milliways_bar | Aug. 26th, 2009

Aug. 26th, 2009

a-fell.livejournal.com

OOM: TUESDAY 25TH AUGUST

And this card,
Which is blank, is something he carries on his back,
Which I am forbidden to see.

- T.S. ELIOT, 'THE WASTE LAND'

eisenheimhaus.livejournal.com

Eduard has totally been around.

Around Sophie, as much as he can get away with.

But for now, he's hiding from his work in his father's shop, sketching out a new design. Come say hi.

noteful

Meg has had a weird couple of weeks, and they just keep getting weirder.

She's both grateful when the bar pops up today (more time to get things done) and a little trepidatious (most if not all the weirdness of the last two weeks has happened here).

So . . . Meg, baseball rule books, note pads, and lemonade.

If you want to weigh in on team names, this is your last shot -- Meg is ready to cross something off the To Do (Baseball) list.

[OOC: Erratic slowtime for work, but here.]

no-older-brothr.livejournal.com

Quite some time ago, a young woman with a phlegmatic gray horse in tow wandered into a celestial realm full of barbarians and the Great Buddha Victorious in Strife. Nothing of the sort has happened since, and she has been quite happy with that; celestial realms make everyday life awfully difficult. Especially when... well.

Even when one comes from a family with a distinguished military record on par with the Hua patriarch's, if one is a girl one simply cannot walk into an army camp and be accepted as anything other than somebody's mistress- at best. Which is why the Hua child who walked into the Imperial recruiting camp six weeks ago with a phlegmatic gray horse in tow gave his name as Hua Zhong Er, and has yet to undress or conduct certain other activities in the presence of his fellow soldiers. Not that most of them care, and those who do are mostly convinced that the boy had a tragic accident involving being gored by a pig, but there is no sense in taking chances.

Even when said boy discovers, to his chagrin, that the tent in which he was supposed to be doing armor maintenance is apparently a celestial realm full of barbarians all over again.

[tinytag: Hua Mulan, Sameth]

hands-of-blu.livejournal.com

Every now and then the management gets its head on straight. After much deliberation and examining of records, BLU upper management has allowed that it may not be possible after all to fully resurrect the Engineer who teleported everything except two kidney cross-sections and an earhole to parts unknown. The assignment has been rescinded, at least for now, which leaves the Medic free to pursue other experiments in his downtime.

Just his luck that Milliways surprised him when he was headed for the washroom after one such experiment. Excuse us a moment, he'll be out and talkative just as soon as he no longer smells like he was struck by the fist of Lysolus, God of Antiseptics.

[tinytag: BLU Medic]

shoeless-ed.livejournal.com

"The Cosmotron 5000 traverses light-years and centuries in the blink of an eye!" Ed announces. She is holding an object that is, at a guess, a miniature space ship kludged together from various Lego sets. She's waving it around to simulate a turbulent trip through space (or possibly time).

Speaking of Lego sets, Ed has commandeered a number of small tables and set up different Lego worlds on each. There's a jungle with vine-covered ancient ruins and a native village on one table, a medieval castle and jousting field on a second, and a Wild West town on a third, to name a few. In the interest of adding realism to the simulated flight of the Cosmotron 5000, Ed is not only waving the ship about but running around and between her Lego-world tables as she does. All while emitting various spacey noises.

[OOC: Anyone may tag, but be warned that slowtimes are inevitable.]

im-so-sari.livejournal.com

When your schooling consists of daily lessons with a live-in robot tutor (does it count as 'live-in' with a robot?), the concept of 'summer vacation' doesn't mean a whole heck of a lot. To her, the changing of the seasons just means a change in temperature and fewer reruns on TV.

Still, there are other aspects of the season that are worthy of interest. Sports, for example. Specifically, the baseball game for which Sari has just signed up.

(Oh, and she's still got that bandage on her right hand. She's hoping she'll be feeling better by the time of the game.)

Current Mood: excited

pirate-gibbs.livejournal.com

Gibbs has sat himself upon his favorite boulder by the shore, where once he had a fine view of the Black Pearl, before it (and he) returned to the world. Things were simpler then. Jack was the captain, he was the boatswain, and the Pearl was home. Now? The Empress may be a fine ship, but she's not home. And Mrs Captain Turner, for all her unexpected skill, is with child, and heaven alone knows what that will mean. Yes, she says it won't change things, but Gibbs has his doubts. Even ignoring all his superstition about babes in arms aboard ships, he fully expects that things will not be as simple as his captain hopes they will be.

He pours himself a fresh cup of rum from the large bottle he acquired from the bar, and as he drinks looks out over the deceptively calm sea.

basic_powers

Tyler's been stuck in Bar for several months now, and with it being currently the height of summer, he's fallen into a familiar routine. Morning is getting breakfast and practicing his runs, either up in the rafters, or out along the lake for a while with Winston. With Mr. Shephard missing from the Bar, he's not willing to jog in the woods alone. After exercise it's light studying of various topics, try as he might he can't get any books on how to deal with gaining superpowers, dealing with super villians, or disabling robots beyond his usual comic books.

Which leaves him with the afternoon free to do whatever sort of fun he can reasonably and safely get himself into. Which today, warm as it is, involves a bucket of waterballoons, swim trunks, large sling shot and the crow's nest of the treefort.

