milliways_bar | Mar. 14th, 2009

Mar. 14th, 2009

licensed-pro.livejournal.com

Charlie's in an oversized chair near the corner, opposite the Window, with music playing in his ears loud enough to drown everything else out. He's debating doing something other than reading, but isn't sure what.

He doubts the Bar would give him anything sharp enough to cut much, given the last week.

[OOC: Teja thread millitimed to friday evening]

navyafterone

It's May in James-land, which means he has exams.

This means he is sitting at a table with a glass of Coke, frowning at a textbook.

Ugh. He shouldn't have left his PSP at home. Video games are way more interesting than A/S level Physics.

[ tag: james adams ]

yesthatbella.livejournal.com

[After a very restless sleep --]

-- Bella Swan backs into Milliways, dressed in sweats and a t-shirt, awake but still clinging a little too purposefully to the remnants of a dream.

She's not entirely surprised to be here, considering.

Here's probably faster, anyway, she decides, factoring in the slowness of her internet connection. Even if Bar didn't hand out laptops, it did hand out something almost as useful.

"Do you have any books on --"

Bella glances around surreptitiously.

"-- vampires?" she finishes the sentence in a whisper, just in case. "Like an encyclopedia or something, maybe?"

Bar obliges by giving her a book titled Vampires A - Z, a moderately thick volume with a fairly discreet cover, and, helpfully, a pencil and some post-it notes.

"Thanks," she grins at Bar and finds herself an out-of-the-way booth where she can read and jot down her findings in peace.

kemo_soggy

On the one hand, Moist would kind of like to be able to get to Doc's apartment on the first try again. It's amazing, the kind of things you take for granted until they're not there anymore.
On the other, Bar's repertoire apparently includes waterproof books. He can totally work with that, and by work with, we mean enjoy the hell out of.
So: He's at a table, reading a book and waiting for the sandwich he ordered to get a little less stale (he's found it's easier to start with stale bread, in the interests of not having a mushy sandwich by the time he's done).

(OOC: Possible slowtime, but open until it scrolls off.)

[tiny damp tag: Moist]

dog-of-mishap.livejournal.com

After four hours of trying to write this post being constantly distracted by this narrator's father who dragged them away for a series of misadventures including gathering free books discovered from a Craig's List ad and then a bike trip to the library, bank and the post office Vext is finally done messing with the attempts to get him into the bar.

The unassuming god of mishap and misfortune is staring miserably at his cup of mocha frappachino with caramel (he wanted a cup of hot coco) at the bar. He's trying not to scratch himself. Vext has just come back from an amazing adventure of getting stuck in an elevator with a talking detective chimp and a frightened giant squid. It ended in fleas.

Vext is entirely botherable. And it is assumed that since he is a god himself the other gods will recognize him as he would recognize them.

[[Tiny tag of misfortune: Vext]]

aaaaaaaagh_sky

On The Matter Of Giant Fire-Breathing Ants:

After encountering a small boy among the smouldering ruins of his home settlement, Ellen came to Milliways looking for information and help. She didn't get much information, but she got plenty of help, and she, Tanya Adams, Spoon, Valeria Von Doom, Hellboy, and Yuuno Scrya headed out to investigate.

They found Grayditch, where the ants breathe fire, the nuclear-powered cars explode, and you are best advised not to get separated from your family if you ever want to see them again.

Upon confirming that the ants were coming from the local metro station tunnels and that Bryan's father was dead, our heroes set off to find the source of the giant fire breathing ants. They found a scientist, and a lot more questions...

And ultimately, all of them but one found their way back to Milliways.

[tinytag: Ellen (Vault 101 Dweller), Hellboy, Yuuno Scrya, Tanya Adams, Valeria Von Doom, Spoon. Thank you all so much for participating!]

candied-rabbit.livejournal.com

Momiji is sitting at the Bar, today, reading a teenage, fashion magazine.

Or, at least, he was reading, up until a few minutes ago. Now, he's leafing through it slowly, occasionally squinting at a block of text or a picture, and blinking at it for a few moments, his face a picture of utter confusion.

He's beginning to suspect that this magazine might not be from a universe anything like his own. There are, to begin, some immediately striking oddities - for instance, the pages he's currently lingering on purport to show a spread of back-to-school outfits, even though everyone pictured appears to be wearing pajamas.

(Which, really, Momiji would wear to school in a heartbeat.)

But, then, there are the even stranger things, like the one presently making him turn his gaze towards the Bar and give an exasperated sigh.

"Ms. Bar, this magazine's just making stuff up - grue can't be the new black. It's not even a color. Or a word."

Anyone want really strange fashion advice?

piesordeath.livejournal.com

Ned is not usually one for making a big deal of the holidays (Halloween, in particular) but Pi Day is one he nerdily enjoys celebrating - for obvious reasons.

This would, of course, be the explanation for the lovely scent of cherry - or apple - or three-plum wafting through the air.

It is the smell of freshly-baked pie and you're welcome to have a slice to celebrate Pi Day. Nevermind the slightly disgruntled waitrats who look a little flustered at seeing their kitchen being - more or less - taken over by the Piemaker. (He promised he'd clean it up as soon as he was done.)

Scrumptious slices of assorted pie are being offered at celebratory discount prices; all the money earned from this endeavour will go to the Bar's many charities. And the sign in colourful chalk states this.

