milliways_bar | Jul. 12th, 2009

Jul. 12th, 2009

Moon has taken a central table as hers.

She shuffles her deck three times.

She cuts it three times.

And then she sets the deck to her left.

Slim fingers turn the first card.

Nine of Swords.

She sighs.

Another card is turned.

Nine of Rods, reversed.

A frown now.

Knight of Swords.

Was there ever a spread involving that lot that didn't make her want to hide under the covers and pretend the multiverse didn't exist?

Moon turns another card...

boundxkitty

Liz is in a booth with the laptop. She's talked with Moon, she's talked with Nat. She's not entirely happy with her Nimir-Ra. Sims is up, but what house she's currently in, and there are many, will depend on when you find her throughout the day. She'll be here all day, facing up to the fact that people from her world are here. A.k.a. she's not hiding out on her rock anymore.

Bothereable.

[ooc: Open ALLLLLLL Day. Replies May be slow do to answering from my phone until about 8pm CST.]

likesthecoat

The Bar has an uncanny ability to sense when Ianto comes into Milliways to brood: she always asks him to bartend on those days. He supposes this is a good thing: it keeps him from dwelling too much in his own head.

There's nothing wrong with playing to his own strengths, too.

TODAY'S SPECIALS
COFFEE
Vermont Coffee
Gunline Coffee
Newfoundland Coffee

He takes off his jacket and tie, and rolls up his sleeves.

Ninja!barista!teaboy on duty.

the_lioness

Alanna has been in and out of the bar more than usual the last few days, armed with books and better warding spells from her communications with Numair. The latest spell has her better pleased than its predecessors, and she's not scowling quite as much this time when she returns from checking on the crime scene. She looks around and takes a seat at Bar, who promptly offers up a steaming cup of coffee and several notes.

She finishes off the coffee as she reads, apparently unconcerned by its temperature. Immediately she asks for pen and paper in order to write the following quick replies:

( For Dr. Carlisle Cullen )

( For Tom Riddle, Lord Ostium )

( For John Smith )

That done, Alanna settles back with a second cup of coffee and a lot to think about. Most of it concerns West, but she's also starting to wonder where Raph and Abigail are; they were due at Pirate's Swoop well before now. Curious.

[OOC: ~~I have to run several errands, but I wanted to go ahead and get this up. I'll be back in 2-3 hours at the most. Feel free to tag, and I will reply ASAP. :)~~ Back!]

evilontheloose

It has been a whirlwind of discoveries, the past few days, but Jordan was quick to explore the potential of this place: she has a room, she has a tab, and... she has a whole new hideout.

That is why she can be found in a booth, tinkering away at her new and improved super-hi-tech prosthetic arm, this one made of more advanced polymers and pure titanium.

She can barely wait to get rid of the old bulky one.

[ Jordan Kennedy ]

ostro_goth

It's still early, but in the morning light, the sound of hammer on anvil is ringing out from the forge.

Teja, after all, is Teja; and in case of any trouble, he starts making blades. There is much trouble among those dear to him, now, and Teja is making a dagger -- fine and thin, of folded steel, pliable and deadly.

The cats are outside, chasing a snarling demonic rabbit between them.-

[[OOC: Forge post -- open to all and sundry, business or chat -- open until it falls off the front page!]]

not-toothfairy.livejournal.com

OOM: "What do you know of the Matrix of Leadership, Starscream?"

[OOC: This concludes our sojourn on Varuna. Welcome to Transformers: Rise of the Fallen, the Milliways TF2007 AU plot.]

wingsofstrength.livejournal.com

[Millitimed to approximately the time of West's murder.]

Kratos hasn't been in the Bar for a while. A long while, both in Bartime and his own time. And unlike the last time when he was in--when he was relaxed, thoughtful, even verging on hopeful, today...

Today he just looks pissed off.

He storms in from outside--where he's clearly spent a great deal of time working off steam by the lake, which is visible in the doorway before he nearly slams the door shut. Something in his expression--still overtly somewhat cool--on second glance indicates a deep-set, raging fury, carefully contained. Still, one hand is clenching the hilt of his sword, and his knuckles are white.

He forces himself to sit down in a booth in a corner, staring angrily at the table, and ignoring the intimidated waitrat who scurries away after a brief word.

[tiny angry tag: kratos aurion]
[open until further notice.]

ofthefamily

Carlisle is back, still looking for Security.

He's never been to the Security office before. After getting a note from the bar, today seems as good a day as any.

[ooc: mostly locked; ping 'stephmuji' if needed.]

mogget_cat

It's been a good weekend for Yrael; Pleasantly exhausting would be the most accurate description.

