milliways_bar | Apr. 17th, 2009

Apr. 17th, 2009

Out of Milliways: An Encounter at Farragut West

The door opens on a scene of mud and tumbled concrete, and shuts very, very quickly behind Ellen's armored form as she darts through. "Ew ew ew ew ew that was vile, that was just nasty," she mutters to herself, her shoulders hunched up around her ears. She's shuddering as she runs for the Bar. "I really really really need a cleanup kit of some kind, please. That was horrible. Nothing should have that many tongues. Ew."

On that note, she takes the box Bar produces for her, retreats to an area near the back door, and immediately sets to working her armor over as thoroughly as humanly possible. Because: ew.

(tinytag: Ellen (Vault 101 Dweller), Barney Calhoun]

candied-rabbit.livejournal.com

Observe, if you will, a boy and his pygmy puff, settled together at a table near the Bar, playing Battleship.

Or, rather, not quite playing. They've got the board set up and one side ready, but the pieces on the other end are all still unfixed. Because, clearly, Momiji can't torpedo his own puffball, and, anyway, the puffball in question would have trouble putting those little pegs into the ships. So, Momiji is just sitting around, wearing what he takes to be a captain's hat, while he waits for a dastardly opponent!

He's being very enthusiastic about the waiting.

"Are all our ships in place, Major Puff?" Momiji exclaims chipperly, practically throwing his hands up in the air.

The custard-colored ball just hops enthusiastically, as if to confirm this fact.

"Alright, then! Avast the mizzenmast and prepare for battle!"

And the puff bounces off to the other side of the board, circling it a few times. Presumably, it is trying to find a proper mizzenmast.

There are not any around.

Battleship, anyone?

acts_of_gord

Alyx not being there when Gordon gets up isn't all that unusual. Both of them have irregular sleep habits, and there's a target range outside. What is unusual is that she's not on the range, nor is she anywhere in the Bar that he can see. The garage is a third option, but that place is huge, so Gordon takes a moment to check the bulletin board and then the Bar proper for notes. There's nothing from Alyx for him, but a napkin with handwriting on it materializes:

She's taken a temporary detour through the red door over there. She'll be back soon.

Gordon turns around and peers at the wall. "What red door?"

... oy.

Well, there's not much to be done for it, and it's not as if Gordon hasn't had to wait things out before. He's just going to get a set of wineglasses and start filling them with water in the meantime. Nothing wrong with music practice when you get a chance.

[tinytag: Gordon Freeman]

52-dropoff.livejournal.com

Charlie is in a very, very good mood. You would be, too, if you found that your protege and best friend was able to visit the Bar. And that she had also continued your legacy. And you would be, too, if you had a chance to meet the beautiful and witty Zatanna (or at least a version of her and not the one from your world). The spring weather outside, mild and not rainy and even a bit sunny, only added to Charlie's mood as he jogged along.

{ooc: Mun here till 4:50 pm Eastern, but open to tags till whenever.]

coconutextract.livejournal.com

Have an Izzie, fresh out of bed, if the way her hair looks is any sign.

She makes her way to the bar, saying nothing to anyone until a steaming cup of coffee rests in front of her.

After a few sips, she'll be ready to make conversation. We promise.

aeons_crackshot

Annabelle hasn't been in the Bar for a while due to a flu-like bug that she picked up. She's always been more cautious with illness than with physical injury (losing your mother to the Spanish flu epidemic would instill caution in most anyone), so she stayed upstairs until she was certain that she was back to normal.

Upon coming downstairs, Annabelle leaves a note and the sniper rifle with Bar for Mr. Calhoun. His note is essentially the same as what she told Alyx, that the gun is a belated Christmas present.

After that, she's at a table sipping from a mug of whiskey with honey and lemon.

(Tinytag with a gift waiting at the Bar: Barney Calhoun)
(Tinytag: Annabelle Newfield) Open until it scrolls off the page!

grovecj.livejournal.com

** SPECIALS **

* Alcoholic *

TEQUILA

- blanco;

- reposado;

- oro;

- añejo;

BEER

- Moretti (italian);

- Tsingtao (chinese);

* Non-Alcoholic *

- Soda and juice mixes;

- Fruit punch;

CJ nods to himself, turning to the Bar at large. "Happy Hour is up, folks."

[ Open until forever, Millitime applies after midnight EST ]

pictureitsicily

The front door opens.

A little old lady wanders through -- with purpose, and with direction, and with a bamboo handbag over one wrist. She walks with her hands joined.

The surroundings are unfamiliar. She stops, she peers around through her overlarge bifocals.

