milliways_bar | May. 11th, 2009

May. 11th, 2009

Two days after this.

As Sunshine is going out to take her afternoon break before the afternoon tea crowd start coming in, the bakery door betrays her, sending her stumbling over the doorstep and into the bar.

She hadn't thought to find herself in Milliways again. But, kleptomaniac inter-dimensional bars being what they are, she supposes she should have seen it coming.

So, today, there is a Head Baker and Cinnamon-Roll Queen at the bar, wearing a tank-top and shorts that barely let her pass as decently-clothed. Having two Prometheus ovens going in the bakery is no joke at any time of year, but it's high summer out there. No way is anyone, even Charlie, getting her to put on more clothes while standing in that heat; not when she no longer has anything (like, say, a jagged, seeping slash across her breast) to hide.

The bright yellow tanktop she wears today is low, showing a faint line of smooth, shiny scar tissue across the left side of her chest, under her collarbone. Her color is much better; yesterday had been her day off, so she slept nearly the entire day. The only time she got up was to move from the bed to stretch out on the sun-soaked balcony once the sun rose, then to leave the balcony when the lower rim of the sun reached the tops of the trees.

In fact, she seems fine, overall...

...despite the fact that whenever she reaches for her fruit smoothie, she always misjudges the distance and either closes her hand on empty space, or her hand knocks into the glass and almost spills it.

Stupid, wonky depth perception.

Tiny Tag of Disoriented Sunlight: Sunshine

(ooc: Post is open to new tags from anyone, until it drops off the front page. ETA: Right now, though, the mun is heading to bed. Any and all tags will be picked up once the mun wakes up. <3)

nomorekaraoke

How sweet is the day
I'm craving a darkness
As I sit tucked away with my back to the wall

And the taste of dried-up hopes in my mouth
And the landscape of merry and desperate drought

Summary: In New York City's world famous Central Park, two strangers meet against their will. Shortly after, they meet again at Milliways. Still against their will.

Tiny tag: Lorne (the demon)

Edit of unlocking: Un-secret-ed the second OOM. >_> Sorry guys.

shadowsusannah.livejournal.com

[OOC: OOM: Ephemera, Pt 2]

aaaaaaaagh_sky

Out of Milliways:

Paving the Way
Operation: Anchorage

The door opens on a scene of rubble under a late summer sky. A shimmer of heat drifts across the open space for a moment, seemingly a heat phantom as happens sometimes. Then the door closes. The attentive may well note the shimmering phenomenon is still there, but by the time they realize it has the approximate shape of a human being... well. That's about the point when the shimmering stops and a black, slender figure with a featureless faceplate of gold takes its place. It's got a slender, straight sword in one hand and two guns across its back.

And then it has to go and ruin the whole dramatic entrance by pulling the gold faceplate back to reveal Ellen's rather startled and ordinary face. "What do you know," she says. "It worked."

The sword gets returned to its impromptu scabbard (on the opposite hip from her laser pistol- she's starting to feel just a bit awkward, but there's nowhere else to put these things), and she makes her way over to the Bar in search of something reassuringly bland to eat. It's been an unnerving day.

[Tinytag: Ellen (Vault 101 Dweller), Annabelle Newfield. Spoilers for Fallout 3: Operation Anchorage.]

alertcommando

Ah, morning. Beautiful morning.

Dressed in a sports bra and swim trunks, Tanya Adams is laying on a beach blanket spread near the lake shore. The commando is working on a tan, or at least that is strongly hinted at by the suntan lotion bottle nearby.

Utterly approachable, and she might be grateful if informed she missed a spot.

[ Tanya Adams ]

[ Open until it falls off ]

falconryu.livejournal.com

Ryu is outside, on that open area near the lake, waiting for his students.

While he waits, the shinobi goes over a few simple kata, keeping warmed up and ready to start the lessons.

[ Regular Training Post, all tags welcome, open until the next ]

7twistedwishes

So, the Devil once more has a sign on her table in a 'central' booth, where it will be the most visible.

