milliways_bar | Apr. 29th, 2009

Apr. 29th, 2009

[OOMs:

Hey my love, do you believe that we
Might last a thousand years
Or more if not for this?
Our flesh and blood it ties
You and me right up
Tie me down

Celebrate we will
Because life is short but sweet for certain
Were climbing two by two
To be sure these days continue,
These things we cannot change

Warnings: Brief violence in the first OOM; Mild language in the second. Previous OOM linked in the first part for any who missed it.]

[tiny!tag: Kissin' Kate Barlow]

Current Music: "Two Step" - Dave Matthews Band

astral-brat.livejournal.com

[ the deeds of heroes send ripples spreading through the force ]

works-in-space.livejournal.com

Jim is out riding on Rachat. He is once again reminded that the one thing you cannot duplicate on board a spaceship is the outdoors (even if there are engineers who swear that the next generation in computer simulation will make that possible).

He's moving at a trot right now, so anyone who would like talk with Jim should find that easy. But hurry, since Rachat might go galloping at any second.

almosthonorable

[ oom: ]

is this explosion gonna set me reeling?
or just another thing to pull me under?
if you could give me anything tonight
just a wink, or even just a sigh

[ tiny tag with a cow~~boy~~girl hat: the russian astronaut ]

[ ooc: warnings for language in all four links ]

candied-rabbit.livejournal.com

Momiji is down in the Bar, today, sitting in a chair.

...Well. Sitting might be the proper term.

He's in a chair, at least, settled in front of an otherwise empty table, excepting the half-cleared plate of pancakes that he was working away at a little while ago. But the chair itself is pushed back a bit, and the blond boy is sprawled out, legs stretched out before him and head lolling backwards in a vaguely uncomfortable position.

He is also fast asleep. His eyes are closed, one of his arms dangles down heavily by his side, and his breathing is fixed somewhere between a steady, in-out pattern and a soft snore.

Because...sometimes you just stay up all night playing borrowed video games. And then stuff like this happens.

Please to not be stealing his pancakes, while he snoozes?

glenview7537.livejournal.com

It is a big, bright day in Milliways. Almost summer, little wind, and few clouds.

It is a too nice day to waste indoors.

It is a too nice day to waste dealing with a bad client too. A very irritating client who lied to Marlowe and almost got him in trouble.

Before going back and putting things right, the detective needs to calm down and vent some frustration, so he is outside at the firing range blasting away.

His aim improves when he is angry, it seems. After two whole ammo clips he will be calmer and approachable.

[ Philip Marlowe ]

vyvyan

It's the first day of the summer holidays, and Vyvyan is already bored.

In an attempt to provide some entertainment, he has caught a waitrat and is attempting to persuade it to have a race with his hamster.

[tinytag: Vyvyan
Sexual content in Mia thread]

time_dancer

Last night, up in Val's room, Ben lets Val in on the events of the past decade and Val makes Ben make an uncomfortable promise.
[[Warnings for possible spoilers for the major events in the MU and F4 for the past 10 years.]]

Val is sitting in front of the Observation Window with several pictures spread before her on a table and she's holding a stone with Kanji characters painted on it. She left her Uncle Ben upstairs in her room sleeping and came down stairs to think.

"I could have my life back with this stone," she thinks and then before she has any second thoughts she says out loud, "I wish this stone was broken and any wishes which remain gone."

The stone splinters and she puts the pieces on the table beside the pictures. "What now?" she says to no one in particular as she contemplates her future while watching the Universe's end. There's something very Zen about that but she doesn't realize it.

[Tiny tag of Doom: Val von Doom]]

mogget_cat

Specials!
Cat and Fiddle
Dances with Wenches
White Girl
Bianca
151 Ways To Die
Wine 25% off!

The Specials Board put up, Yrael... er... Bianca settles down to tune her violin.

Current Mood: amused
Current Location: behind the bar

vance_prime

Work on the PCV continues apace. The original unit is now more or less fixed. Now comes the tricky part. How do you replicate a piece of state-of-the-art military hardware using nothing but scavenged parts? And make enough for more than fifty people, at that?

Alyx sure doesn't know. Which is why she's currently curled up in an armchair, furiously scribbling notes and diagrams on a legal pad.

Hopefully if she brainstorms enough, she'll come up with something.

[tinytag: Adrian Shephard, Alyx Vance]

Current Mood: frustrated

ikissdhimbck

The door opens to the blinding light of a hot, Texas morning, and a single traveler comes waltzing through. There's something instantly different about this new patron. Unlike most first-time visitors, she doesn't look confused or bewildered, lost or afraid. She walks up to Bar with purpose and confidence, boots clicking against hardwood, spurs whispering softly.

She even looks vaguely familiar, to those with a careful eye.

She stops at the bar, brown fingers gently stroking polished wood, and a quiet, one-sided conversation ensues. But she's not the one speaking; it's the quickly growing pile of napkins that are doing all the talking.

There's a hush in the room -- a quiet sound -- you can barely hear it. Like regret, and innocence, and the breath of a thousand sun-kissed springs, warm summers, harvest fruits. It's courtesy and thankfulness. It's goodbye.

Eventually, a small glass of whiskey appears, and the cowgirl smiles small and crooked. She slides onto a stool, and slowly begins to drink (her free hand tenderly patting the now-quiet Bar).

Goodbye, Katherine Barlow.

