milliways_bar | Sep. 13th, 2009

Sep. 13th, 2009

mr-smarty-vamp.livejournal.com

[Millitimed to Sept. 11th, Friday night - After giving Nathaniel a little time to cool off and cope, Damian seeks to make amends and share his feelings with his friend.

Warning for adult content, though no real smexing.]

renegade-enzo.livejournal.com

( The reason why he's here. )

"Don't you have any on hand?" Matrix asks the bar, hoping that at least Milliways will have the desired snack item.

Not currently. AndrAIa cleaned us out, too.

Frag.

How is he going to tell his increasingly moody spouse he can't provide her with what she wants?

Distractions now are in order.

Read that as delay-and-divert tactics for when his wife gets here.

[Slowtime is in effect due to the late hour of posting. Tag whenever you're able to.]

Current Mood: stressed

ofthefamily

[OOM: "You...you just want me to pretend."]

[ooc: featuring the most unsexy sextimes ever.]

bringer_of_fun

[[OOC: Bobby and Jordan go on a date in Bobby's world with some unexpected results. The after date activities are even more surprising, but Bobby's not complaining.]]

Warning: Both threads contain adult material in the form of smut and cuddling.

japanese-beetle.livejournal.com

Beetle has decided to wander. He hasn't really explored much of Milliways as of yet, and he needs to clear his head. Women are so....distracting, and complicated. He doesn't understand why, and probably never will.

He's got a notebook and pencil, occasionally scribbling away in very messy handwriting what seems to be a letter.

His lady back home probably isn't pleased with him, and maybe a letter'll soften her up, for when he plans to go see her. It'll be soon, he swears!

But he keeps getting stuck. The words aren't coming out quite the way he wants.

So, he's sitting down outside, and trying to clear his mind.

Well, when you've not got a lot of brains, it's pretty easy.

Distract him?

[Open until his next EP.]

mistressmaryquitecontrary

If Mary didn't already know that she wanted Blodwen Rowlands dead, the charred, blasted remnants of her tree would be a jarring reminder every time she walked into the bar.

How to accomplish this goal is a little more difficult for a thirteen-year-old girl, but she's certain that if she tries very hard and studies her best, she'll find a way!

(Her allies have told her that patience and information-gathering would be smart. In theory, Mary agrees with this, but she's not a very patient girl. And after all, no one ever got anywhere, scientifically, without testing their hypotheses.

Mary's current hypothesis is that perhaps more mundane methods of curbing Blodwen will work where all the twenty different magical blocks that have been placed on her haven't, which is why she is currently engrossed in a book on poisons.)

thursdays_angel

[OOM: Out on the baseball diamond, the End of the Universe Enigmas get acquainted.

And drink Kool-Aid. But not in the scary way.]

[OOC: Some threads still in progress.]

fanofthegenre

Since her last conversation with Kate, Kate Beckett has been on the lookout for this particularly dangerous man, the one to watch out for. She'll be heeding Kate's words about remaining careful, but it's not exactly in her nature to shy away from dangerous situations.

She's a cop, after all, and if there's criminal activity that she's been made aware of (even in an interdimensional bar), she's going to keep her eyes peeled.

Admittedly, Izzie Stevens has been a little scarce in the main parts of the bar, choosing to enjoy most of her time while Bound outside or at the beach. (There's the small concern of being exposed to too much sun, unfortunately, since it had somewhat negative effects previously.)

When she comes in, taking a large sun hat down from off her head, there's still some light pink dusted over her cheeks, and her complexion is healthy as she takes a seat at the bar in search of some refreshment.

The lonely tourist known as Charlotte Charles (or Chuck, if you're familiar) finds herself in the bar today after a long morning of helping Ned bake pies.

(Consequently, she's got a few spots of flour on her nose and cheeks, but there's something that smells delicious inside the pie box she brings in.)

Minimalist confrontational-spoken word artist post.

She's painting a sign with large red letters. Next to her, a bottle of what looks like real (but is only actually very very fake) blood.

If Roxy Wasserman thinks she's going to get away with selling precious furs, she is sorely mistaken.

Saffron is restless.

She's attempting to combat that restlessness by painting her toenails a distinct shade of crimson, but when that's all done, she's going to be in need of some serious entertainment. A busy con artist is a happy con artist.

