milliways_bar | Jul. 13th, 2009

Jul. 13th, 2009

mr-smarty-vamp.livejournal.com

[OOM: Millitimed to Friday the 10th - The night after speaking with Asher and Nat, Anita finds Damian in Nathaniel's room. They ~~argue over~~ discuss Asher and Nat's friendship before being joined by Nathaniel and Micah. Arguing and comforting abound before the four finally agree to get some well-earned sleep.

Warnings: angst and white-texted final tag in the first link. More angst in the second link.]

the_dorian_gray

[OOM: Dorian and Ganymede head upstairs for quality time together. As with everything with these two, warning for smut.]

the-h-star-r.livejournal.com

There's a pile of marshmallow bags and melonade cans.

And then a Homestar emerges from them.

He yawns, stretches, and smacks his mouth, going, "Man. Feels like I been out since-" Another smack. "-last Thursday."

He looks at the filth from which he just emerged.

"Ummmmm....maybe I kinds of need a shower."

Feel free to agree with him.

Or to ask where he was on Thursday...

[ooc: Plot related, but not plot locked.]

organicmeatbag.livejournal.com

[OOM: After everything: He not only looks pale and weak, he is. And he hates it.]

gone_byebye

There's been a murder. Ray is unaware of this fact. No one has ever accused him of being the most observant man alive, after all. Maybe if the victim were to get up and start gooping around the place making horrible WHARRRGARBL noises he might catch on to something being amiss in the state of Milliways, but...

Enh. Right now he's just busy with a place by the Window and a list of names and photographs of desecrated graves. Or, more specifically, graves that've recently disgorged their contents. He'd probably talk if someone poked him, though.

[tinytag: The World War I Flying Ace (Snoopy)]

ikissdhimbck

[OOM:

Who's the girl inside of the blue-screen light
The sun is just pouring out
And everything is out of sight

Turn around the room is just black and white
She's whispering
Na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na

Set to some time Saturday night, following a conversation with Doc. No warnings.]

Current Music: "Not California" - Hem

starspangledpie.livejournal.com

Martha isn't paying attention when she opens the door to her office; trying to balance a leather satchel, cell phone, several messages left downstairs for her by constituents who didn't realize she was out of town, and the overwhelming urge to sit down and do absolutely nothing for the rest of the day.

She starts paying attention when the relative quiet of said office is replaced by the hustle and bustle of a busy restaurant. Or, in this case, a bar. This explains the concerned expression, and abruptly non-working phone, on the redhead in business attire and heels standing in front of the Door.

"Oh, my dear ..."

Welcome to Milliways, Martha Kent.

puppyeyedulfric.livejournal.com

Richard is in the bar, eating a late lunch over in a darker corner. He's still not sure exactly what to think of all of this. He had taken a day or so to check out the forest, and aside from it not being Loki property thought it was nice. It was just a lot to overly take in.

But at least he seems to be taking it well, with the sitting at a table and letting the little rats serve him. Ever so weird, rats serving. The sitting down in the bar is also a small effort to not go into hiding, either in his room or back home.

[ooc: Locked to Jason Schuyler. If you really want/need to poke Richard, please ping me first. Headache is causing limited thought processing at the moment.]

the_dorian_gray

[OOM: Dorian receives a phone call back home that will change his life for, at the very least, the next year.]

mr-smarty-vamp.livejournal.com

Damian wasn't surprised to find himself alone by the time night fell. Whoever chose to be in Nathaniel's bed near dawn was usually up and about long before he rose with the setting sun.

Now, however, he has taken to the grounds surrounding Milliways... or, more accurately, the skies. Usually he isn't keen on levitating where he can be easily spotted, but the desire to feel the wind in his hair is too much to ignore tonight. It is one thing that reminds him a little of the sea, though the air doesn't have that salty density to it. The sea has been a comforting thought throughout his long existence, even though he hasn't more than glanced it in centuries.

