milliways_bar | Jul. 19th, 2009

Jul. 19th, 2009

(Millitimed to immediately after this)

Hear that lonesome whippoorwill
He sounds too blue to fly
The midnight train is whining low
I'm so lonesome I could cry

immortalthief

Amanda is sitting at a table a half eaten sandwich and salad next to her and a now clod cup of tea. All of her attention is engaged in the book she is readying titled Under The Big Top

She might be greatful for the interuption as she seems to have forgotten tha she is still hungry.

the_cupbearer

Ganymede is outside, this afternoon, enjoying the sun and the gentle, broken shine off the lake's surface. He has a little silver ring in one hand, turning it to see the diamond embedded in it catch the light.

It turned out very pretty, though he has no idea of when he could give it to the intended recipient. Even immortals can be shy about that part. But he shows no signs of ~~much~~ outward worry, instead looking the same as he usually does; serene, beautiful, and young.

aeons_crackshot

Annabelle is puzzled for a moment when Bar gives her a cupcake with a candle in it along with her coffee. "Do birthdays even count once you're dead?" she asks dryly.

(OOC: I finally came to a decision about her birthday because I realized it needed to fall before this date in the Trinity Universe time-line. This post is open as long as anyone wants to tag it!)

the_lioness

After discussing the situation with Mike and getting his approval, Alanna spends the morning clearing out her flat and writing notes. One note in particular gives her a headache, and she stops by Bar for coffee before posting the average looking piece of paper with larger than normal handwriting high on the bar notice board. It reads:

Patrons of Milliways -

Last Thursday, West Rosen's body was found in the woods. We believe he was murdered.

Security is looking for any information that might pertain to the crime, as well as individuals who feel they can offer something to the investigation. If you remember anything strange about that night or have a skill that could help us locate the person or people responsible, please let us know -- visit either the office or the flat across the hall.

In the meantime, keep a thought to your safety. Thank you.

-Sir Alanna of Olau

That done, she leaves the rest of the notes with Bar and hurries back to Pirate's Swoop.

( For Security )

( For Tom Riddle )

[OOC: Greetings! Feel free to start threads or leave notes about West here or here. If you want/need Alanna for anything, like getting your pup involved, she can be there. If your pup is a known investigator (on the list or someone a security member has 'deputized' for this), it's also ok to handwave Alanna giving said pup access to reports and photos, as long as they stay in the office. This is in no way meant to limit West things to these two posts, just give pups more options. I... think that's everything. If you have any questions, let me know. :) ]

theflyingsquirl

Squirrel is at a table near the bar this afternoon (with bonus newborn babysqrl Evan, currently asleep in a sling against Squirrel's chest, but this isn't about him).

He is a mutant with a clipboard again today, but instead of it containing a survey, today it's got a sign-up sheet.

Oh yes it does.

The sign-up sheet matches the sign on the table:

Desserts of the Multiverse
Sign Up Here

He is both botherable and approachable.

You know you want to.

[open until it falls off the page. ooc info is here]

gotham-knocking.livejournal.com

At long last, Knox takes Rapunzel to meet the parents.

works-in-space.livejournal.com

Jim is reviewing the duty roster for tomorrow. And smiling. For tomorrow is not just any day. It's July 20 on the old style Earth calendar. Also called Apollo Day, or Moon Day. The anniversary of the first men on Earth's moon.

In broader galactic terms, of course, this day is not particularly unique - every spacefaring species has its small steps and giants leaps. But to Jim, and to many others in Starfleet, July 20 holds special resonance. So much so that there are always ceremonies. The text of the plaque left on the Eagle over 400 years ago (and still preserved on the Sea of Tranquility) is read. The achievements (and sacrifices) of the original astronauts are recalled. And for one day a year, there is a second mission patch added to Starfleet's uniforms. Not surprisingly, Jim already has that patch in place.

Come say hi to one of Starfleet's highest ranking space ~~geeks~~ buffs.

the-nice-1.livejournal.com

Aleph has that laptop of hers again.

On the floor, near the fire. Every so often she glances up and charts the course of the fire!fish. Because. There's not a hell of a lot for her to do at the End of the Universe, seeing as how she's trapped and all.

(Lies lies lies. She just hasn't been looking. -ed)

She is very, very botherable.

six-ofone.livejournal.com

[OOM: "The Centurions did get out of hand."]

bringonthewonder

[OOM: Millitimed to directly after this. Even if you know how to look, it doesn't mean you'll find anything.]

gorgonfondness

Mia's been around, Milliways. You just didn't know it.

She's had her appointment with Jessica and everything checked out all right. HGN still seems suitably unaware of her current condition. The project for the Magic Guild is moving along at a steady pace. Government issues aren't a major problem.