[ tiny tag: lacey thornfield ]
[ ooc: open forever. tag early and often. ]

nomorekaraoke

To be brief: there is a snoozing demon onna sofa. Bare feet and ankles sticking out from what appears to be silky jammies what have become bunched against the armrest, and a ~~smoking frock~~ robe. Asia seems to be a subtle theme. When you're hobbling, you have to take what you get, even if it's a loveseat, and you're six foot something. Not the best match, but it'll do. Besides, the fireplace is fabulous.

In actual brevity: snoozing demon onna sofa. Crutch onna floor, within easy reach and out of the way of waitrats and slightly bigger footsies.

52-dropoff.livejournal.com

Nothing like a little kickboxing at the heavy bag to end a morning workout. After all, kickboxing allows for a variety of disciplines to come into play. And it shifts the exercise flow from arms to legs. And it clears the mind, if done right.

Charlie is doing it right, of course.

ostro_goth

Count the cat is irritated. The hole in the floor with the place underneath with all the machines in that the cats could hide underneath and chase each other over has gone -- just gone! He is scratching on the floor where that place used to be, but there are just floorboards there now, and nothing else. Count looks at his human, mewling in protest; but Teja gazes at him quietly over the rim of the paper that bar gave him with his morning tea, and gives no sign of getting up and opening that place up again for him.

It's not fair!! And the human shouldn't laugh at him for it, either.-

not-toothfairy.livejournal.com

OOM: Sam Witwicky moves into his dorm and meets his roommate.

Little does he know that, on the other side of the country, things have begun to go awry....

makesthings

[OOM: "No one gets better at anything save by practicing. Not even talking."]

Quote from Wonder Woman here.

isaysimplewords

Cal hasn't been to Milliways since he got Penny. He has, in fact - and much sooner than he'd ever imagined doing it - turned down a couple of Doors in order to stay with his dog. While he knows that time doesn't pass for him at home, and he could spend a week in Milliways without Penny ever knowing the difference, he's still felt odd about the idea of leaving while she's still settling into her new home.

When this Door shows up, though, he hesitates and glances back at Penny, who is asleep on the couch.

(Of course Cal's dog is allowed on the furniture.)

He has started missing Milliways and the people here, and he is a little wary of turning down too many Doors in a row; they've come less frequently this past week and he doesn't want the rate of appearances to slow down any further. (It doesn't occur to him that maybe Milliways knows he's been busy.) So he takes the Door this time, and when he approaches Bar, she greets him with a raktajino and a note. He reads it and laughs.

"Trying to make sure I stick around for a little while? Sure, no problem."

Drink Specials

vodka
or
anything non-alcoholic

Cal has developed a preference for keeping his specials short and to the point.

[OOC: ~~Open till around ten EST, with preference for working toward a wrap or fade after that, as I am full up on reading assignments for classes and virtually guaranteed to forget any slowtimes.~~ Closed to new tags. Thanks!]

ofthefamily

Outside in a bit, Carlisle's hosting his team meeting.

For now, though, he's sitting at the bar playing with the laces on his baseball glove.

Carlisle gets fidgety when he is enthusiastic about something.

[ooc: some threads potentially still in progress in the team meeting, but it is up! Carlisle is open for tags whenever, if you forgive the family!drama that keeps dragging me downstairs.]

[OOC again: My phone lets me edit and things! This post will be open through tomorrow, since tonight is made of fail.]

cutting_edgex23

[OOM: Girl talk in this apartment is hardly ever what people expect or imagine. Except when it is.]

mogget_cat

Not'cat.

MP3-player.

Couch.

Purrs.

Jealous?

Current Mood: smuuuuuuuuuug

young_gun_billy

Billy is bored. When he mentioned this to Bar she gave him something to do.

So, now there is an outlaw sitting at a table fiddling with a peg board, getting a better score each time he sets the game up.

He's always been the sociable sort, so feel free to ask for a turn.

keptherwaiting.livejournal.com

It wasn't his intention to look at the Classifieds. It never is. It somehow just happens, and Jasper finds himself staring at the multitude of homes for sale whenever he picks up The Seattle Times.

He has no intention of leaving the Cullens, too many factors against it. Yet, the thought is always there, in the back of his mind. Of Alice, him, and a place of their own.

And one listing has him particularly enthralled. It has the acreage, the woods, the room...

A red sharpie appears on the counter and Jasper quirks his lips, circling the listing with it.

He may not sleep, but he can dream.