milliways_bar | Sep. 14th, 2009

Sep. 14th, 2009

licensed-pro.livejournal.com

Well, now, here's someone the bar hasn't seen in a while; a Charlie. He appears to be doing math. Never really his strong suit, but the calculator helps. The sheet he's working on reads something like this:

LC licensed: 6 cpd, 5000 per, no days off, 9 yrs= 98550000
plus: 100 per vd, lb, k= +76500 = 98626500
plus: 600 per hb, nc, scn= +1920000 = 100546500

therapy licensed: 9 cpd, 300 per, weekends off, 6 ms= 351000

total: 100,897,500 USD

He might be doing it again to make sure he hasn't got his numbers wrong.

cutting_edgex23

[OOM: Girls just want to have fun. X is learning what that means. Thanks, Dinah.]

organicmeatbag.livejournal.com

A month has passed, and Revan finds himself as healthy as ever. Even if he may not look it with the ever present stubble and the wrinkles. (Yes, those fine lines are starting to appear at the crease of his brow and around the eyes.) If anything, he looks tired for a man who smiles at the antics his daughters are up to.

And just what are those antics? Why, trying to Force-lift the tot toys they've scattered around one of the couches, of course. The Force is strong with these two-year-olds. But only by so much that they can lift the toys an inch before they crash back down to the rug.

Their progress is amusing to study.

aaaaaaaagh_sky

Some days you get good news, and some days you don't, and the other day was one of those days for Ellen. She's aware that, timestop or no, she needs to get back to her world and trying to find the northern Vault that Paladin Hoss told her about, but... well, the thought of going back and finding who knows what is currently putting the shivers up her spine every time she so much as looks towards the front door. So instead, she's going carefully over the stylized, silvery, lightweight alien guns she brought back from the saucer. Two of them are already spoken for, and if she's going to make her time in Bar count for anything, she needs the others to be in perfect repair before she sells them off.

She's named the pistol-type ones Atomizers and the rifle-type ones Disintegrators. There's four of each spread out on the table as she works with a tube of grayish-blue goo to patch up any dings or damage they have. She likes to keep busy, but wouldn't mind talking, either.

[OOC: Icons to the contrary, she's currently dressed like this. I just don't have any pictures of women in that uniform.]

[tinytag: Sativa, the Chosen One (Fallout 2)]

undignified

Wes has a little cardboard-- flimsiboard?-- disposable cup of caf as he walks in through the door.

Well ... shuffles in through the door.

"--oh thank everything ever, I mean, what a shame, the briefing room is a bar, guess I'll be late again."

He puts his caf down on Bar, gives her a serious look, and says, "Pancakes. Lots and lots of pancakes."

evilontheloose

( It contains... )

hellsingsdog.livejournal.com

There is a dog laying on the floor in front of the fire.

He probably wont bite. His Master wouldn't approve.

im-so-sari.livejournal.com

A tiny pigtailed girl walks up to the Bar.

"Can I get a hot dog, please?"

She does. She also gets blue baseball cap with "Paradoxes" stitched across the front.

"...oh, awesome."

Current Mood: cheerful

foxy-l33t.livejournal.com

Before: Take one Kitsune, one Conspiracy Theorist, a Winnebago, and a desire to go on a road trip to check out odd sites you've heard about through Milliways. Well, the volcano was a bust, and some bikers may never be the same. But there are other places still on the list! One quick supply run later, and Laini and Mother are ready to attack Black Mesa- golf course, that is. However, things rarely follow the original plan- and the plan certainly didn't include Mother getting arrested.

OOM: A Reassuring Phone Call
Laini's Plan B
And If They Can't Prove You Did It, It Never Happened.

[Jailbird tag: Darryl 'Mother' Roskow]

cutting_edgex23

X slips in through the front door, her hair pulled back and tucked through the back of an increasingly broken-in baseball cap.

After depositing her baseball glove with Bar and receiving a sandwich and a glass of milk in return, X settles at a corner booth.

Later on she will pin her Security badge to her belt, but right now she is off-duty.

And hungry.

One sandwich may not be enough.

noteful

"Bar, could I get your help with something?"

After moments of explanation, and the production of copies of the team rosters, Bar has presented Meg with two baseball caps, one red and one blue. The red one reads, across the front in white, ENIGMAS, in the sort of stylized block letters favored by teams like the Red Sox and the Pirates. The blue one reads Paradoxes, in a grey cursive script like that employed by such teams as the Dodgers and the Orioles.

"They're perfect," Meg says. "Could you give them to the players, please, with names and numbers on the back? Thank you."

Another task crossed off the baseball "To Do" list.

[OOC: With apologies, Meg is not available for tags at the moment.]

seat_five_girl

OoM: The situation is potentially sticky.

Today Ako studies with a cooler of drinks.

Crack-fzzt!

Cooler and a bottle opener.

Have a soda and kibitz the chemistry assignment.

OOC: Open while it's on the front!

blinkandyoumiss.livejournal.com

Bart. Couch. Listening to an MP3 player and eyeing the puppy napping on his chest.

im-just-the.livejournal.com

The door swung open easily and a tall, square-jawed man pauses to look around. "Eight track revolution," he exclaims happily. He's been hoping to get back here for a while. The Middleman walks right over to the bar and sits down.

