milliways_bar | May. 3rd, 2009

May. 3rd, 2009

Out of Milliways:

i see a man at the back as a matter of fact
his eyes are as red as the sun
and the girl in the corner let no one ignore her
cause she thinks she's the passionate one...

and the man in the back said everyone attack
and it turned into a ballroom blitz

tinytag: Lorne (the demon)

coreenfennel.livejournal.com

Coreen is now divested of her squirrel-sitting duties, and now looks fairly normal again; well, as normal as a rapidly developing mother-to-be can look. She's also feeling a lot more like herself (the crying spells have stopped for the most part), but is still getting testy from time to time.

She is currently curled up with a book, "What To Expect When Expecting...A Mutant". She was rather surprised to find the book, but hell, it is Milliways. The book is getting more and more full of torn sections of napkins in the place of bookmarks, and she's idly sipping at a large cuppa of ginger tea and eating a combination of soy nuts and fruit.

She is extremely botherable, and would be glad to talk to anyone.

[Tiny tag: a perkily preggo Coreen Fennel]

loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com

Enter one whose mun has not written a final in years.
One whose mun is free for two hours whilst the bundle of adrenaline on legs sleeps.

Jason is fiddling with a deck of cards, not looking terribly comfortable in his own skin. Could he still be worked up from the mess in St. Louis?
Your odds would be good that he is.

mechanicalswans

It can't be that hard, can it? Substitute an infernal nature for an apathy that runs to the easily annoyed, mix in the vague notion that she can stir up some business for herself... and you have one not-Devil, at her usual booth, dressed in a tasteful business suit and enjoying coffee and a cigar.

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[tinytags: weyland][open until it falls off the page]

gorgonfondness

Mia's sitting in a booth, looking through her toy catalog and thinking about what she and Coreen talked about, the tea on the table growing cold.

Come and sway her on either matter.

7twistedwishes

It is the last day, even the last hours, and (not!)Weyland actually had fun this week. It was something truly different and (s)he learned much about (her)himself.

So, its is no surprise that (not!)Weyland is relaxing on a booth, watching people and even smiling some.

Catch the Smith in a good mood, now.

srsbsnss.livejournal.com

It's Sunday, so for this Musketeer, there was a quiet Mass spent in reflection and prayer. And now, his steps took him into Milliways.

"Well, an interesting place to spend the Lord's day of rest, I must say," He commented to himself, his blue Musketeer garments clearly evident as he went to sit at the bar. A good port appeared in a glass before him, and a simple meal of bread, apples and cheese.

"My compliments, milady," Aramis replied in passing before breaking bread. He then glanced around casually. If you're of the female persuasion and comely, don't be surprised if his eyes happen to linger a touch longer.

[tiny tag: Aramis]

eyeeyecaptain

"aaAAaaAAaaAAaaAAaaAAaaaAAAAHHHH!"

Leela enters the bar today -- okay, Leela flies through the bar today -- and lands squarely behind Bar with a thud! Little ribbons of smoke curl off her prone figure.

A few moments later, the specials board pops up.

Happy Hour!

Specials:
Screwed Driver
Sky Pilot
FU2

Non-Alcoholic:
Lemon Drop

Turanga Leela will be your bartender on duty for all your drink needs!

...

As soon as she's conscious.

Clearly, Bar thinks she has a rather spectacular sense of humor.

[tiny tag with a concussion: Turanga Leela
tiny knocked-up i'm-carrying-my-boyfriend's-mutant-baby tag: Coreen Fennel]

ETA: Slowtimes in effect, guys! Thanks for tagging in! Will tag back after work tomorrow evening. ♥

visible_sariel

If anyone's looking beyond Sariel when she comes in tonight, they may very well get a glimpse of a corridor that's subtly different from the usual. It's a bit more crowded, for one thing. For another, there don't appear to be quite as many Starfleet uniforms, or uniforms in general, in view as there normally are. and on top of all that... huh, are those Klingons? As in plural?

