milliways_bar | Mar. 6th, 2009

Mar. 6th, 2009

felon-spice.livejournal.com

After school, Zoe decides that she doesn't feel like going home just yet and, lo and behold, she catches a glimpse of one of the shimmery doors.

She steps through and is happy to find herself in Milliways. She orders a chocolate shake from Bar and settles in to people watch.

[I may be SP on and off, but feel free to tag in through the weekend, though if I get overwhelmed, I may change my mind on that.

tinytag: Zoe Carter, Jo Lupo]

madeyoudodge

[In Milliways, last night: Cathy falls asleep]

Cathy wakes up in an armchair, swallowing a shout.

Once she gets oriented, she orders coffee and holds it close to herself. (The coffee keeps coming, she doesn't fall asleep.)

[OOC: Doppleganger plot; first post with an OOC note gets the plot. :). ~~I'll be here-and-there as I am homeworking but!~~ I am gone to a club meeting but feel free to tag in for later! :)]

[Tiny tags: Catherine Bloom, Doppleganger plot]

aaaaaaaagh_sky

OOM: Craterside Supply

Ellen ducks into Milliways with a massive backpack on and a hairy tan bundle under one arm. "Bar?" she says as she unshoulders the backpack; she's got her Talon combat armor on underneath, although she's done her best to rub the claw insignia off. "Can I get some Nuka-Cola and something to eat, please? I'm heading for the ruins and I don't want to dip into my supplies yet."

When the bottle and burger appear, Ellen puts a handful of caps on the bar top in exchange. She moves to a table a few moments later, sets the bundle aside, and falls to eating.

[Tinytag: Ellen (Vault 101 Dweller). This is not the recruitment post for Grayditch. I'll put that up once the prethreading's done.]

justdidntseeit

[ oom: pause the tragic ending for just a moment more
draw the dresser out and slide it to the door ]

[ ooc: millitimed to last week ]

hapan-heiress.livejournal.com

[OOM: we had our mindset
all things go all things go]

almosthonorable

[ (quasi) oom: happiness is a warm gun ]

[ tiny tags: ben wade, charlie monroe ]

mogget_cat

The piano bench has someone occupying it, tonight. Yrael feels like composing something: composing something to be actually written down, even. He just doesn't know what, yet, and it is mildly vexing.

Like a cat who is not sure whether he wants tuna or trout for supper.

So for now, his hands merely wander across the keys, plying into sound the tuneless tension of a discussion across the bar which shows signs of soon becoming an argument.

(Tiny Tag of the Terrible Twosome: The Old Firm)
(Tiny Sexually Therapeutic Tag: Charlie Monroe)

Current Mood: pensive

gondolin-noble.livejournal.com

Glorfindel is in a ridiculously good mood. Possibly it's because spring is finally starting to come to their little valley. Perhaps it's because a group of dwarves passed by the valley today, and nothing is quite so much fun as heckling dwarves.

It's probably because he just proved to two elflings of his acquaintance that 'older than you' doesn't equate to 'slower than you', and he's pretty sure Elrohir and Elladan will have quite a time getting all of the mud out of their clothing after being dropped repeatedly on the messy drilling field.

One armed elf, being rather bouncy and more... himself than usual, at your service, Milliways.

(OOC note: Any non-brawl threads to be millitimed prior to the one with Galadan. Once Galadan and Glor start mixing it up, feel free to get your pup involved. Threadhopping, threads of alternate and conflicting realities, and general piling on encouraged. Bother. Our pups are too polite and sane just now. *thumps them*)

l33t-mouse.livejournal.com

Mouse is sitting at a table by the Window, looking out at the dying stars and sipping a Blue Screen of Death.

The hacker has been in a bit of a funk recently. While the arrival of Mairi - Bob and Dot's baby - was an occasion of unadulterated joy for most of those close to the family, Mouse has reason to feel...ambivalent about it. Mairi doesn't seem to like Mouse very much, and Mouse thinks she's figured out why.

Even if things were fine on that front, Mouse would still be worried. Mairi's format is not completely unprecedented (there's her dad after all), but it's mostly unknown, and Mouse has been thinking about the possible implications. She wants to talk about this with Bob and/or Dot at some point, but it's not in her kernel to spoil their good mood - or give them yet another thing to be concerned about, beyond the things that most first-time parents with a new baby are concerned about.

Meanwhile, she's trying to do her thinking quietly and out of the way.

hero_farmboy

[OOM: Sometimes, family reunions just aren't meant to be.

Especially when there are unforseen consequences.]

henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com

Indy is propping the bar up tonight, at his usual spot, with his usual drink and with his usual laidback poise. Somewhat unusually however, there's a bar towel draped over his shoulder. To address this state of affairs, a napkin appears after a little while. There's no written message on it, just a simple arrow that points across the counter.

"Yeah, yeah. Fine," he concedes. "It'd be nice if I could do it from here though."

Chuckling, he slides off his stool and moseys round to the business side.

"Alright, folks. Bar's open. Same as always."

[tiny tags: The Old Firm, Camille Montes]

burning-evil.livejournal.com

For once Satan isn't sitting by the observation window, observing the bar. He's at the bar itself, knocking back a considerable amount of whiskey because he likes to imagine the burn. He also does a good imitation of being drunk but trusting that...or anything else he says, does or thinks...probably isn't a good idea.

protecthefuture

There has been a lot on Sarah's mind and she looks tired as can be. Things have gone so wrong on her end of the world. Things that she'd not talk about with complete and utter strangers. Either way she's at a table with her head down. (refer to icon if need be) And even though she is tired, she hasn't been sleeping. Nor does she plan to.

