Mar. 7th, 2009

[identity profile] yesthatbella.livejournal.com
"Oh, come on! I wasn't even trying for the kitchen that time!"

Milliways, have one semi-frustrated and mildly amused teenage girl.

Bella Swan has returned to Milliways, and despite her initial grumbling, decides she'll take a break wherever she can get one. (Never mind the fact that she's still about 85% sure she dreams this place; she's got Macbeth to review and isn't really looking forward to school today anyway.)

Thus she can be found sitting in a nearby booth, reading the Scottish Play and waiting for her just-arrived coffee to cool off enough to be drinkable.
[identity profile] shadowsusannah.livejournal.com
[OOC: OOM: Friday night, X-23 visited White Plains for Rose's birthday dinner, stayed the night with Rose and Emmy, and stuck around for a birthday party the following afternon.

She's not the only one having an eventful week.

(row a boat across the ocean; dig a hole under the fence)]
[identity profile] sweetdinoangel.livejournal.com
Even with school and everything else that has happened, she's in a pretty good mood. So finding Milliways again just brightens her day. Not that hanging around Ethan and Conner don't. But still... She walks over and finds a place to sit her bag being sat beside her even as she has a wait rat get her a hot chocolate. And while that's happening she leans back and picks up her guitar starting to strum a few notes before going into a song. The world around her has seemed to fade away for the moment.

ExpandTrue Love )

[OOC: Song True Love belongs to Emma Lahana who plays Kira.]
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[personal profile] aleister_author
Tyler is taking some time in front of the couch today. Legal pad, calculator and mechanical pencil in hand. He's budgeting.

Seriously, they want how much for party hats?

OOC: Get your explanations here! Or in IC conversations, um, here. Whichever.

Tiny Tag: Tyler Darrow, the Old Firm
[identity profile] onceareaper.livejournal.com
Urahara enters in a swirl of robes, a large, ribbon-wrapped box in his hands. It even has wrapping paper on it - with bunnies, of course. Attached to the (pink, of course) ribbon is a tag, and on the tag, written in elegant script, is a brief note:

To Ellen, for her Protection

Tragically, his grand entrance is rather ruined, since he can't see Ellen anywhere. Alas. It does take a bit of figuring out, but soon he discovers that the Bar can also serve as a package delivery system. Since payment is deferred, he has no problem letting the box and its contents (a rather sturdy helmet, with quite a number of not-entirely-legal upgrades, and pink bunny on the side) disappear into the Bar's care.

Time for sake!
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[personal profile] theflyingsquirl
(Hibernation iteration 3. Almost springtime.)

If one's entire existence is defined in relation to another person--in this case, a permanent state of archrivalry--if one is defined as not-the-other, then a change in either is reflected in the other one. And what is the opposite of an antihero, anyway, an antivillain? It only takes a minor change; one star sets, another rises.

Which is a roundabout way of saying that the mutant man-squirrel walking into the bar this evening is, while it lasts, a superhero: all-American, loyal protector of the environment even in as crowded and polluted a place as Skyline City. Back in television again, this time as a news correspondent, in what should be the least effective cover identity ever (can't hide the ears or tail), but it somehow works. They grow 'em stupid in Skyline City.

Superheroing is hard work, though. He is tired, and bruised, and in need of nothing so much as a beer and a hot meal, which is his goal today as he heads for the bar. He wouldn't mind company.

[tiny tag: squirrel]
[identity profile] nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com
Ace has figured it out. It took time, but all the best experiments do.

Yes, she's figured out the best booth to sit at to get the best trajectory to toss her own little cocktail of wax, chemicals, and never-you-mind into the fire for random bursts of color and flame.

It's like darts.

Just... with better visual effects.

Happy Hour!

Mar. 7th, 2009 08:06 pm
[identity profile] whatsatisfiesme.livejournal.com
There's a blonde behind the Bar, tonight, jerking, now and again, uncomfortably at the tie on his uniform.

This isn't quite what he planned on spending the evening doing, when he came in - but, apparently, he is doing it. There are specials up on the board behind him and everything.

Given the slightly peeved look that flashes across his face, whenever he turns his eyes over his shoulder towards said board, though, they weren't the specials he would have picked, if he'd had a choice.

So...special, sweet, innocent-themed happy hour is go?

"...Hmmph." he grumbles, before calling in a voice that he's obviously having to force himself to make audible, let alone loud: "Happy hour!"
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[OOC: Militimed to a few days ago, the last plans are reviewed]

Ramon's in a booth, smoking a fat cigar and watching the bar at large. There's a night-vision scope on the table in front of him and he's idly squeezing one of those physio tennis balls in his left hand. Still killing time but not much left now.
[identity profile] precocioustilda.livejournal.com
Here's a sight that Milliways hasn't seen before.

An eight-year-old girl sitting at a table close by the fireplace area, with a pile of books to her left and a mug of hot chocolate to her right.

(Usually she's behind the Bar.

Usually she's also seven.)
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[personal profile] and_3_quarters
The door opens to admit a rather scruffy and overexcited mongrel dog, being chased by Adrian.

"Haven't you got me in enough trouble today?" he asks the dog when he catches up with it.

The dog wags its tail, then bounces off to introduce himself to everyone else in the room, with the teenager following for damage control.

[tinytag: Adrian Mole]
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[personal profile] guppy_sandhu
Guppy is out back, training with the punch bag.

He's physically quite tired, but he doesn't want to get out of practice. Chances are he'll still have plenty of scrapes to get out of. He's trying to get his technique refined so that he can do it without messing his knuckles up.
[identity profile] twiceahero.livejournal.com
When Babs rolls into Milliways this evening she's grinning like the proverbial cat. Her proverbial canary? One Roland Desmond. Or, more precisely, one Roland Desmond's most recent set of off-shore accounts.

She was really enjoying imagining the look on Blockbuster's face when his computer security guys explained this one to him.

If she were someone else, she might even whistle merrily. But for now the grin would just have to do.