milliways_bar | May. 2nd, 2009

May. 2nd, 2009

imthegoodguy.livejournal.com

Ben isn't in a terribly good mood today, as evidenced by the way he is curled up in a booth, knees at his chest, eyes staring at the part of the bench his body's not covering. Beside him on the table surface is a milkshake more milk than shake. Supposedly chocolate makes you feel better? It's not working so well for Ben.

mit-probie.livejournal.com

Tim walks through the door with a German Shepard right on his heels. His smile turns into a large grin as the two approach the bar.

"A bowl of water please." and both a bowl of water and a glass of water.

"Thank you"

The two go to a table not far away to rest after their walk.

wildwld-gadgets.livejournal.com

When Artemis walks into the bar today, he brings with him a little something extra...dynamite. It rolled in through the door as he had it open. Fortunately he hears the sizzle of the fuse and bends over to pick it up. He stars at it as is quickly burns to the explosive conclusion and then calmly opens the door at near to the last second.

"Amateurs," he says as he tosses the stick back through and closes the door. Welcome back to Milliways Special Agent Gordon, try not to blow anything up okay?

[[Tiny gadget tags: Artemis Gordon]]
{Since I forgot to make an EP post yesterday I'm breaking my weekend rule. Slowtimes likely but I will make an effort to make them over the weekend. Open till when ever.}

nea-erinys.livejournal.com

Someone may look just a tad bit smug when she walks into the bar today. That expression is quickly buried by surprise at actually being in the bar. Her face falls into its habitual serious curiosity, the sort which doesn't seem to fit a girl of fourteen.

Her voice has a musing sort of tone to it. "This place again."

venusadept_2

Felix enters, with a satchel hanging from his shoulder. "Coming and going, but not in between, hm?" he remarks with a slight grin.

He walks as though he's just stepped off a ship, perhaps because he has.

Current Location: Idejima

windsintheeast.livejournal.com

The weather outside is lovely.

As such, there is a chimney sweep lying on the grass by the lake, ankles crossed, arms behind his head.

He would not be at all averse to company.

gotaheadstart.livejournal.com

[OOM: "I want the best doctor in this hospital here, now, or I'm going to start killing people."
"What seems to be the problem?"]

The door leading out of her office turns into the door leading into the bar before she even realizes what's happened.

Numbly, she makes her way to the bar and orders a drink, but her hands are shaking too badly to even pick up the glass.

No one died today, thank God, Cuddy thinks. But they came pretty damn close to it. Almost losing not one, but two important people in her life has done a good job of shaking her up, and she's going to need another minute or two to recover.

[tiny oom!tag: thirteen]

agloriousthing

Sometime last night the Pirate King was carried in still unconscious and generating a bit of extra static before being deposited on a couch.

At some point, he fell asleep clutching his sword like a teddy bear. Do wake him especially if his music which is playing Sighing Softly to the River is bothering you.

Tiny tag: The Pirate King, Coreen Fennel
Music can be found here for all your G&S needs, sadly not the movie but stage production with the same cast, enjoy.
OOC: Headvoice is being a little odd so sadly can't promise terribly long threads.

song-of-stars.livejournal.com

A Bar. A Muse. A collection of geometrical glasses. What more could one ask for?

realmrsreynolds

Sallie's mun isn't in a good mood.

Therefore, through a kooky twist of fate? Sallie isn't in a good mood.

She is paying bills, writing out checks in chicken-scratched English and signing them with a series of small Chinese characters.

One memo field reads 'For Services Rendered'.

If only it were as amusing as you hope it is.

[ooc: closed to new threads unless you ping 'stephmuji' first and I'm not eaten by surpries houseguest. ETA: Off in slowtime or wrap.]

g00d_d0ggie

"This is your own fault, y'know."

Bwrp?

"You know perfectly well what I mean. You're the one who hates getting mud in your joints. What possessed you to go running around outside in the rain?"

Weep boop eep!

"I don't care what you saw. Now stay put while I go get a tarp and a cleaning kit."

Mwooooooo...

"Don't give me that look. You made a mess and you're getting a bath. End of story."

There is a very muddy and very abashed-looking robot standing just inside the back door, and an annoyed human woman striding over to the Bar. Both are botherable.

[Open for tags until it falls off the page. tinytags: Alyx Vance, D0G, Gordon Freeman]

diehard_daniel

The door opened onto a strange pool of what looked like water and a young Daniel Jackson stepped into Milliways. He was wearing a bunch of brown cloth robes.

"What is this place?" he turned around to ask the other people who were to be with him, "Uh, Jack... Okay, this is strange."

He made his way to the bar and looked around for the tender.

Have at it guys, here is a Daniel from the first episode.

Current Mood: confused

smallestopener

Ingress sits at a table near the watchful eyes of the dogs in the House of Arch painting. She's eating a sundae while drawing and writing in her notebook. She has new colored pencils to try out.

nomorenicegaius.livejournal.com

It has been a pretty stressful couple of weeks for one Gaius Baltar.

