores.

Or--something.

He seems to be having a very good time. Blame the grin.

It is a thing that happens.

[ooc: Open until it falls off the front page.]

a1enzo

[[OOM: So she said what's the problem baby
What's the problem I don't know
Well maybe I'm...

~~Still in progress. Ask me for details-to-come if you need to.~~]]

Enzo's first Valentine's Day was...

Fun.
Romantic.
Exciting.
Magical.

And, in the single most important respect, a total failure.

Enzo is at a table, still dressed and... bodied for the occasion, trying to decide if he feels lousy or wonderful. Help him out?

{tinytag: Cal Chandler}

Current Mood: ambivalent

cutting_edgex23

X slips through the front door, pausing to take out her Security badge and pin it to her belt. It goes nicely with the X insignia, or so Cessily told her. X is still not sure it is relevant.

She obtains a sandwich from bar, plus a glass of juice, then unpacks her laptop and gets to work.

There are files to go over for the X-men: blueprints of various Purifier churches, several government bases, and the maintenance tunnels in San Francisco. Plus she's got Security paperwork due down- and upstairs.

She might be here a while. But that is okay. It is good to be useful.

[ooc: Open until it falls off the front page.]

aaaaaaaagh_sky

Out of Miliways:

Super-Duper Mart
Talon Company

[Spoilers for Fallout 3.]

The door bangs open and a grimy, bedraggled figure stomps through the door. Ellen is still wearing her Pip-Boy gauntlet, but her Vault suit's been replaced by a set of black body armor with a crudely painted white claw on the left breast, and she's carrying an oddly square-muzzled black pistol. There's a trail of dried blood down one side of her face that looks like it came from some sort of scalp injury.

"SUPER-DUPER MART STINKS," she announces to no one in particular, and stomps over to the ladies' room entrance. She's somewhat cleaner when she comes out, but she's still fuming as she grabs a Nuka-Cola from the Bar and sits down at the nearest available table.

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

timedeniedme.livejournal.com

"What's this?" Charlie asks Bar when she is presented with a bright pink pie. The question is answered with a bright pink napkin with a heart drawn on it.

"What?" Charlie squeals. "Is it really?"

A bright pink calendar appears that has a heart bubbled in around the date. "Oh wow!"

Charlie beams. She totally hadn't realized!

"Thanks, Bar," she smiles fondly. "You're the best."

And with that she scoops up her bright pink Valentine's Day pie and starts making her rounds. She totally needs to find someone to share it with so that she can find out what it tastes like.

benloserz.livejournal.com

It is Valentine's Day Eve. Ben Winchester does not have a date.

Oh, sure, he left cards and chocolates for many people, but... he does not have a date.

Nine times.

Nine times in two years, he was shot down. Five times with the 'you are so nice, but lets just be friends' talk.

All things considered, he is doing well: milkshake, a book, a seat by the fireplace, enjoying the quiet. Or pretending to, he has not flipped the page in thirty minutes.

Ben is feeling terribly lonely.