Kids these days.

astral-brat.livejournal.com

[ OOM: Ben is starting to get used to his routine of training sessions and lunch and academic lessons. A pretty girl is about to kick him back into holodrama land, though. ]

gorgonfondness

Mia gets a note just as she was sitting down for a sandwich. She picks it up, looks it over, and goes, "Well, I don't mind, but I am hungry. Would you mind giving us a quick grog loaf sandwich first before you go to sleep?"

... ... ...

"No good, huh? Well, what if you just give me the parts and I assemble it myself?"

This seems satisfactory to Bar, so she provides a plate with Mia's usual fixings and quickly nods off.

After a moment of thoughtful chewing, Mia uses the hand not holding her sandwich to write down the specials:

Non-Alcoholic Happy Hour

Dark Chocolate Peanut Butter Milkshake
Purple Cow
Earth Shake

She puts her sandwich down, brushes the crumbs off of her hands, swallows, and calls out, "Happy Hour!"

nathaniel_kitten

[OOM: Millitimed to last Friday (the 21st) - Nathaniel goes to Asher's room, at which point some gifts are given, a lot of discussion occurs, and it all ends with pleasant lovemaking.

Warnings: the usual with these two. ^_^ Except there is discussion of Nathaniel's past sexual experiences, no matter how brief they are mentioned.]

puppyeyedulfric.livejournal.com

There's an Ulfric in the bar. Currently seated at a booth with tea and papers. A teacher's job doesn't end when the kids go home after all. And he's decided to take advantage of this place and do some of the grading now so when he goes back to his world it will be done and he can focus on other things.

Because grading papers is completely boring most days, he'd be open to company or a distraction.

[ooc: Open until it falls off the page. All tags timed before the Anita thread.]

japanese-beetle.livejournal.com

There is a superhero lounging on a couch with a large glass of milk. Two percent, if you're curious. He's down to his socks, basketball shorts (the loose fitting modern ones, not the booty shorts!), and a tee-shirt that says something about NARColeptics.

He's completely botherable.

[As always, this EP is open forever. Tag him; it's fun!]

[Tiny lazy tag: Beetle]

lastgunslinger

It's simple enough, in the end.

One day Roland leaves the castle to go a-walking; he stays gone for a while. When he returns, it raises no eyebrows.

He smiles.

Time to go alleyo.

It's simple enough, in the end: a section of the forest on the outskirts of the barony of New Canaan. A door, ghostwood, familiar. Not as though he doesn't know what to expect, with the chimes, the brief sensation of falling.

He might even lose his balance and stumble, just a little, when he appears not in front of the bar, but by the lake -- by the Caribbean inlet, in fact. Tide's coming in.

Roland Deschain looks up at the stars, takes in a breath, and does not smile in the least.

He'll stay put, he thinks, looking at the building and the lights, hearing faint sounds of water, glass, low voices. For now.

walksthebounds

[OOM: So: thanks to a hand from Cavilo, Jamie's ended up in a place a bit out of his usual circuit.

A place that, unfortunately, is suspicious of strangers without ID.

What do you do with a problem like Jamie Hamilton?

If you're in charge of security at Weatherall Station, you shove it into storage and hope something turns up to make it go away.

For Jamie, it's been a long eight months. (But fortunately he's good at making friends.)]

the-nice-1.livejournal.com

You know those days when you wake up and find a note on your bed (specially delivered by the waitrats!) saying that you get your electronics back after you've socialized for a while.

So.

Aleph is seated at the bar with a martini for company, all decked out in a little black number she found in her closet (one of a very few number of choices).

Yeah, yeah, talk to her. She wants her laptop back.

Tiny tag: Aleph

blue_ajah

She cannot see Raven, exactly, not in his current state. It does not matter. If he is present, he will make himself known; if not, well, the Wheel weaves.

It is not as though Moiraine does not have other matters with which to occupy herself. Currently, she is settled at her old familiar table, studying the open sentences she has written in a new journal, tapping pen absently against page as she considers the notes she is making.

Whatever is occupying her, it seems to be holding a great deal of her attention, but not all of it.

mamaplays2win

[OOM: Sam isn't necessarily into playing white knight, but she's got a business deal to conduct.]

fiery_ring

Carlotta is wearing a slightly different uniform today - rather than her winter school tunic, she's sporting a grey jersey, a navy blue tie, skirt and beret with a red hat badge.

She's also trying to stick some triangles to a long piece of string.

Come see what she's been up to?

guppy_sandhu

Guppy is out back, practicing kicking one of the target dummies out back.

Good to stay in shape.

mnt_mike

Same Bar.
Same Barman.
Same situation.

Different game she's kicking his ass at.

"This is so unfair. Stupid Mister Onion deserves to be crippled."

protecthefuture

Sarah's back at what might as well be her usual table. Hot chocolate (cold chocolate more like it from sitting) is beside her arm and her head is laid on the table. She's watching the patrons of the bar and being awfully quiet. Perhaps more so than normal. Not that anyone would notice. After all there aren't many that know her in that place. There's a few things on her mind. Skynet being one of them. Her death being another not that it's happened yet.

So the mother of the future is in her own world but very botherable.

of-atlantis.livejournal.com

[OOM: A reunion of old friends.]

[tiny tag: Vexen]

river_meimei

It's a nice evening: warm, breezy, the sky just fading to streaks of pink and orange.

River is lying on her back on the edge of the lake, watching the sky. Her hair spreads around her, tangling with grass; her ankles are propped up on a lakeweed-draped hummock, and her feet hang over water.

There's a dragonfly on her toes.