"I'll have a glass of southeastern Wisconsin... 1954 if you've got it." A massive, chilled glass of milk appears and he throws it back to drink five or six long swallows before setting it down. "Now that's the stuff," he smiles happily.

sheisourheart

[OOM:

It's...orange.

Hippocrates is crying a little on the inside.

(Warnings for shameless sparklelols and sexy times, followed by even more blatant sparklelols?) ]

sunbaked_baker

Sunshine's been busy.

Keeping busy means she doesn't have to think about SOF's ever-present watchdogs, even those she's always thought of as her friends.

Keeping busy means she doesn't have to think about the continuing absence of ~~her~~ the vampire with whom she's recently allied herself.

Troubled times call for experimental baking.

Free Baked Goods!
Trying out some new recipes, so tell me if you like them!

Pleasure/Pain au Chocolat
or
Mojito Key Lime Pie with Mint Meringue

The sign's at one of the more central tables of the bar, along with a tray and pie-tin of the aforementioned baked goods, and Sunshine, sitting down with a cup of strong tea.

Caffeine is her friend.

Current Mood: worried

winter_arrows

At least the lake is cold, thinks Skaði as she swims. It isn't as cold as the lake in her own beloved domain, the lake where she and her father so often went fishing, but it's not the ocean, and that's something.

And it feels good to be out of her human shape again. It's exhausting, trying to blend in. Even if it is her natural form, these are not her people, and cultural differences... well.

So here there is water, and moonlight, and relative peace. Company is welcome, as long as there's no trouble.

[open until it falls off the page :) ]

neapolitan_man

Tony Napolitano has a baby with him in the bar tonight, but don't worry, the kid's a loaner.

Three guesses whose lapse in judgment led to him babysitting tonight--but as a hint, it was the guy who gave little Evan his fluffy squirrel tail. The Elvis-in-Jailhouse-Rock outfit on Evan tonight, though, that was all Tony's doing.

It would be an adorable scene--Tony holding Evan on his lap in a booth, reading aloud to him--would be, were the book not Finnegans Wake, and were there not a sign on the table reading

Government favors:
Prices negotiable

Oh, go on.

[open until it falls off the page!]

latino_menace

Ramon is slouched in an armchair. Apart from being vaguely grumpy about how the evenings are getting noticeably colder, he's had a very chilled day. There was a long, fast ride through the forest this morning then, after cleaning up, he's been here all afternoon surrounded by newspapers, coffee cups and a book or two.

The coffee may turn Irish in an hour or so but until then, he's perfectly happy to just be here and relax. Whether or not this situation stays the same depends on who comes to talk to him, right?

[OOC: Got to beg slowtime people, am falling asleep at my computer. Awesome threads, thanks! Will pick them up tomorrow :D]

gorgonfondness

There's a Guildmaster in the bar who has just been greeted by her owl carrying a package.

"This is from Draco's usual suppliers, correct?" she asks him.

Croix certainly seems to think so.

"Wonderful. Go have yourself a tea."

She opens her package and checks over her order while the owl goes to occupy himself with the others of his kind. Perfect, just what she needed for tomorrow. She'll have to ask her husband to borrow something, if he still has it. If not, this can be saved for a later time. She sets it aside and goes over tomorrow's schedule once more. Everything seems to be in order and she can relax until then.

Doesn't mean she's not a little nervous, though.

fairytaleknight

[OOM: Fakir has read The Prince and the Raven, and he has a plan for halting the story.]

The plan does not involve arriving in Milliways while wearing an enormous dramatic cape and an iron-grey mask which entirely covers Fakir's face. The plan also does not involve carrying the Prince's sword (which is very real, very sharp, and has the sign of two swans on its hilt) into the bar.

It's a shame about the plan.

There is now a fairly short masked, caped knight looming near one of the bar walls. He's probably not recognizable as Fakir, unless your character has non-visual ways to recognize him.

[ooc: I'm also working in a separate window, and may be slow. Ping AIM: rymenhild with questions.]

sheisourheart

[OOM: Five years after here; and nearly a year since this & this --

"You came back."

(from The Cullen's Historical Timeline)]

flail_victoria

(OOMSeras gets her fangs.)

Tinytag: Seras Victoria

thursdays_angel

It was probably only a matter of time before someone wrote Enigmas across Castiel’s forehead.

But in this case, it has nothing at all to do with the inner workings of the angel’s mind. Bar had presented him with his team cap when he had come into Milliways this evening. The End-of-the-Universe Enigmas are sporting bright red caps with white lettering.

It looks a little incongruous on Castiel’s head.

The look on his face says that it feels a bit incongruous as well. But he is getting used to it.

And, on the whole, he is quite pleased to be an Enigma.

un_fallen

Raguel breathes an audible sigh of relief as he enters, and goes straight up to Bar for a drink. No sign of - of anyone he might have tried to visit lately, but there often isn't. He finds a stool near the end of the bar, and with his back to the polished surface, falls into his usual pattern of staring around with an unconscious glare on his face.

(And, thanks to Bar, sporting a brand new hat.)

He hardly smells like smoke at all!

guppy_sandhu

Guppy is sitting in a booth in the corner, staring in horror at the evening paper. It's not a pleasant sight.

Disasters involving his old place of work always send a shiver down his spine. Not just a 'That could have been me', but 'on occasion, that very nearly was me'.

This one appears particularly gruesome.

Distractions welcome.

[ooc: Possibility of spoilers for last Sunday's Casualty]