milliways_bar | May. 15th, 2009

May. 15th, 2009

Dr. River Song is holed up in a corner of the bar, her notebook spread before her, and surrounded by a formidable stack of books. Biology, genetics, advanced gene therapy, chaos theory in genetic mutation, and a myriad more. There is one very lonely book sitting at the edge of her table, ostensibly being ignored. Very pointedly ignored. En Historae et Veritas de Therianthropae.

Which is nonsense, it's just a book.

Her tea has gone cold at her elbow and she's still poring over her notes, as if the data can drown out the conclusion she's very rapidly coming to. If the lycanthropy is magic, and not science, she is completely lost at sea. Off the map, she can handle, but this?

This is just not acceptable.

[[ooc: Open till it scrolls, with much appreciation for slowtimes. Apologies for the faux Latin. I blame the monks.]]

[ tiny all in black tag: Tanya Adams ]

works-in-space.livejournal.com

While it's normal for Jim to use the Bar as a place to catch up on what is still called "paperwork" (over 200 years after most paper was replaced with datapads and memory plastic), he usually doesn't look so caught up in things. But then, he's not used to being sent to participate in war games...sorry, in "defense strategy evaluation maneuvers" (ah, the bureaucratic penchant for euphemism). In two days, Enterprise-A will be joining 13 other ships near the Klingon Neutral Zone to run simulations against a still-unannounced mock enemy. It's been over 15 years since he was part of such things as a commander, and he isn't sure what to expect. From his relatively young crew. Or from the 13 other captains, some old friends, some new to command, and a couple likely to be a little hard to deal with. It should be daunting.

And so, almost like a cadet preparing for his maiden voyage, Jim is going over everything in preparation. Mock war or not, he wants to get it right.

But he can still be interrupted.

numbered_doctor

There's a subdued looking doctor in the bar this afternoon, and, having tucked herself into a quiet booth, she seems to be reverting into old habits by the way she's going through her beer and by the look of the bottles in front of her, it's definitely not her first.

Anyone want to try and stop her?

loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com

Up in Room 108
[Duet for Claws and Swords plot...because what isn't these days?]

Jason doesn't look too terribly thrilled in his booth. He feels cranky...maybe from the fight with Ruin earlier in the week. That's probably it. Though he'd hoped that jaunt with Scarlet in her world would have helped pull him out of it. It was a fun trip...maybe a little too fun. His nose is still faintly pink and burning a bit; he should have asked Scarlet to switch that tube out with the steel one...

So, for all intents and purposes, Jason is hung over. Tread softly and carry a big latte.

likesthecoat

Wouldn't you know it.

Now is seriously not the best time for the door to open to Milliways--in fact, it could hardly be worse. There's still cleanup to do in Cardiff (enormous demon that killed with its shadow--it's a long story) not to mention a certain missing captain to find.

Ianto's still reeling.

And now he has to do this reeling in Milliways. Brilliant.

cutting_edgex23

[OOM: Mission: Prom Dress is a go.]

[tinytag: Meg Ford]

shadowsusannah.livejournal.com

[OOC: OOM: You've had your fill of asphalt
Cough tremors, and smoke-filled doors]

nathaniel_kitten

Nathaniel had been walking through Guilty Pleasures, intent on making it to the dressing area. He still had an hour before his shift, and that was just enough time to brush out his hair and change.

But it's not the dressing room Nathaniel finds himself in.

He pauses as the door shuts behind him, lavender eyes glancing around a bar that Jean-Claude certainly wouldn't step foot in, least of all own.

"What?" he almost whimpers, panic starting to set in.

The panic becomes acute when he turns around and there is no door to return through.

[OOC: I know there was a Nathaniel in the bar a couple years ago, but this is a new Nathaniel. No past millicanon for him here. A fresh slate. ^_^]

blueshifted.livejournal.com

Barney, at the bar, reading a book and eating apple slices. Mun: feeling minimal today.

Ahh, life's simple pleasures.

[Tiny Tag: Barney Calhoun, Annabelle Newfield, Vault 101 Dweller (Ellen Park)]

m-antonivs.livejournal.com

Word had reached Rome of a defeat in North Africa. Two legions on Caesar's side, destroyed.

Two legions destroyed, and with the men their commander, cut down like grain at the harvest.

Their commander, Curio. Dashing, charismatic, fascinating Curio, the man for whom everything had seemed to come naturally, easily. Curio, whom everyone had loved. Curio, the lover in Antony's youth.

A dead man cannot betray, no matter where politics or fate may carry him, and yet--the thought of Curio, so full of life that he lit up any room he was in, lying pale and lifeless on the sand in some forsaken part of the world--

So the Antony that stalks into Milliways today goes straight up to the bar, in search of a drink. He'd never admit it, but he could sure use some company.