"I've seen better," she pronounces, and wanders (with purpose, direction, and the handbag) straight to the bar.

young_tmriddle

It's a quiet Friday evening, and Tom and Ingress are in for an after dinner treat. For Ingress, the treat is a sundae. For Tom, it is a scotch.

Milliways is a fine place for treats. It's also a good place to unwind after a long week filled with dragon adventures and blanket forts.

justasaleswoman

Occasionally, for a variety of reasons, it's necessary to . . . move to new lodgings on somewhat short notice. And on those occasions, well, thank someone for Coco Chanel, and Breakfast at Tiffany's.

Thanks to them, there's never a shortage of rental properties these days.

Which is to say, new day, new little black dress, new brunette wearing the little black dress, but same demon inside, same apple martini, same slightly amused look as she watches the comings and goings at the end of the universe.

[tiny tag: The Crossroads Demon]

hopeitsworthit

Motels. Dean has absolutely zero problem with motels.

Not least because, funky and fucked up as the decor can be, no one in a motel would ever ask him if he was planning on going 'antiquing'.

Seriously. What the fuck does he look like?

Don't answer that.

Anyway. Lingering crankiness about this state of affairs means Dean's taking a break from the investigation (and his brother) and getting beer and a burger in Milliways.

Okay, maybe two beers. A nap might be in the cards, too.

A long nap.

guppy_sandhu

[oom: Life outside keeps Guppy busy while his mun's internet dramatically dies.]

"Yes, I know I didn't take the bloody keys out, I was concentrating on more important things!" Guppy complains down the phone as he enters. He hovers outside the door so as not to lose his signal, then sighs.

"Okay, well when I replace my car, I will be taking my insurance somewhere else."

He hangs up, scowling, then enters, wandering over to the bar.

"I'd like a beer and a catalogue of cars from my world and time in my price range please." he says, patting her surface. A beer and a picture of a bicycle appear on her surface.

"Very funny." He sips the beer.

six-ofone.livejournal.com

One thing Caprica still can't, and probably never will, be able to share with... well, anyone, is that there are things she misses about living on the Colonies.

(Yes, then maybe she shouldn't have nuked them.)

Among these was Virgon Brew - not a drink she'd have with Baltar, but common at Pyramid Games. And since there are no other Cylons, or it seems anyone from her world here, Caprica can ask for it from the Bar when she walks up.

Apparently, it does still exist somewhere in the universe.

fiery_ring

Carlotta is not looking her normal cheerful self tonight. In fact, she looks decidedly uncomfortable.

Last week, what her form had been up to seemed so much fun. Now, it has a distinctively bad aftertaste, and she feels that perhaps as a former head girl she ought to have spoken a word of caution.

But what's done is done, and so she sits at the bar, rereading the letter from her father explaining why he didn't come to half term.

[tinytag: Carlotta Brown]

stillbecoming

Exciting things about Milliways, #342: summer is ending in Sunnydale, but it's just starting here. Like a buy one get one free (and inexplicably Scottish) deal.

Buffy settles down at the bar with a glass of apple juice and an early August tan, and proceeds to people-watch. And...alien-watch. And robot-watch. And sheep-watch.

Why is there always a sheep?

shadowsusannah.livejournal.com

[OOC: OOM:

can't taste holy water
can't find it in a well
been doing a lot of thinking
thinking about hell]

aleister_author

OOC: Millitimed to the title day, yes?

Jerry's in the bar today and feeling pretty comfortable as he comes up to the counter proper. He's doing well on his latest novel, Scarlet gave him a briefcase (a briefcase!) of money and he's done his taxes.

"Bar, could I get a beer?"

It appears with paperwork. Completed paperwork. With all of Tyler's personal information.

"Wait, what?" he asks rifling the pages quickly.

Taxes, says the napkin.

"I don't want to know how you got these do I?"

Another beer appears.

"I'm pretty sure that's cheating."

Also worrying.

OOC: Open while it's on the front! Slowtimes welcome.
Tiny Tag: Tyler Darrow

furiousmaximus.livejournal.com

Max is at the bar working on his fourth... or fifth, maybe... drink. He's not actually out to get drunk tonight, he needs something to lubricate his brain. He's got to figure out what he's going to say next time he runs into Elizabeth, and it's not going well.

"I went to the wrong room and got into a fight with some guy I'd never met" doesn't sound all that convincing, even after four (or five) drinks. He almost wants to hunt down Tavi and ask for advice, but that would mean asking Tavi for advice, and even the headache he has now is less painful than that would be.

Come on, brain... work faster!