The not'cat is stretched out on the couch, tonight, still smelling faintly of curry spices and electricity, among other things.

Current Mood: contentedly lethargic

othercaptjack

Captain Jack has been around a week or so. (No really, he has. Timeflow is difficult and his sleeping patterns are existentially challenged.) He's more relaxed than he was when he first appeared, but underlying that, new tension is building. He knows the door will open if he tries it, but he's not sure exactly where to. Immortal or not, floating forever in empty void is not something that appeals to him.

So, basically, he's sitting at a table, procrastinating.

Now with coffee!

(Ianto made it just for him.)

bright_daughter

Outside it is night, darkness having crept across and claimed her bounty of the lands. Except one spot, far over there, across the open space and over the vast rippling waters.

There light hovered, dancing, over the lake-ocean's nightsky reflection.

Shimmering swirls of starlight following the twirl of skirts and outstretched fingers.

noteful

Meg has found a slightly out of the main hustle and bustle this evening.

She's writing a letter, neat handwriting, straight lines on unruled stationary.

She'd probably be happy to take a break and talk. After all, she has all the time in the end of the universe to finish it.

dark_dancer

Cata was going to go take shots at the demon bunnies again, but there was... something in the way. She suspects magic, and as such isn't pushing her luck. Fates know what it would do to her this time.
So instead, she's up in the rafters, people-watching, and trying to get a sense of what exactly happened out there. It's a tactic that's worked in the past, though she doesn't know what the odds are here.

oohshinyalien.livejournal.com

Tosh has only been to the bar once before, and that first time it came as something of a surprise. This time however she's less shocked - in fact this time it was something of an experiment to see if her research was correct - although she is somewhat disoriented still. She manages a small, self-satisfied smile at her suspicions being correct before looking around to find a seat where she can make some notes on her laptop - however, she get's distracted by the sight of two familiar faces.

[Experimental tiny tag: Toshiko Sato]

stillbecoming

Buffy flip-flops toward the bar, idly scanning the room for familiar faces. While she doesn't immediately find any, she does find an unusual number of grim-looking faces.

"Jeez, who died?"

kemo_soggy

Moist doesn't know if Conflict Diamond stuck around, after the other day, but... well. He's got the room now, so he might as well use it, right? Besides, he told Coreen he'd try to be around - if not for the birth itself, then for the aftermath - and he'd rather not go home now and risk not being here tomorrow.
(Tomorrow. Weirdest pregnancy ever seriously.)
So he's at a table, having a go at yet another variation on solitaire.

withahumanface.livejournal.com

The first thing Javert notices, when Milliways appears to him this time, is the subtle change in the atmosphere. It's exactly the kind of thing an officer of the law encounters time and again - a quiet tension, a shift, the sense that something has gone very wrong.

In response, Javert's own demeanor changes. He has been, in the weeks since contacting the Paris prefecture about Valjean's false office in Montreuil-sur-mer, lighter than anyone in Montreuil-sur-mer had seen him to be before. Knowing that the justice Valjean believes himself to have escaped will claim him once more has been precious to Javert, allowing him to endure the inevitable wait as Paris sorts through the hundreds of letters it must deal with every day. It has also allowed him to quietly endure Valjean and to play the part of the humble inspector who has learned his place, which he must do to perfection. Valjean cannot get wind of anything that would prompt him to flee once more. But Javert is a born spy, an actor when the law requires him to be, and that much has come easily.

It is equally easy to cast away that lightness in favor of a more reserved and watchful approach. Something has gone wrong in Milliways. Javert may not have the authority to do anything about it, but some responses are involuntary, and there is nothing preventing him from gathering information if he can.

[OOC: Open till it falls off the front page.]

the_lioness

[OOM: After their not so little adventure, Raph and Abigail finally arrive at Pirate's Swoop. Roughly five minutes later, Raph starts to wish he had kept right on going. Milli-timed to about an hour after Alanna left this afternoon.]

fiery_ring

[oom: Treasure hunt.]

Carlotta is over by the trilobite tank, putting ice on her foot and worrying.

Problem 1: There is now a very badly damaged drainpipe immediately above her bedroom window.

Problem 2: She cannot think of any way to explain how she injured herself when she was supposed to be in bed.

Problem 3: Whilst she has successfully made a copy of the photograph she borrowed from the room she wasn't supposed to be in, she now has no means of putting it back.

And so it goes on.

She gingerly looks at her foot, noting that it's already swelling up with a huge bruise. Grandma is going to have a fit when she sees that.