He loses himself in the sensation of flight, letting his mind go blissfully numb for a short while before picking an inviting, sturdy tree and sitting high in the branches so he sways lightly with the pulse of the wind.

Escapism can be a wonderful thing sometimes.

He's botherable by those who can climb well (or don't need to climb in order to reach him). He has no intention of coming down from his perch.

[[ooc: Primarily slowtimes, as the mun has an appointment and a worsening cough... plus homework. Slowtimes welcomed! ^^]]

lockitwithkeys.livejournal.com

It's the thirteenth and XIII is back again. He's not admitting where he's been. To anyone.

He's been thinking.

It required complete isolation and a lot of time.

Just shut up.

hoorayfor-me.livejournal.com

For the moment that Freya's Door is open, a bedroom can be glimpsed beyond it, sheets rumpled from a night of sleep. Freya has only seen it the once and isn't particularly attached.

Speaking of Freya, she doesn't look too surprised by the bar in the house. Antipsychotics and the sedative from the hospital are still working their way out of her system; if anything, this seems to follow logically to her at the moment. She woke up in perfect silence; wandered through the door into cacophany.

She's clad in a worn light pink sleeping shirt, grey flannel pants, and socks. Her hair is tangled, not that she's particularly bothered by that, and her attention is... scattered.

Tiny telepathic tag: Freya McAllister

{Plz to read this post before tagging.}

500-year-shaman.livejournal.com

The sandstorm outside the front door doesn't seem to touch the boy who walks in through it, though a few grains of sand do skitter in along with him.

"Ah!" Hao smiles, pleasantly surprised at his location. "Hello, Milliways," he murmurs. "It's been a while."

He takes a brief look around, to see if he can spot anyone familiar, before heading for the bar.

had-a-sister.livejournal.com

Immediately before finding Milliways

The door opens, and a girl walks in, shielding her eyes against the light. She's dressed in deerskin pants and coat and a shabby sweater, and she's got smudges of dust and mud on her well-worn boots. The pack on her back is bulky, stiff leather and looks to be filled with what what others would consider garbage.

"Mom? Why is it so bright in here?"

[[ Tiny Tag: Liza]]

art-and-brian.livejournal.com

Justin had come in early for his shift and taken the time to sort some things out in his room. And so, he'd heard news of the murder while in the staff corridor. He didn't know the guy but it hardly matters - murder in this place is depressing enough on it's own and Justin's generally a sensitive lad. Therefore the Specials board simply reads;

Anything non-alcoholic; half price

Members of Security, or anyone helping with the investigation, get one free

Because really, anyone having to deal with a body in the state it was purportedly in deserves a free drink.

'Bar's open.'

[OOC: Annnnnd, we enter the wilderness of slowtime because mun needs to get some dinner. Will tag back sporadically through the evening, thanks all! :)]

coreenfennel.livejournal.com

[OOM: Milliways, welcome a new, tiny resident--Evan Dray Fennel.]

gorgonfondness

[OOM: Draco reassures Mia that he's happy no matter what the baby will be and then talks with his mother-in-law while the Guildmaster has a nap. They make brownies.]

mistressmaryquitecontrary

It's not that Mary's been avoiding the bar since the discovery of the body.

And it's certainly not that it bothered her at all. What's a corpse in the grand scheme of things? She's known people who died before. Perhaps this was a little more graphic than anything she's seen before, but it wasn't worse than anatomy texts. Not by much, anyway.

She's been busy. And that's all. Really.

But it's crossed her mind recently that it is her Public Duty to be in Milliways for now, where she can participate in the investigation if necessary. (And that, perhaps, her absence might suggest that she hasn't been taking it well, when that's obviously not true in the least.) So she's sitting at a table now, straight-backed, carefully writing out all the Clues she might have forgotten to notice about the body.

So far, she's got about as far as 'missing head'.

onebluesuit.livejournal.com

He'd said that he would bring his astronomy textbook from college. But he'd also not really expected to end up back at this bar with the world exploding outside the window. That was why he hadn't brought the book - but now that he was increasingly sure it wasn't a hallucination, well, he'd have to find out just where that book was.