Everything seems to be going fine.

So Mia's starting a baby blanket (green of course!) for her son.

Every now and then, she pauses her crochet needle in the yarn and just giggles at how surreal yet wonderful this feels.

Botherable.

aintno-disco.livejournal.com

She's trying to go home after a heist, this time. but perhaps it's just as well; she's kept that thing about tabs here under advisement since she first heard it, and this seems like as good a time as any to do something about it.
(Not to mention, knowing she can get to Milliways without going to Moist's apartment first is... useful.)
She takes the bag of goodies she got from this particular jewelry store, sets the bag on Bar's surface, and has a tab deep into the positive, after a few minutes' discussion. She eyes the tab board for a few moments, then says, "...No, perhaps we should move some of that to Moist's tab." It's the least she can do, after that introduction.
Her tab goes down a bit, and Moist's goes up a bit - enough to offset the rest of his balance due and spot him a few drinks, if not more. "Yes, I think that will do quite nicely."
With the business out of the way, she gets herself some pasta and settles in at a table to eat and people-watch.

rookiebuster.livejournal.com

He's been seen in the Bar, taking jobs to test equipment, and now he's back from what can accurately be described as a house-call. Except right now...he looks more than a bit sick or queasy, recovering from something or other. He walks over to the bar, headachey.

"Say ummm...D'you have something for a headache, a hangover, an upset stomach, and a twisted knee?"

Bar inquires about the twisted knee.

"I just tripped. Anything?"

Several items appear, mostly pills for that sort of thing. There's also a Prairie Oyster there for him. He's...not too sure about that one.

onebluesuit.livejournal.com

It'd taken Phoenix a while to actually notice the notice board, but once he did and once he'd seen the latest posting, there wasn't much left for him to do but frown.

Investigators. He wasn't an investigator - he was an attorney. He did his share of investigating, that was true. He had to. But that didn't mean that he'd ended up here to help with this.

Besides, he was a defender. And from what he's heard so far, he's really not sure he'd want to defend anyone who might've been involved in a crime at the end of the universe.

That was why he was looking seriously into a glass of 'grape juice' - a bit of a splurge on his part - while sitting at the bar. He probably shouldn't have bought it. But, well... everybody needed a splurge now and then, right?

not_lugosi

Bela stayed the night in X's room, surrounded by guns and a ring of salt, with X watching the door. It helped. She nearly fell apart then, but she managed, somehow, to hold it together.

Now she's back in her own room with a lines of salt blocking her door and windows, and a whole sack of it to use if she needs it. She will keep a vial of holy water and a gun on her from now on. She is terrified, again, but she's not backing down.

She creeps down to the bar, intent only on ordering food from a waitrat, getting more ice for her wrist, and dropping off a note for Cal. She doesn't feel like company tonight. Especially once she sees the sign about the murder investigation. She curses under her breath and places the note on the bar.

"Please give this to Cal as soon as you know he's here, okay? Please?"

The note disappears. She hurries back up to her room with her ice.

( To Cal Chandler )

veryscaryrobot.livejournal.com

After reading Alanna's note on the blackboard and leaving a note for Security, Cameron clomps back to the bar with her math textbook and begins to solemnly calculate cosines.

She's like the low-tech high school version of laptop squatters at Starbucks.

Well. Low-tech in one sense.

morelikeasponge.livejournal.com

Plunk.

Plunk.

Splorch.

Plunk-unk.

Peter Petrelli is standing by the edge of the lake, half-heartedly attempting to skip stones.

waste-wanderer.livejournal.com

(OOM: Bonzo and Weasel decide to explore the woods together...

.....and quickly wish they hadn't.)

dragonofgrey.livejournal.com

It had been some years since the events that had shaped him. Those last two years of Hogwarts. That first night here, after one of the worst in his life. When Headmaster Dum... when the former Headmaster had died, despite his own failings, and because of Professor's Snape promise to protect him. To make the choice he couldn't. Draco had out his green Rememberizer, watching his own haunted face gazing into a mirror. And then later, running with Snape and the other Death Eaters. And then arriving here, and running into Tom, then Potter and Weasley. Then other events later. Other failings that sucked him down physically, mentally and emotionally for a time. Sometimes he still had moments, especially in his nightmares. They had lessened, but still happened from time to time.

And he found himself wondering just what kind of legacy he would be giving his children. Briefly he rolled up the sleeve on his arm, and his hand slid over the smooth pale skin. What kind of background and heritage would they bear? He at least prayed his son would never know another Dark Lord.

He was sitting at a table, with some tea that had long gone cold. Biscuits clearly forgotten from his troubled thoughts.

(ooc: Guess what the mun saw today. Very good rendition, but made my headvoice broody and reflective.)