milliways_bar | Jul. 14th, 2009

Jul. 14th, 2009

walking_napalm

"Oh," says Liz Sherman, staring at the napkin that Bar has just presented her with.

"My.

"God."

themidnightson

[OOM: In a ~~world renown~~ little known meadow --

I can tell you're in denial, get over it
I can tell you're in denial, get over it

]

Current Music: Gomez - Notice

a1enzo

Enzo, once again, tucked away in a booth with his homework. The narration would like to say he's more cheerful than last time, but unfortunately, this is not entirely the case. However, it's less a matter of preoccupation and more irritation over his History reading, so that's probably a good sign.

(That's not to say the earlier worry is gone. He's just being more stoical about it. Sometimes, that's all you can do.)

stuck-mynock.livejournal.com

Atton has snacks. Delicious snacks.

They mostly take the form of soft, chocolate-chip cookies which he is gnawing on absently while people-watching. It's been a while since he last people-watched, but then, there's never been much of a reason to before.

[Plotlocked to John Smith.]

evilontheloose

Bikini? Towel? Rock by the lake? Check. Check. Check.

But this is definitely not the wereleopard girl you were looking for, sorry: one evil genius with a nifty robotic left forearm laying out, trying some of that 'relaxing under the sun' before the sun gets too hot. Her eyes are closed but she probably isn't asleep.

Later on Jordan will move to the Caribbean inlet for a swim. At either point company might be appreciated, pending who it takes the shape of.

[ Jordan Kennedy ]

[ Open until it falls off. Apologies to Elizabeth-mun for hijacking her EP style. ]

time_dancer

[Milli-timed to two weeks ago: Out in the mountains, Val comes across the Labyrinth]

Val has picked up on all the extra security activity and heard the rumors that are going around about the murder. After her recent adventure, she doesn't want to get involved and really, she doesn't have anything to add to the investigation anyway. Still, she is a hero and helping is part of her heritage.

So this morning she decides to offer help as she can, leaving the following note with Bar for the Head of Security:

( Read more... )

She then picks up her bowl of oatmeal and fruit to head for some fresh air.

boundxkitty

Elizabeth is stretched out on the couch, stomach down, head pillowed on one arm, reading. She's a cat, which means that she has a way of taking up pretty much all of the couch despite her not being overly big. She may make room for you if you want to join her. If she decides to be nice.

ps_you_look_hot

The vampire that walks into the bar today has a definite spring in his step. He looks relaxed, at ease, quite comfortable with himself (which, let's face, he always is).

But today is special. Today he managed to get one of his mini-mes up and walking for a whole five minutes before it collapsed again.

Hey, a breakthrough is a breakthrough.

He steps up to the bar with grin. "A glass of your most ridiculously expensive scotch, please."

He'd go for the Atlantean he recently discovered, but he's going for celebratory, not passed out drunk.

organicmeatbag.livejournal.com

[OOM: Revan needs to work. To set his mind on other things. Only, working, in his state, is not such a good idea. Meanwhile Kira waits for her stupid husband and then confronts him as soon as he gets back.]

candied-rabbit.livejournal.com

Momiji hasn't been around for a while - and an even longer while in his own world, a good three and a half months. The funny thing is, it isn't that his door has been missing. It's just that it's showed up and been New Year's or the return to school after winter break or preparation for the senior class' graduation, and he's...well, shook his head and shut it firmly every time.

But today he stands in the doorway for a moment, blinks, and then steps through, heading off towards the Bar. He's out of his school clothes for the moment, wearing just jeans and a lavender shirt with darker vine and flower designs done up the side.

He's also whistling out the tune of some pop song and feeling a great deal more carefree than he has in a while. It's a good day, today.

"Hey, Ms. Bar? Can I have a strawberry milkshake?"

Happy bunny in the Bar!

(OOC: Open all day; will be in and out occasionally.)

the_cupbearer

It's been a little while since this particular immortal has been out here, at the archery range set up on a flat patch of grass just between the back side of the lake and the treeline. He isn't wearing a quiver, just has the arrows stuck into the soft ground where he can reach them.

Ganymede is good at this, having had a fair few years to practice at it. The vast majority of the arrows are hitting, and going where he wants them to, and that's a good thing. It's cathartic. After a few, he lowers the bow and rubs his fingers, where the cord sits.

Feel free to interrupt him, or watch; he won't mind.

im-so-sari.livejournal.com

[Out of Milliways: "I dunno, maybe somethin' sweet... somethin' pretty... somethin' loud." Dialogue lifted from Transformers Animated Episode 10, "Sound and Fury."]

Okay, so Sari and Bulkhead didn't get do a whole lot of toy shopping today. But they kicked a supervillain's butt, and that's even better. Thus, Sari's feeling pretty good as she comes into Milliways today.

"Baconizer Burger and a vanilla milkshake, please," she says as she climbs onto a stool. "Oh, and some paper and a pencil. I gotta write a birthday list."

Current Mood: hungry

rookiebuster.livejournal.com

(OOC: Eat!)

Some people keep busy in different ways around here. There are those who lounge around the bar all the time, others that have to go back for various things, and what-have-you. There are others, though, that get this funny idea in their head that they should go into business for themselves. And that would explain the bold-print sign pinned up in the bar now.

Having trouble with your latest invention?
Unsure of what side-effects your new formula might have?

Act now, and call the
Experimental Equipment Technician.

Your equipment will be put to the test so YOU don't have to!
Look for the man in the Ghostbusters uniform!