Free Advice

Relationships, lifestyle changes, legal choices, business goals, personal goals, career goals, education goals, religious beliefs, personal growth, motivation, inspiration, no matter what, let a Celestial Entity offer you guidance on what has you worried.

No compensation of any kind is expected, no responsibility for any unfortunate consequences is accepted.

Don't worry, she will not try to steal your soul. But she might offer to trade for it.

[ Open until it falls off the front page. All tags welcome. ]

ostro_goth

It is early morning, and Teja is going through his exercises in unarmed combat, as he tends to do of a morning.

He is concentrated, quiet, and at one with himself and the world.-

[OOC: Duet for Claws and Swords plot]

candied-rabbit.livejournal.com

((OOM: Ten Years Past: Momiji and his dad talk arts and crafts.))

As it happens, the Japanese celebrate Mother's Day at the same time that a whole bunch of other folks do.

Also as it happens, Momiji totally didn't notice the date, yesterday. Dern Milliways-time, messing with his mental calendar.

But, in any case, the blonde is seated at the Bar today, hunched over with a giant Crayola box to one side. There's a sheet of paper in front of him, on which he's drawing what are supposed to be carnations. (Judging from their off-kilter shapes and multicolor patterns, they are most likely mutant carnations.)

To his other side is a little sheet of printed instructions for folding paper fans.

It'll be summer before too long, after all. Everyone'll need something pretty to keep cool with!

(OOC: Open until it scrolls off the front page.)

gorgonfondness

Millitimed to when Mia finished the tarts in her last EP.

Mia is sitting at the bar, a plate of strawberry tarts and a box labeled "To Tower" by her. She's reading an issue of Popular Science from a little further down Earth's timeline (compared to Draco's Earth, anyway).

Perhaps he'd like to hear about the hair restoring science of the time...

Come get a strawberry tart! But unless you're Tower, touch the box and you burn.

janebecomes

Today Jane felt able to leave the infirmary and so she is beside the fire in the most comfortable chair she can find, making sure her hair is properly up.

She's still rather pale but at least the nausea and the worst of this sickness has passed. Her book is to her side along with a pot of herb tea as she watches the Bar.

Tiny tag: Jane Austen
Tiny sparkle tag: Alice Whitlock-Cullen
Tiny too smart for his own good tag: Ben Wade

im-so-sari.livejournal.com

A very unusual energy source has just entered the Bar. It's contained in a very small space, but the amount of power there is phenomenal. Power to create, or to destroy, or just to change.

The skinny, pigtailed Indian girl who happens to be carrying said energy source on a lanyard around her neck is insignificant by comparison. Don't tell her that, though.

The little girl looks around with a mixture of bewilderment and suspicion. "What's a bar doin' in the middle of my dad's old factory?"

[tinytag: Sari Sumdac, Tasseloff Burrfoot, Yuuno Scrya]

ten_of_swords

[Part of the Duet for Claws and Swords Plot]

Two tarot cards sit in the bar.

At one table.

Each has their deck, and it almost looks as if they are playing a card game with them, the tabletop covered in cards. Cards crossing cards. Moon sets another card down and looks at her brother.

"Trip trip and fall, brother," she murmurs.

Ruin places a card atop hers. "They learn from falling. It's the way things work."

"But they can be caught before they hit the ground," Moon insists.

"That's not our job," Ruin snaps, placing another card in the massive spread.

Moon sighs, shaking her head as she crosses the card with one of her own. "And they all fall down."

Ruin leans back in his chair, eyes on her. "They all fall down," he agrees.

[OOC: Two pups, one mun. ^_^ Tag one, tag both, either way is cool!]

art-and-brian.livejournal.com

Justin is hungover, and looks it. He is also wearing his school uniform and doesn't have time to go change. And so, in keeping with his mood, the Specials board reads thusly;

If I like the sound of what you order, half off

And then there is slumping on a stool, trying gamely to look like he's not trying to fall asleep on the job. Teenagers, eh?

