milliways_bar | Mar. 15th, 2009

Mar. 15th, 2009

m-antonivs.livejournal.com

It is the Ides of March again, though as yet, that date has no more significance for Antony than the ides of any other month. No, for him it is merely the day when he woke up, hungover and at the house of a friend, early in the afternoon of the day after celebrating the Equirria. The door he walks through now, dishevelled and with a lion-skin cloak thrown over his tunic, does not lead to his commandeered palace as he had expected, but rather to the bar. Not that he is disappointed by that, of course.

He thinks he had seen his ex-wife Antonia last night. He doesn't want to think about her, and yet there she was, unless it was a dream, or just a confused memory.

But publicly he is, and must remain, the genial ruler of the Italian peninsula while Caesar is away at war; good to his friends, gracious to those who have seen the error of their ways, and merciless to those who still oppose Caesar. If it translates to a life of decadence punctuated by violence, so be it.

He is botherable, though there are of course no guarantees on his coherence.

ofthefamily

[OOM:

Far be it from me to disappoint, Carlisle offers plainly, in the middle of a vacant sidewalk.

Carlisle is the reason why Edward's eyes are gold instead of green. Or red. Or nothing at all. He doesn't know what to make of it for a second.]

[tinytag: carlisle cullen]

i-scare-monstrs.livejournal.com

Gracie noticed that her door was back soon after she gave Bar Kassen's note, but she's been avoiding it. She hoped that she'd seen Kassen again before she left. However it's been several days and she knows she needs to get back as soon as possible to avoid too much contamination of the time line. She reluctantly says goodbye to Lellow Kake and goes through the door.

i-scare-monstrs.livejournal.com

Boo runs back through the front door, oblivious to time having passed on the other side. She runs over to the stool where Kassen had been sitting when she left.
And where there is now an empty bar stool.

"Kassen?"

She looks around, confused.

"Kassen?"

She pouts and sits down next to the bar stool.

"Kassen bad byebye."

[tiny tag: Boo]

obsessedwithfur.livejournal.com

Cruella does not enjoy doing dirty work. It's not in her nature. She is an heiress: someone who makes other people do everything that might even be even slightly unpleasant. However she has yet to find anyone who has the mixture of stupidity and lack of character she requires to be a good henchmen.

Fortunately for her plan, she carries chloroform in her purse. You never know when you'll come across a good hide. When she sees the object of her pursuit, she quietly heads over and leans down over the young one.
Eugh. Children are so disgusting.
"Hello, darling. Feeling sleepy?"

Before Boo has time to react, the white cloth is over he nose and she goes limp. Cruella picks her up and makes her best attempt to look motherly as she carries the young child toward the door. She waves away a concerned patron. "Nothing to worry about, darling, she just wore herself out. I'm gonna get her to bed." The patron smiles and goes back to her meal.

She goes through the door and smiles at a job well done.

Maybe she's been overpaying those henchmen.

[tiny tag: Boo, Cruella, The Boo Kidnapping]

works-in-space.livejournal.com

Jim looks tired. Mainly because he is. An unexpected run-in with a microscopic black star while at Warp 5 left the ship's systems in a state of disarray (though multiple redundancies in her design prevented any loss of life or catastrophic structural failure). That this occurred while Jim was asleep only adds to his exhaustion after overseeing a rapid response and eight hours of repairs in interstellar space.

Come say hello, assuming the coffee he's drinking kicks in fast enough to keep him awake.

shadowsusannah.livejournal.com

[OOC: OOM: read books, repeat quotations, draw conclusions on the walls]

aaaaaaaagh_sky

Out of Milliways:

Dr. Lesko, Or: You Want Me To Put WHAT In My Arm?
Lucky Harith

The door swings open on the dusty, dingy metal landscape of Megaton, and Ellen steps through. "Glad that's over with," she murmurs, and heads for the Bar. "Could I have something to eat that isn't two hundred years old or just shot this morning, please?"

Bar provides a bowl of something which Ellen will be poking at uncertainly for some time. Indian food didn't really catch on before the War.

