milliways_bar | May. 6th, 2009

May. 6th, 2009

singintheoven.livejournal.com

One internationally-ignored song stylist in the bar tonight.

She's in her favorite dressing gown and slippers, apparently from the Lisa Douglas collection--pink, and trimmed in about half an ostrich worth of feathers. Her mood is strangely neutral tonight, as she takes a seat in her usual booth, placing a sign in front of her:

Beeromancy
Price: one drink

Go on, it can't hurt.

[tinytags: the fabulous hedwig robinson, the fabulous coreen fennel][open until it falls off the page]

ofthefamily

Carlisle had been trying to go to work.

Apparently the Forks hospital ER entrance has turned into the end of the universe.

Hrmph, says the pale blond in the labcoat.

[ooc: working, so slow.]

[tinytag: carlisle cullen]

[~~Off to lunch.~~ ~~Back.~~ No more new threads please unless you're threadhopping to talk to someone else. xD]

aaaaaaaagh_sky

When Ellen ducks into the Bar today, it's from the dusty, dry heat of Megaton. The pitted grey metal that makes up most of her house is visible for a moment behind her before she closes the door. Moira's given her one last request for this chapter of the Wasteland Survival Guide, and she plans to set about finding the site of the old Arlington Library as soon as she can, but right now she's got a bit of mending to do. Arlington's not going to be easy to reach, and Moira didn't have the parts to patch up Ellen's combat armor again, so after a handful of bottlecaps is deposited on the Bar Ellen retreats to a well-lit table and starts working away at replacing several of the more dinged-up plates as best she can.

[tinytag: Ellen (Vault 101 Dweller), Carlisle Cullen]

immortalthief

Yep, she is still here. Still dressed outside of her time. Today it's a nice summer dress that she has chosen to wear. This time she is standing watching the trilobites in the tank. Amazing how fascinating they can be.

She may be distracted but she is definitely bother able.

licensed-pro.livejournal.com

Charlie is in the bar, making notes on an e-pad while he's reading the hard copy of a file; it's slow work. And not entirely necessary, truth be told, but he'd like something to be doing while he's here.

Ganymede is outside, playing his aulos quietly, enjoying the breeze and the quiet outdoors.

Kida is outside as well, though she is currently examining the lakeshore to see if the water is cool enough to swim in, walking calf-deep in the water. She is quiet, but still generally wary of this place.

[OOC: open forever, to make up for absence, mun will be ~~around all day~~ back in a few hours.]
tiny tags: Charles Monroe, Kida

kitchen_maid

Amy can't stay -- Susan has a cold and Merry is starting to sniffle and she just needs to be home -- but she also has a package to drop off, so she darts in for just a moment.

"For Laura," she tells Bar. "X-23. If you don't mind."

Amy watches it vanish, and smiles.

"Thank you, Bar, dear."

And then she's gone again.

candied-rabbit.livejournal.com

Hidden behind enemy lines - that is, underneath one of the Bar's tables - Agent Momiji prepares for his most dangerous mission yet!

If he weren't so stealthy, it would be easy to tell that he's a secret agent, today.

Sure, a lot of his present outfit, a sunny t-shirt and purple, khaki shorts with flowery designs stitched onto one leg, doesn't exactly scream "license to kill," but that's just his mastery of disguise showing! And the black tie loosely knotted around his neck, along with the dark glasses that shade his eyes, are all one really needs to project the super-spy image, right?

That, of course, and his ever-ready, deadly weapon - a bubblegum pink water-gun, filled all the way up and held tight in one hand.

Beware, Millidenizens! Who knows which of you could be in Agent Momiji's sights, today?

(OOC: Open forever and ever. :D)

venusadept_2

Felix is looking thoughtful as he wanders in. Then his eyes get very wide. He turns around, pulls a lump of chalk out of nowhere, and starts writing on the wall near the door. Letters, numbers, curves, shapes...

After a few moments he tilts his head and asks, "Does that look right?"

A Djinni appears on his shoulder and responds, "Pretty close, but you'll want to arc that one about ten more degrees, or else you'll end up in a thirty-second loop."