Just see the piemaker and ask for some pie - that's all there is to it.

tiny!tag: chuck charles, barty lampion, the old firm, teddy altman

[ooc: mod/bar-mod-approved. open until pi day ends! have at!
eta: and now I must call slowtime on threads, please. Thanks for tagging!]

eisenheimhaus.livejournal.com

Eventually, the next time Eduard is in the bar he receives a short note from a Tyler Darrow asking for an estimate for a jewelry box. Eduard's face brightens considerably: his first Milliways commission!

( Herr Darrow: )

[tinytag: eisenheim]

alertcommando

There is a Tanya sitting at a booth. In her half-uniform, carrying her guns. She looks tired, tense and restless, but there is also a small grin dancing on her lips, a feral grin.

It might have something to do with the newspaper she is reading from:

Evacuation of Greece Completed - Southern Allied Forces Retreated Intact - Counter-Offensive pushes past the Rhine

Of course, you need to know German to read the headlines... or you could ask her.

[ Tanya Adams ]

feminine-menace.livejournal.com

St. Patrick's Day can be a perilous time for an attractive young woman on or near the UCLA campus if she isn't wearing green. Fortunately, YT knows how to protect herself: she has essentially perfected her delivery of the statement "Pinch me and I'll castrate you." She is proud of her ability to get the point across to even the most toasted fratboys she encounters.

She's surprised to find herself in Milliways instead of the library, but that's fine: she can study here, and she can have a snack. And not worry about drunk undergrads looking for an excuse to pinch her.

Totally botherable.

blowupthefloats

It's a markedly more cheerful Munch who walks through Milliways tonight. (He may even be whistling.) But then, if you'd recently been reunited with a friend who had spent years in Witness Protection, you'd be happy too.

Tonight's Specials
Straight Law Cocktail
Lawhill Cocktail
Alexandra

Happy Hour has commenced, patrons of Milliways. What'll it be?

born-running.livejournal.com

Possibly it's a coincidence, or the maybe the Bar is having a joke, or it could even be that there's a universal significance to this date.

It's probably a coincidence.

Regardless, one Luke Smith steps into the bar. He hit a growth spurt over his time away, leaving him noticeably taller and with a deeper voice*, but Luke is still the same Alien Experiment Boy all have come to know and love. (Except for the Daleks business, but everyone in the Whoniverse has to have a run-in with them sometime.)

At any rate, he grins at the bar and finds himself a booth.

Come welcome him back to Milliways?

*The munagement's baby is growing up. D: D: D:

ostro_goth

Teja is relaxing by the fireplace, sprawled out with all three cats sleepily vying for attention.

He is wearing jeans and a tee-shirt from the 2004 Athens Olympics that Eirene had given him, long ago; his hair is tied up at the nape of his neck, and he has no shoes. He seems to be trying to look as un-war-like and un-Goth-like as possible today.

There is a mug of tea, which he would drink if his hand were not completely occupied with scritching cats, which is a chore as it is -- distributing only two hands to three cats!

Teja's memory loss has ended, and Charlie has forgiven him. The afterlife is quite all right at the moment.-

callmemajor

Lorne's door is back.

He really wishes he could figure out why it disappears sometimes. As it is, he just takes the forced confinement as a sort of bonus vacation.

Which is now over, it seems.

He stops by the bar for one last beer before going home.

tiny!tag: Evan Lorne, doppelganger-plot

[ooc: Very last Doppelganger post. :D]

fiery_ring

Carlotta is in a booth near the trilobite tank, writing five hundred lines. It was worth it, so she's accepting it gracefully and is just glad she didn't get into more trouble.

'I must not be late to bed.'

[tinytag: Carlotta Brown]

shadowsusannah.livejournal.com

[OOC: OOM: spending all your time on drama, could be solving real crime]

von-teschen.livejournal.com

Sophie still hasn't quite gotten used to the idea of the bar appearing behind doors when she's with Eduard. She certainly isn't expecting it to appear behind her own cupboard door.

But she's also certainly not complaining. After a quick look over her shoulder to make sure nobody is watching, she slips inside and trots over to the bar to order tea, beaming.

(There's a carefully crafted oval locket hanging on a chain around her neck. Every so often -- when she's not distracted by taking in the goings-on of the bar with wide, wondering eyes -- her hand strays up to toy with it, and a small smile crosses her face.)

[tinytag: sophie von teschen]

bringonthewonder

[OOM: It's always nice, if you've been away for a bit, to bring your fiancee back a small momento of your trip.]

parkerlee

[OOC: Millitimed to Wednesday night after an enlightening talk with Meg.

Parker takes what turns out to be some excellent advice.

ellectrical

Elle's sitting cross-legged on a table, hunched over slightly. She's holding out her hands, fingers spread and the tips just barely an inch apart.

At the moment, sparks so small that they look like bright blue pieces of thread are twining between her fingers. She's being quiet enough that this might be difficult to see at first.

[TinyTag: Nikola Tesla.]

ladyfirestarter

Charlie McGee's in the bar, sipping hot cocoa laced with creme de menthe and leafing through a newspaper.

(Sort of a newspaper, anyway. She's chuckling at the article headlined Redcoat Holdouts Still Fighting American Revolution, at the moment.)

guppy_sandhu

[oom: Holby has its mandatory triannual major incident. Guppy decides to help.]

Guppy comes in, looking tired out and Not Amused. He resents people hitting him with a posterboard whilst he's trying to give first aid; it seems to reject the principles of freedom to protest.

"I need tea." he says to a passing rat, flopping on a couch. "And a bowl of double chocolate chip ice cream please."

He might need an ice pack as well, but he's too busy feeling cross at the moment to think about that.