[this one's for the cicero fans. open until it falls off the page]

ten_of_swords

[OOC: Part of the Duet for Claws and Swords plot.]

The bruises Jason had left him have healed.

Ruin doesn't look like he's been in two fistfights with two different people in the last two weeks.

In fact, Ruin just looks pleasant and smug and content.

He's enjoying his drink, eyes scanning the bar.

There's a lot to do.

There was always a lot to do.

[OOC: Warning for discussion of rape in the Teja thread.]

aeons_crackshot

Annabelle has hauled all of her weapons and armor downstairs for maintenance. Well, everything but the grenades. Thanks to Milliways, this list includes: one repainted set of Combine body armor (sans helmet), one bulletproof vest, two pistols, a set of throwing knives, a combat knife, a sniper rifle, a whip, and a sawed-off shotgun.

This is not, by Annabelle's standards, a terribly large selection of weaponry, but it is taking up about a table and a half in a well-lit corner. Come on over and say hello, or just boggle at her collection.

(OOC: tinytag! Annabelle Newfield)
Open until I make another entrance post!)

nothawkingbird.livejournal.com

(OOM:
Fights and battles have begun
revenge will surely come
your hard times are ahead
Back in NY, The Skrulls have invaded, and nothing is ever the same. And when you're young, and part of the front lines of defense, you will get over your head.)


Spoilers for Secret Invasion

Current Music: Butterflies and Hurricanes - Muse

bringer_of_fun

It's self-explanatory, really.

Bobby has made a nice, level strip of ice across the grass by the lake, about 20 meters long and five feet wide. At one end of the strip are slightly over-sized bowling pins made out of ice. No bowling balls are in evidence.

Bobby looks around hopefully for someone willing to play with him.

[[ooc:Slowtime is inevitable, as I am only around for about an hour, but thread is open until it falls off the page!]]

othercaptjack

What you don't get used to, when your body resets at death, is the pain.

Oh, his threshold is a decent amount higher than most people's, it's true, and the knowledge that you will survive does a lot to increase your tolerance, but when it comes to the few moments before the body dies from trauma or violence, there's little than can describe it.

The air pocket surrounding the TARDIS is unstable with the door shut on him, and only the grip he has on the sides prevent him being torn away the the leeching winds of the vacuum around it that is rapidly draining away his body heat. Jack waits as long as possible before he has to breathe in once more and it feels like inhaling ice crystals, but he keeps on screaming to be let back in, to be brought into the warm, and then for it to stop.

Until, inevitably, it does.

And wouldn't irony just have it that that's the point at which he lands in someplace entirely seperate from the cold emptiness of the Time Vortex, crashing to the floor and lying still, skin and clothes traced in frost crystals that begin to melt demurely in the sudden warmth of Milliways.

He's dead, naturally.

Give him a minute.

[OOC: It's half past three in the morning, and so I must draw a slowtime before I DIE. Unlike Jack, I don't come back when that happens. :( Will continue all tomorrow - you are all amazing. ♥]

and_3_quarters

'15th May. Can't believe the hysterics Grandma had on her surprise visit. Okay, so we were eating cold beans around a gas stove, but we were comfortable enough.
She was dead cross because she had to pay our electricity bill and now can't buy a dead cow to put in her freezer for winter. She might have been joking, it's not a very big freezer.'

Adrian is sitting near the fire, reading Hard Times by Charles Dickens.

[tinytag: Adrian Mole]

guppy_sandhu

Guppy doesn't remember a whole lot about last night, apart from what happened at home and something about setting something on fire. And waking up to find dead leaves in his hair.

This isn't very reassuring.

He's having a black coffee and composing on a note pad what to say to his wife before she finds the empty bottles of booze that was left over from their dinner party in the recycling bin.

[ooc: Risk of mild Casualty spoilers in comments]

whitestshoes.livejournal.com

[OOM: Jim and Pam decide to get married. About nine hours before they decide to wait.]

There's something different about Pam as she sits in the bar tonight.

It's not the fact that she looks like she's gotten a little bit of sun. (One can blame that on the company picnic and the fact that her sunscreen was a crappy store-brand.) Nor is it the fact that instead of her usual post-work cocktail, she's enjoying a plate of cookies and milk. (Although that may also have its significance.)

No, it's probably got a lot to do with the fact that she's literally beaming. There are lots of reasons for her to be happy these days, but one in particular rises above all the rest.

(If you're guessing it involves her fiance, you'd be correct - but there's also a third party that's giving her cause to get excited.)

[tiny tag: pam beesly]