Felix nods, makes the change, and disappears in a flurry of colored lights. A few seconds later he reappears the same way, with a triumphant grin.

Current Mood: exultant

whitestshoes.livejournal.com

Since the mun herself is celebrating the brief freedom she has before the onslaught of finals (blarg), she's thrown many of her pups in for your interacting pleasure.

Pam Beesly, to her credit, is sitting very happily in the corner, munching on an incredibly large pretzel as she surveys her surroundings. Approach on warning of extreme giddiness. It's probably the result of a sugar rush.

In terms of the others? Well, let's have a looksee.

The girl named Chuck, on the other hand, sits at the bar with a box of freshly baked triple-berry pie - a box which displays the Pie Hole's unmistakable logo, as a matter of fact.

For what cheers people up like a pie?

Chuck can't think of anything else - except perhaps the emotional Heimlich of a friendly hug.

The resident Librarian's nose is buried in a book.

Strike that. The resident Librarian's nose is buried in about five books, which he's using to trace the origins of (if someone is close enough to read what he's currently working on) the Spear of Destiny.

Never mind the fact that he sort of stole his books from the Library. Shhh. He won't tell if you won't.

If anyone's looking for the carnie worker, she'll be outside at the beach, sitting in the sand and having what is likely to be the first of many smokes.

The other day, she bought herself a silver flask - mostly because she thought it was cool, but also due to some Milliways influence, and every now and then she takes a break from her smokes to sip from her flask.

A responsible young adult, to say the least.

And lastly, we have Saffron, curled up in a booth and idly flipping through a magazine Bar's given her to read. (It's actually the latest issue of Cosmopolitan.)

A drink sits nearby, but she doesn't touch it much, studying the advertisements just as carefully as she reads the articles, marveling at how much the world's changed.

[ooc: open for tags pretty much forever so people can save me from the inevitable doldrums brought on by finals.]

[tiny tags: pam beesly, chuck charles, em lewin]

[tags daring to tag: ellen (vault 101 dweller), kissin' kate barlow, carlisle cullen, henry jekyll/edward hyde, methos, doc potter, ben wade]

lasthalfmile

The first few days since he'd adopted Bogart had been interesting. The most interesting part of the experience was the fact that the pig was actually growing attached to him.

Dan suspects that it might have something to do with the fact that he's been keeping the pig happy with plenty of apples and peanut butter to snack on (in addition to a healthy diet recommended by Miss Bar) and the fact that he's been taking Bogart for long walks outside in the nice weather.

But now, a ~~boy and his dog~~ man and his pig are in the bar, sitting on the floor near the couches. Dan is reading a book on 'games and activities to entertain your potbelly pig' and Bogart is sleeping, blissfully unaware of his new owners plans to get him some exercise and stimulate him intellectually.

Even if his owner has no idea why you would need to intellectually stimulate a pig.

[tiny tag with a pig on a leash: dan evans
other tiny tags: izzie stevens, demeter, the sphinx, doc potter]

coreenfennel.livejournal.com

Coreen has worked herself into a crabstastic mood, partly from hormones, and partly because she's been thinking, which...yeah, Coreen shouldn't think. She's currently sitting in her corner of the Bar, nursing a plate of potato skins, cottage cheese and a caramel apple. Given the right insentive, she might be willing to share.

OOC: A quick note about her pregnancy is that she is currently seven developmental weeks along as of right now, in her millidays. Yeah, this might be a little cracky in real time, but...cut me some slack, finals week.

There's drying paint on her arms and probably her face in shades of blue, brown, and green...more green than anything else. Her hair is pulled back and planted firmly in place with two paint brushes.

She probably won't lash out at anyone trying to be friendly...and it looks like she might be looking for someone.

renegade-enzo.livejournal.com

[OOM-of-the-belated-variety: In which Matrix gets all domesticated and serves up breafast for AndrAIa. Possible schmoop warning. *grin*]

Current Mood: giggly

allstarchuck.livejournal.com

Chuck gets a note with his Raktajino today.

He makes a face like :D :D :D? and asks, "Wait, seriously?"

The next note says yes, seriously.