But for now, Phoenix Wright was content to sit at a table, sip grape juice, and stare contemplatively at his phone. No bars, but he didn't expect any.

There was, however, a game of Snake.

captainryan.livejournal.com

Captain Ryan is annoyed. There's been an influx of Security types outside and in, prodding and poking everywhere. It's their jobs, he knows, but he can't help it if his instincts are a little disgruntled at the sudden intrusion.

Find the werewolf at a table in the back, scowling, people watching, and working on a pint.

gondolin-noble.livejournal.com

One elf, dripping wet, dressed in an equally wet tunic and leggings, wanders into the bar, absently plaiting his hair.

The abrupt shift in temperature (towards the colder, alas) brings his head up, and he sighs.

At least there's Dorwinion. Though perhaps he ought to dry out before taking advantage of the couch.

no-tactdiplomat.livejournal.com

The other yellow-and chrome Autobot is in the bar tonight as well, though he isn't singing. Ratchet is going over his diagnostic tools: new mechs will need to be looked over and any damage they've sustained will need to be repaired. The best way to do that is to be sure he himself is in top condition.

It'll be good to see the four newcomers.

theflyingsquirl

Squirrel heads out of the infirmary, thankfully dry, idly rubbing his sore hand--never get on Coreen's bad side, if she can do that unintentionally--and lost in thought.

So he's got a kid now. An actual, out-in-the-open-air kid, with squirrel-ears and a tail, and even a name: Evan. A kid who's got a mother who won't sell him to the circus (though she might take him there and stay with him), a father who can teach him the important things in life when he's old enough (climbing trees, flying, how to accomplish the greatest evil while expending the least amount of energy), and an entire army of... cousins? Siblings? Whatever they are, squirrels to look out for him and be bad influences in all the right ways.

It feels better than he'd expected it to, but it's still scary. ~~And he doesn't think he'll ever have sex again, at least not during the mating season.~~ What do you do with a kid?

(At least nobody will look at him weird for petting Evan's head or scritching him behind the ears. Parents of babies on the campaign trail had never seemed to know what to make of that.)

Up toward the bar he goes to fetch a drink for Coreen (and one for himself), but feel free to waylay him. He could use something to bring him back to the present moment.

[open until it falls off the page. Slowtime for the night, but will catch tags tomorrow, Evil Scout's honor!]

guppy_sandhu

Guppy is at the bar, getting an orange juice and a bowl of mushy stuff.

At his feet, Alex pulls himself up against the bar, lets go, and takes a teeny weeny little step forwards - unseen by his dad. He stands precariously balanced for a moment, then topples over backwards. Guppy looks down.

"Oops! All fall down." he says, bending down and scooping the baby up, oblivious to what just occurred. They go over to a booth near the infirmary to ~~make a big mess~~ have dinner.

cutting_edgex23

[OOM: There's a lot of different ways for boundaries to get stretched. Some of them don't even hurt.]

prob-japanese.livejournal.com

There were signals today. Multiple ones. Patchy in places, but clear enough to recognize otherwise. Someone made such a nuisance of himself that he was very politely asked to take his excitement somewhere else until it could be burned off. We're not saying just who, but let's be honest: there are only so many yellow-and-chrome mechs at Milliways on any given day, and only one who's particularly likely to be singing gleefully in Bengali.

He'll translate if he's asked. He's just a little excited right now.

ellectrical

There are some things that might interfere with Elle's schedule.

Murder is rarely one of them. While perfectly willing to stay away from the warded-off crime scene, she has wandered out toward the lake, walking along the water, possibly deciding on some kind of practice. Rather than wearing her typical work-out clothes, she's in black slacks and a shiny blue tank top tonight.

It's likely that this is going to involve throwing rocks at the water. But her steps are slightly more stilted, and she's flickering glances around the area with greater frequency than she might otherwise.

This might have more to do with being so close to the lake. But, who's going to tell?