Kara Thrace comes back from the dead. Adama lets her go flying off because she's convinced she can find Earth. She doesn't find Earth, but she comes back with a shipload of Cylons who want to make an alliance. Galactica storms a Cylon resurrection hub to pull out one particular Three who then says there are four sleeper Cylons in the fleet, one of whom turns out to be Saul-frakking-Tigh and another of whom turns out to be the woman who'd been sharing his bed of late.

If all that weren't enough, suddenly, they have a bead on Earth, except that when they get there, everything is destroyed and the planet's ecosystem is pretty much dead.

And now this crazy multiversal bar has popped up again!

On the other hand, he decides with a sigh, he really wasn't ready to face the people who had placed their trust in him. He had no idea what to say or how to come up with any logic or reason for any of this. Maybe a little more time to think is just what he needs.

allstarchuck.livejournal.com

{OOM: Rule of Milliways # Five: ask to see credentials of prospective sexual partner BEFORE sleeping with them.}

There are a few subtle signs from which you may deduct what Chuck was doing last night.

1) the slightly wrinkled work uniform,
2) the Raktajino
3) the head down in his arms trying v. hard not to hyperventilate.

It's working. Ish.

Tiny FREAKED OUT tags: Chuck Bartowski, Demeter, ~~Pocket!Chuck~~ Charlotte "Chuck" Charles, Jake Foley

immortalthief

Amanda is laying on the couch by the fireplace watching the flames dancing. She looks bored but happy and approachable. There is a forgotten book laying next to her.

gavemea_45

He'd rather face another vengeful ghost than do this. More than one, even.

Still, it's got to be done sometime.

Sam slinks sheepishly into Milliways, snags a cup of coffee, and slides into the most out-of-the-way booth he can find, trying not to meet anyone's eyes quite yet.

Just how drunk had he been the last time he was here, anyway?

bugsandslime

Hodgins has spent more time drunk than sober since Angela left. He’s not proud of it, but there it is. He hadn’t even cared how he might pay for it later.

God is he ever paying for it now. He doesn’t even question why a door to Milliways has suddenly popped up in his house. And he doesn’t care that he’s wandered in wearing the same rumpled clothes that he’s had on for the last thirty-six hours.

Hodgins slumps into a chair and asks a passing waitrat for the strongest hangover remedy Bar stocks.

It arrives in a tall tumbler. Thick, purplish-gray, lumpy, and Hodgins thinks it might actually be moving. He stares at it. Gulps manfully once. Twice.

And then bolts for the men’s room.

He comes back several minutes later, mopping his face with a pad of wet paper towels. He takes his seat and stares determinedly at the glass.

His drink ‘blurps’ back at him. Hodgins is pretty sure it’s a dare.

theunsmiling

It should be a day much like any other. Michael enters the bar, tugging off her helmet and slinging it into a booth as she swings by on her way to fetch a cup of coffee. She's wearing her normal torn jeans, Docs, and a light gray T-shirt that reads 'Start walking behind me. We can start a parade'.

Once she obtains the coffee, she settles herself in a corner booth, feet propped up on the seat across from her. But the usual crackle of frustrated energy is missing. As is the perpetual frown.

One might almost say Michael looks at peace. Or is that happy?

Given that she's out of practice at several things -- smiling not the least of them -- distinguishing between the two may be difficult. Not that it matters.

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

[tinytag: Michael the Archangel]

tricaputus.livejournal.com

It is a testament to the adaptability of a great many races of sentient being (or, perhaps more accurately, the strangeness of the locale) that the enormous hellhound sprawled by the hearth this evening has garnered a rather inordinately low profile.

Cerberus regards the passing foot traffic with idle interest, occasionally a nose twitches or an ear pricks toward an interesting sound. Perhaps the largely distended belly will waylay any concerns? Or not.

mistressmaryquitecontrary

Mary enters the bar, accompanied by a great deal of dirt and a piercing noise.

Dickon has taught Mary how to whistle tunes, and she is very pleased with her new accomplishment.

(People within hearing range with a low tolerance for high-pitched noises may not be quite so pleased.)

petraarkanian.livejournal.com

Petra sits at a table near the window-to-the-end her head in her hand. She has a drink and a book in front of her, but neither seem to be holding her interest at all.

*~*~*~*

Hexadecimal is looking for trouble. Or, if that will not work, she will settle for someone from mainframe. She has a small thing limp... thing in her hand.

vyvyan

"Phew, that was close..."

There is a massive explosion from outside, and all that comes through the door is a single tooth, the cleanest it has ever been.

There is stillness for a moment, then a slightly translucent Vyvyan emerges from the tooth. He looks around, then tries to pick up the tooth, finding his hand goes straight through it.

"Bugger." he comments.

[tinytag: Vyvyan]

foxglove_eyes

Lamia is at the bar, contemplating a tall glass of something bubbly.

She's tapping her fingers lightly on the bar-- a sure sign of needing someone to talk to.

Why don't you fill that big empty space in her life?