So the mother of the future leader of mankind is definitely botherable.

captainryan.livejournal.com

It's been near a month since Captain Ryan met Dr. Song. It seems like time has flown since then, the fastest since he's been in the bar. It's still a little bewildering for him but, having confirmed with Ray that he's not under any sort of outside influence, he's not going to complain. Things are good right now.

He knows, however, that situations like this rarely last. Yet another reason to not drop his guard in a crowded bar.

[Dr. River Song]

uncloakndagger.livejournal.com

"Merde!"

This comes from the Door where a man has just rushed in with a BLU devil on his heels. Spy slams the Door shut on the flames threatening to engulf him, though not before a spot of fire catches his sleeve. He quickly pats it out with a gloved hand and a scowl for the scorch mark and small blood spots dotting the silk.

"And zhis iz a new suit, too."

[Tiny not-on-fire tag: A RED Spy]

not_lugosi

Bela sits at a table tonight, and not her usual booth. She's reading through one of the reference books X obtained for her and writing down notes as she goes.

She's been hanging out at Milliways a while now. She doesn't want to think about the time that's passed on her world. Maybe a week or so to the two weeks or so she's been here? She ought to get back. Thank God the maid feeds her cat, or Bela would feel really guilty about now.

Truth be told, she's a little stir crazy. If she's going to slip away, escape her world this way, then she's going to have to get used to being more constrained. It's no big deal, really.

Much better than the alternatives.

Tiny, almost forgotten tags: Bela Talbot, the Crossroads Demon, RED Spy

soulkeepersong.livejournal.com

The great metallic bronze dragon comes to land by the Caribbean inlet a bit roughly, spraying up sand in all directions. It's been a while since he came down from the mountain, but apparently still not long enough for the snow to finish melting (hence the Caribbean inlet). Not that a little snow makes him cold, but as a rule of wing, he tends to prefer warmer temperatures.

However, salt water is not good for drinking, so the dragon will be wandering down the shore until he gets to the fresh portion of the lake. Even if it means he has to wander through the wet mucky stuff.

[OOC: Mun is trying third person rather than first for Kédra. Feel free to poke.}

rightful-heir.livejournal.com

Most people don't like Mondays.

It's the beginning of the workweek, the end of the weekend; no one really wakes up until Tuesday, but of course they're expected in on Monday bright and early. So yes, most people don't like Mondays.

Arthur Penhaligon, however, had more reason than most to hate Mondays. After all, he'd nearly died on a Monday. Then, on the following Monday, well, it was an extensive list, all the things that'd happened on Arthur's Monday but the fact that he was now in charge of them wasn't much of a balm over the fact that the Fetchers had started all manner of troubles back at home, from setting fire to the library to, well, he didn't want to think about it, frankly. As one doesn't, when one's greatest fears are realized.

That was why, when he stepped through the doorway to the bar at the end of the Universe, Arthur Penhaligon (who was usually a rather agreeable boy, if somewhat skittish and not particularly as good with people as some of the rest of his family) looked distinctly displeased.

"All right, where am I now?"

[tiny, mildly infuriated tag: arthur penhaligon][apologies on the wait; notifs didn't work for some reason]

no-tactdiplomat.livejournal.com

There is a 1/6 sized H2 Hummer ambulance out back tearing through what's left of the snow. It seems to be practising sharp turns and other fancy driving. The driver may be enjoying themselves, or they may be running through physics equations to see how far they can push their tires.

It's hard to get terrain like this when one lives in the desert. Watch out for the tire spray.

[Tiny tag: Ratchet, Ellen (Vault 101) ]

bringonthewonder

It's been a long week.

Not that that is saying much, these days. All the weeks are long. Stressful and boring and gut-wrenching and dull all at once.

But it's over, at least until the next way-out-of-office-hours call comes in from someone with "a couple of questions, Ms. Montenegro," and Angela has a glass of wine and her sketch pad.

She's sketching a scene at a pond -- cheerful looking frogs and dragonflies.

And she's humming.

Rodgers and Hammerstein.

"In My Own Little Corner."

scurlock

After talking with Ellen, Doc had gone outside to put away the tack he'd been working on earlier, and taken Nova out for a good ride around the lake to kill the last hours of the afternoon. Now he's sitting in a chair out back, not minding the slight chill in the air, and working on smoking a cigarette.

Rough life and all, at the end of the universe.

[ooc: ~~Botherable, but please ping before tagging as it is getting late...~~ Gone to bed.]

ellectrical

When Elle comes down into the Bar, she very briefly seems to be looking for someone.

This lasts may all of a few seconds, before she's apparently distracted by something on the ceiling, and then nearly running into a waitrat, and then following another waitrat in a series of activities that eventually ends with her at the Bar sipping a soda.

It has a somewhat ridiculously loopy blue straw. The temptation to pull it out and knot it up further might be obvious.

[TinyTag: Ratchet]

parkerlee

Parker is sitting in an easy chair, feet propped up, a textbook (Regency England: The World of Jane Austen) open in her lap.

Reading, at least to the casual observer. Though anyone watching for more than a minute or too would see that periodically her eyelids drift to half-mast and her head bobs like a half-inflated balloon.

Laura's party had been a blast, but it had taken a lot out of Parker (and she's not sure, but she may be suffering from some Milliways version of jet-lag).

The same can be said of dance class, study-group, babysitting her professor's twins, going bike riding with Seth......

It's been a very full week.

But Parker would definitely prefer not to fall asleep in the middle of Milliways. There could be snoring involved.