Chuck hops behind the Bar in a totes cool way and starts preparing the Specials Board.

HAPPY HOUR SPECIALS
Raktajino
Tarkalean Tea
Synthale
Sparky Cola
Pan-Galactic Gargle Blaster

"Happy Hour is open!"

:D

Tiny, geeky tag: Chuck Bartowski

{OOC: AND CLOSED FOR BUSINESS. Munagement's brain has miraculously not esploded, but she needs to get to sleep soon. SLOWTIMES ARE LOVE and THREADHOP LIKE BUNNIES. Threadhopping is ALWAYS open.}

watchmakers_son

[Out of Milliways: A convergence in New York City. (Spoilers for 2x11, "Powerless.")]

The door bangs open, almost ricocheting off the wall.

Stumbling to a halt just beyond its threshold is someone that Milliways hasn't seen in quite some time. Sylar has a small red box tucked close to his body; he's gasping for breath, and a little dazed, but there is still unmistakable triumph in the glance he throws around the room. Quickly, it turns into a glance over his shoulder, at the still-open door.

Then he's off and running again, dodging around tables and chairs to further lose himself in the chaos of the bar.

[OOC: plot-locked, alas!]

wildwld-gadgets.livejournal.com

Earlier this evening Artemis made the mistake of trying a Pan-Galactic Gargle Blaster.

Now, after wondering the bar for a bit, he is sitting at a table near the fire and is building some sort of Rude Goldberg device out of whatever condiments, straws, spoons and other little things he is able to find. Got any extra building materiel?

[Tiny Drunkin tag: Artemis Gordon]

cutting_edgex23

[Not-really OOM: X leaves a note in the Security office.]

ikissdhimbck

[OOM: Millitimed to the night of April 29th/day of April 30th:
This House is Not a Home.

]

It was growing late, and Kate would be heading back out to the stables soon. But before she did, she wanted to grab a bite to eat and check for any notes she might have.

As she passed the message board, she caught sight of something that made her pretty mouth turn down into a frown. She thought about Gracie, and the way she had treated her—and Kate Warner—the last time they had met.

Settling on a stool, she politely addressed the Bar:

"Miss Bar? When was the last time anybody's seen Boo? And—" She stretched her back, appearing nearly catlike in the process, "—you got any brochures or somethin' on what kinda rooms I could get 'round this place?"

A small stack of colorfully printed pamphlets popped up, along with a note:

'I haven't seen her.
Kate Warner's been inquiring, too.
Sorry. :('

"Thanks."

She has a bad feeling about this. Someone should come distract her.

[tiny!tags: Kissin' Kate Barlow, Skellig, Weyland
plot!tag: boo-napping!plot]

wheatencrown

May is a busy month for Demeter, she has a plate of seedlings in front of her that she's nudging and helping along so that they can be planted when she returns home.

She has a bottle of wine and some bread and olive oil on her table too in case anyone wishes to join her but for now she's simply smiling as she works.

Tiny tag: Demeter, Dominic Greene, Tanya Adams, Artemis Gordon, Carlotta Brown

bitunlikely.livejournal.com

She's been busy keeping herself preoccupied since her first (and as of such, only) date. Specifically, Jenny has had a lot of catching up to do, especially with travelling. Slowpoke doesn't like her shuttle as much as she had hoped, but that hasn't stopped Jenny from trying to acclimate the pup to her new home.

Tonight, though, is a night that she's been content to spend mostly with Bart. A happy Bart has been such a difference from the Bart of a few weeks ago, still, and she's savouring every moment of it.

But with Bart and Slowpoke both outside, she's almost content to sit on the couch and skip through a book on Earth geography.

It's not a bad life at any rate.

[tiny tag: jenny]

renegade-enzo.livejournal.com

In the spirit of this pup, we're keeping the EP dialogue to a minimum.

Matrix.
Several drinks of the mildly intoxicant kind. For a sprite.
Two binary burgers the size of a five pin bowling ball. One half-eaten.

No company.

Wanna provide the last item?

[The Tiny Tags Must Be Random: Artemis Gordon]
[Hey Tiny Tag!: Hey Arnold]