Welcome to Milliways, Kissin' Kate.

[tiny!tags: Kissin' Kate Barlow, The Russian Astronaut, Jasper Hale, Jane Austen, Ellen Park, Ben Wade, Charles Monroe]

ooc: ~~With almost immediate slowtimes in effect, as I will need to find dinner soon. But I couldn't wait! *fidgets* XD?~~ Back! Open foreverrrrr.

coreenfennel.livejournal.com

There is a very teary note at the bar for Demeter from Coreen that reads:

"I told him...we're not speaking."

After she drops the note off, she goes and curls up in a booth with two little squirrels and a box of tissues.

Please distract her. She's so pitiful like this.

27_53

He is watching, tonight.

This is not new.

He is attempting an 'experiment' that he could not attempt in his own world.

This is new.

He is sitting on a chair that has been turned around backwards, facing a table. He is dressed in jeans, but no shirt. His wings are tucked neatly against his back, and he's resting his chin on his folded arms.

He is watching, tonight.

[tiny tag conducting an experiment: skellig]
[tiny tag with a black hat: ben wade]
[tiny tag trying to walk the dog: hey arnold!]

[ooc: open until i say it's not, and he's botherable. if you need more description, see the userinfo.]

ostro_goth

[[OOM: Teja tangles with future bureaucracy, and learns something he did not wish to know.]]

Teja is sitting at a table, reading a book. It is a strange little thing, with many tables and pictures, and very simple sentences. It is about traffic -- traffic rules, traffic signs, things one is supposed to know when issued a license to ride a motorcycle.

He does not need such a license, as the bar gave him one: - but that means that he has learned one thing he had rather not known.

At the same time, though, he is keeping an eye out for Charlie, as he has something to give to him, which will be much more pleasant to speak of than Teja's unwanted discovery.-

morethanwatcher.livejournal.com

Giles peers around the door as it opens, nodding once with something resembling smugness. Last time he left the Bar he had a long talk with it about where to establish a regular door, so he could stop misplacing his office all the time.

And now he walks in, sits down, and orders some tea. His expression is thoughtful, even a little perturbed, and he seems a little... preoccupied.

So he'll just sit at a table and page through one of his books. If you look at it very closely, you might begin to realize it's a Watcher diary from... oh, some almost two-and-a-half centuries ago or so. In Ireland, no less. He also has a very large, almost diary-looking book with a disturbing picture on the front, a book on demon-banishing spells, today's paper opened to the obits, a couple of leftover candles, and Shakespeare's Comedies and a vinyl of Pink Floyd. ...What, the man does have hobbies. Like reading while listening to hard rock!

You might also realize, examining Giles, that he's scanning the room for signs of... someone.

He deserves distraction from his troubles. Or possibly answers, if you can give those to him.

[time: just after 1x08, I, Robot... You, Jane. Summary: Knows about Angel, has met Jenny, is kind if deeply curious about the whole Angel thing.]

[open until it falls off the first page.]

bringonthewonder

[OOM: Sometimes there's only one thing left to do. Would someone please tell the fat lady she's on next?]

joan_of_archaeology

Annja is sitting at the bar with a remote control in one hand. She's staring up over the bar at the television mounted there, with an expression somewhere between 'enthralled' and 'incredibly weirded out' on her face. She's channel-surfing.

click

"In a world...without zombies, the Bennet family makes a-"

click

"♪ My Little Pony, Apocalypse Pony- ♫"

click

"Oh, Squella, I can't control myself any longer! Your nidamental glands are just too-"

click

"Yørn desh børn, der ritt de gitt der gue-"

click

"With only three payments of 10,000 Imperial Credits, you can be the proud owner of this shiny new-"

click

"And now on Mythbusters, it's time to get literal and punch werewolves!"

click

Stop her if she's bugging you.

a1enzo

Yesterday's talk with Cal was very helpful, and both of them were cheered up by the end.

That couldn't last, though. This isn't an easy, straightforward problem. He's still tangled up inside; exams are over, a small mercy, but he's feeling more than enough fresh wretchedness to counter that.

And he has to deal with it.

The mask is still on his wall. His roommates would ask questions if he took it down. And, code, it's still so tempting, but at the same time he doesn't want to be anywhere near it, to have it staring at him...

Too many people, he has found, make him feel guilty and paranoid. He needs peace and quiet. His own peace and quiet, not... Anyway. Not a lot of that on campus, except in the tunnels (off limits, bad idea for an extended period, and gloomy besides) and his room (out of the question).

The treefort is vacant right now. It'll do.

{tinytag: Hey Arnold!, Broghan, Adrian Mole}

Current Location: hiding inside a giant tire swing

k_in_black

The Door opens, and a Man in Black strolls in, looking like he owns the place--

--And then stops in his tracks as a beeping alarm sounds from somewhere inside his Suit.

K reaches in and draws out a slim, (inevitably) black object and, judging by the glow that lights his face, studies a display for a few seconds.

K sighs and shakes his head. "Ah, hell, not again. Got here before I got here. Damn."

He heads the rest of the way over to Bar, and gives her a pat as he stakes a seat. "Hello there, Darlin', a bourbon if you please. And make it a double. I won't actually be having it until next week anyway."

Bar hesitates a bit about that one, but the bourbon appears a split second later.

Even she doesn't really try to understand the MiBs sometimes.