Sooomebody's apparently not on the Enterprise just now. Somebody's really not on the Enterprise a second later. As soon as she realizes that it's Milliways on the other side of the door she triggered, Sariel hurries through into the bar, looking mildly amused all the while. "... Oh. I thought Deep Space Nine had plenty of pubs already." Be that as it may, she doesn't sound at all upset by the discovery of one more.

For the record, she's a few minutes too late to see a certain spectacular entrance. If she'd seen it, there'd be a lot less mellow in her mood just now, to be sure.

One out of uniform ensign, effectively on a night off within a night off. Have at.

((OOC: This one's plotlocked to Will Scarlett, say sorry.))

reallyaduck

[Pre-Milliways: After a talk with Rue, Duck is really beginning to think that this whole Princess Tutu business is over her head.

Even Drosselmeyer's best efforts aren't enough to keep a story on course when the protagonist is ready to quit her role altogether.]

The little yellow duck is in such haste to get away from Drosselmeyer that she hardly notices she's stomping through a bar instead of a riverbank.

(There's nothing around her neck.)

librarian-flynn.livejournal.com

On his second trip into Milliways, Flynn doesn't really walk in so much as fall in.

When you're running across a quickly disintegrating wooden bridge, you have the tendency to do that thing where you don't exactly look where you're going. Such is the case for our newly hired Librarian, who, once he picks himself up and dusts himself off, looks around wildly in hopes of seeing a familiar face.

"Nicole? Where did you--?"

Recognition dawns, and he turns to look at the bar that is greeting him and not the Amazon rainforest he'd previously been hiking through. His buttoned-up shirt is half-tucked in, and he's definitely sweaty, but a drink of water (or anything cold) sounds perfect at the moment.

He heads to the bar.

fiery_ring

Carlotta sneaks into the bar, carrying four large bottles of ginger beer.

She goes up to the bar and asks for her secret box, which she puts them in. No chance of Margaret finding them here!

She looks through the box to see what forbidden items she can enjoy today, and settles for a plastic scoubidoo keyring the bar gave her to make. She sits nearby and continues braiding the strange plastic strings.

[tinytag: Carlotta Brown]

and_3_quarters

'3rd May. There is no food in the house. Oddly enough, Dad's cigarettes don't seem to have run out.'

Adrian is sitting at the bar, eating his way through the only meal he's had today.

He's wondering what will happen if this continues. He's never considered until recently what happens if a family falls apart, into financial ruin. He doesn't really know what to expect...

He's glad to be able to get free food in here right now though.

[tinytag: Adrian Mole]

bringonthewonder

[OOM: As the poet (or possibly a country singer) said, Home is where, when you have to go there, someone will ask if your ex-fiance needs killin'.]

mr_gaeta

Technically, CIC officers don't need to stay in the same peak physical condition as pilots. Neither do Presidential aides, even ones in an administration that's in the midst of a Cylon...takeover? Occupation?

(He's not ready to call it what it's truly becoming, it seems: collaboration.)

That's never stopped Gaeta before; it isn't going to stop him now. Swapping in his civilian clothes for ones more appropriate for exercise -- Bar-provided, since his other set of civvies is just as nice as the first -- he's out for a run around the lake, ignoring the damp and the approaching dusk, his feet thumping steadily on the ground.

It's a good way to think a little more about some things, as well as a little less about others.

[OOC: alas, I'm still on a wonky and unpredictable 'net connection; same sudden-disappearance apologies apply. However! EP is open until it falls off of the page, and things will (hopefully) be less wonky tomorrow. YAY, internet is working now! EP still open until it's off the page.]

[Tinytag: the Russian astronaut]

visible_sariel

OOM: Disguises, bold moves, and temples in the stars, or Sariel Rager takes Will Scarlett to Deep Space Nine.

Rated A for alien encounters, S for spicy cuisine, B for blending in with crowds and O for ooooh, that's cool. Bonus: Spot the cross-series cameo!