'Oh, yeah...uh, Happy Hour's open.'

reallyaduck

[OOM: Mytho's in trouble. (Must be Tuesday.)

This looks like a job for Princess Tutu!

(Someone else disagrees.)]

action_rad

[OOM: ...moving along...]

bugsandslime

The worst thing about being engaged to a woman you work with? When she dumps you, there’s no place to go. Being at the lab is only marginally less painful than being at home, and that’s just because Angela is still in Texas on an extended and impromptu family visit.

Which is why Hodgins in hiding out in Milliways tonight. Things that remind him of Angela are on thinner ground here, and he doesn’t have to worry about snarling at any of his coworkers (though, to be fair, Brennan and Cam have been tactfully leaving him alone).

But he’s at loose ends. Work hasn’t picked up in the wake of the investigation yet. He’s not in the mood to read scientific journals. Brushing up on the latest conspiracy theories brings up too much badness on the Zach front. And he just can’t seem to work up any interest in anything.

Instead he’s in the process of decorating the tabletop with an elaborate pattern of wet rings, using the bottom of his glass of Dr. Pepper.

Please. Someone. Occupy the man.

bannion_sight

She's been thinking for days and weeks now, and finally Kim has come to a decision.

As a result, after she checks in at the infirmary, she takes a seat at a booth rather than going straight home.

Right now she's got coffee at one hand, and a pen in the other. Occasionally she bites at the end of the pen while she eyes the blank sheet of paper before her, as though it might help her figure out what it is she wants to write.

All things considered, though, she looks pretty much content.

guppy_sandhu

Guppy is over one side of the bar, mopping baby rice off his trousers.

Alexander, who is propped sitting up on some cushions and is responsible for knocking the bowl of white slush onto Daddy's trousers, is laughing at him.

and_3_quarters

'11th May. Have so far managed to conceal the fact that our electricity has been cut off from the outside world. I wrote in my main diary that I would cut my throat if people at school found out because of the shame but I have now decided that running away to Australia would be sufficient.
I miss television, otherwise things are all right. Except for my maths homework catching fire on the candles. We had spam and cold beans for tea.'

Adrian is by the fire, having a hot chocolate and nursing a headache. Trying to read by candlelight has got a bit tedious.

[tinytag: Adrian Mole]

coreenfennel.livejournal.com

Coreen seems to be having another interesting conversation with Bar over another new bed problem. Bar, is getting a little exasperated with Coreen's repeated destruction of bedding. Coreen is also exasperated with the situation. Unless she cuts a big portion of her relationship out, it can't be helped. She finally nods, and sits at a booth with a Popsicle and a magazine.

Botherable. Extremely Botherable.

fairytaleknight

[Millitimed: Between Princess Tutu episodes 7 and 8, after the canon OOMs that will be posted this evening.]

Fakir doesn't tell stories. But if he did, this is the story he would tell as he stepped through the Milliways door, his practice sword and scabbard hanging at his left hip:

Once upon a time, there was a Prince who loved everyone in the world. In order to protect his people, the Prince fought a wicked Raven. When his strength was not sufficient to kill the Raven, the Prince shattered his own heart, and with the shards of his heart he formed a cage in which to seal the Raven. But when a Princess came, and began to return the shards of the Prince's heart one by one, then the cage began to weaken...

If Fakir were telling himself that story (which of course he is not, because Fakir doesn't tell stories), he would think: It's time to end the story here, before the cage breaks. He's come to Milliways hoping for a sword lesson, so that he can end the story with his sword, but perhaps there are other things he can learn tonight. Come and talk to him.

maxwellsdemon02

So, Duo's in the bar. Sitting at a table, pretending to read a book. Or, well. Trying to read a book, and it's not working very well.

He keeps getting distracted and staring off into space. Hard to say if he's thinking about something, or if the lights are on but no one's home.

Or it could be that he's out of practice with his Arabic.