[tinytag: Ellen (Vault 101 Dweller), Bryan Mills, Medusa]

onceareaper.livejournal.com

Urahara swans in, looking ridiculously pleased with himself.

Surely this is a good thing, right?

"Good Evening, Milliways! &hearts!"

chicago-son.livejournal.com

The door opens, and a very confused John Carter stumbles in.

He doesn't speak, though his body language speaks volumes.

He'd just gotten out of bed for the first time after surgery, to go to the bathroom on his own.

The bathroom appears to be very big, and a bit over populated.

<small>[OOC: First post, returning mun. Have at!]

vance_prime

Alyx isn't ready to come down to the main Bar area yet. She shouldn't be down in the main Bar area yet. But she woke up ravenously hungry, Gordon wasn't there, and if there's any means of having food delivered to one's room, she's not aware of it.

So she's tucked up against the wall in a booth near the stairs, eating a bowl of chicken soup and hoping no one spots her.

...in retrospect, she might have had a better chance of that if she hadn't brought D0G downstairs with her.

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

[tinytag: Alyx Vance, D0G, Gordon Freeman]

Current Mood: anti-social

poor-imitation.livejournal.com

[OOM: Patience is a virtue.]

It's been a good while since this person was last in the bar and they weren't here very long last time, either. So he'll take a moment to get his bearings back, looking around the bar slowly, taking everything in and letting things fall back into place.

Then he'll take a seat at the bar herself, watching the people around him and, quite possibly, listening for certain voices.

[tiny opposite tag: Bizarro]

parkerlee

Parker can’t stop smiling.

She could probably stop humming. But she doesn’t really want to.

Who knew a crossword puzzle could be so cheery?

Or it could be the fact that her first official date with Seth had been an unqualified success.

gonna_live

Kaylee will pick up her rucksack and go through the door to Osiris momentarily. Really.

It's just that she's been presented with a book when she asked for some reading material, and it's... really, really good.

She's sitting at the bar, rucksack at her feet, milkshake at hand, totally engrossed.

If Simon comes looking for her because she was supposed to be home four hours ago, somebody tip him off?

fiery_ring

[oom: Back on track.]

Carlotta is out back, going through her gymnastics routines, glad that she doesn't have to worry about what her hair gets like.

She absorbs herself in it, turning over in somersaults and cartwheels.

[tinytag: Carlotta Brown]

noteful

Meg Ford has had a very lovely weekend.

Of course, that means that now she's gotten to Sunday night and hasn't come close to finishing all the work she meant to get done in the last 48 hours.

So Meg can be found at a table covered with note cards and highlighters, books and notebooks, pens and pencils, working on her English lit homework.

It's a good night to read Julius Caesar.

[tiny tag: Meg Ford]

ostro_goth

It is morning, again.

Teja is outside by the lake shore, going through the exercises Ryu Haybusa had taught him.

He remembers them now!

He jumps, and kicks the air. It looks almost joyful.

aj_crawley

Crowley's tired, and looks it. He's been getting up earlier of late -- and while it's had its perks, he is what he is, and it's still only March. Crowley, cold-blooded, has different standards when it comes to how much sleep constitutes 'enough'.

It's paperwork season, which doesn't help; there are plenty of things he's been putting off these days, but most of those don't have submission deadlines. Today, he's spent more than a few hours walled into a corner booth by stacks of folders, empty coffee-cup turrets standing guard against the heavy grind of time.

The folders are still there; the coffee-cups aren't. And right now, neither is Crowley. He's out near the lake, bundled up against the biting twilight and letting the wind slice through the dark feathers of his wings. Next on the list: a late dinner at the Ritz, promised to Aziraphael. That one's easy. That one he can do. But he'll need to be awake.

alertcommando

The war is going well, considering it is war... but does not mean things are easy. Finding the door to Milliways, Tanya came to relax a bit and even take a nap later.

Perhaps sensing her tension, Bar greeted the commando with one of the ultimate comfort foods: double cheeseburger and a huge chocolate milkshake. Tanya's mood is improving as she enjoys her hyper-caloric treat.

[ Tanya Adams ]