There was a caucasian male in the in the bar wearing a Ghostbusters jumpsuit. He was not any of the classic four Ghostbusters, but somebody else. Clearly a Ghostbuster, though, as he had his equipment with him, which was currently the most advanced stuff that he had. Call it a portfolio of achievements. These things had all been upgraded and untested until he came along, and it was half-expected that he might explode. After that, the Rookie here figured he had enough experience to delve into the hat again and see what comes of it...here in milliways. He was seated at a table now, uhhh...playing Tetris on a Gameboy.

dark_dancer

Having deduced very little from her rafter-chillin' session the other day, Cata finally asked Bar for a translation of some of the signs that have been going up like mad, of late.
"...Oh. Someone's dead, then."
She shrugs, gets herself a sandwich and some water, and sits down to start working on Hamlet again. She's nearly done, and therefore nearly to the slightly less ridiculous poisoning scenes.

venusadept_2

Felix is somewhat surprised, tonight, to be greeted by a napkin note.

"What?"

After another note, he replies uncertainly with, "Oh... all right," and heads to the back. With a certain amount of trepidation he goes to the specials board and writes:

Wine
Milk

After a few moments' thought, he adds:

Other things that don't need combining

Current Mood: out of his depth

shakemy-hand.livejournal.com

Todd is sitting with a laptop from Earth at his table. There is also a glass of blue swirling stuff. He is typing something. You are welcome to read over his shoulder, or bother him, if you like.

coreenfennel.livejournal.com

So, Coreen, Squirrel and teensy Evan are up for visitors in the infirmary. Come say hi!

mogget_cat

Yrael is outside, practicing his swordwork.

He's fast, very fast, but most would fault him for practicing all offensive moves - repeated and varied stabs and thrusts - while completely ignoring his defense.

He has his reasons.

ostro_goth

On such a fine morning as this, there is always a number of people outside, happily doing outdoors things. Among them are today:

one purple god of magic, wearing a green gardening apron, and weeding between the roses in the garden by the back door of the bar

one tarot card, smoking a large cigar while leaning on a fence near the horse stables, watching the animals graze peacefully

one dead Ostrogoth, wearing nothing but knee-length shorts, and surfing -- yes, surfing! -- in the Caribbean inlet, as Xaldin taught him last year

one relaxed swan king, still wearing black drawstring pants, a white tee-shirt, and black flip-flops, sitting on a rock by the lake with a very large iced latte, and waiting for the other shoe to drop.

parkerlee

Dixie-cups of liquid chocolate are arrayed across Parker’s table this evening. Arranged in neat ranks and files, each set is marked with a small tent card denoting a particular flavor.

A new company has sent several complimentary tubs of their product to Everything Nice in the hopes of scoring some business. Chocolate body paint is a solid seller, and the new flavors are adventurous, no doubt. The question is, are they too adventurous?

Sophie, Parker’s boss, has set up a similar sample table in the boutique. Parker is seeking opinions from farther afield. Hence the large Volunteers Needed sign on the table and the stack of surveys. A cup of pens, a large bowl of popsicle sticks, and a tub of hand wipes also occupy the end of the table, with a trash can tucked discretely under the edge.

Parker stands behind the table, smiling at any and all passers-by.

“Chocolate samples? Chance to give your opinion on exciting new flavors. Come on, folks. Don’t be shy.”

[OOC: Wow--you guys rock so much! The mun needs to head to bed, but thank you, thank you to everyone who dropped by for chocolate. I'll pick up tags in slowtime in the morning.]

not-toothfairy.livejournal.com

[OOM, present day, the desert outside Barstow: "They're heeeeeee-eeeere...."]

Ironhide stumps through the door with an odd sound like the THX noise played in reverse. He glances around at the assembled organics, grunts to himself, and makes his way over to the Bar. Once he gets a sizable glass of Singha beer, he settles in at one of the stools and turns to watch the room for a while.

Watch, not glower at. For once in his very long life, Ironhide is in a good mood and nothing is exploding other than what's outside the Window.

noteful

Meg Ford has a good mood and a plate of cookies, and no one to share either with.

Alas.

themidnightson

[OOM: An hour or two after this.]

This was not Isabella's Swan closet. Obviously.

At least he won't have to hide from Chief Swan checking in on his daughter now?

guppy_sandhu

The nature of working in the infirmary here means that sometimes there isn't an opportunity to communicate between staff.

As such, Guppy made the unfortunate mistake of having the thought 'What's in here?' whilst doing his infirmary rounds and came across the most disturbing thing he's seen since a patient's gangrenous foot fell off in his hand.

He's now sitting at the bar, looking a bit pale and peaky and having a stiff drink. It takes a lot to squick him, and he's currently debating whether to warn the other staff.

joan_of_archaeology

There's a strange sound up in the rafters of Milliways, and then the heavy thud of stone falling onto stone. Then Annja Creed drops from the rafters, landing on the floor in a crouch to lessen the impact.

She's still wearing the same clothes she was the last time she came to the bar, but now they're streaked with dirt, and her boots are wet up to her calves.

This is obviously not where she was expecting to turn up. Annja drags herself to a standing position and promptly flops back down into a nearby chair. It's been a long day.

mandercommander.livejournal.com

Bonzo is out back, making little burn marks in a target on a tree. The fact that his blaster is on its perpetual 'stun' mode means the black smudges are smaller, but they're still there.

His shooting clearly shows three things:
1) He knows how to fire the weapon in question.
2) He has at least some practice hitting a target.
3) He was not the army sniper in any army he ever served in.

He's also somewhat focused...not too focused, but if you startle him badly...I hear the infirmary is a nice place to wake up.