milliways_bar | Sep. 22nd, 2009

Sep. 22nd, 2009

Ramon never came home last night.

She'd come down to the bar in the wee hours looking for him, but he was no where to be seen. She'd even run by his room and knocked. Not home there either. Surely he'd have left her a note if he was going back to his world.

Trouble. She can feel it in her skin.

When morning rolled around and he still hadn't turned up, she gave in to her darker impulses and picked the lock on his door. No body in a pool of blood, thank god. (Carnage of another kind, but she didn't have time to deal with that now.)

She was only in bar five minutes before she overheard someone chuckling about his fate. She hit the back door like a cannon shot and ran across the open space. Sure enough, there it was. Gnarled and black, branches reaching out like claws.

A laugh, dry and a touch hysterical, boils up in her throat. This can't be happening.

[ tiny tag of fleecy goodness: Grover Underwood ]
[ tiny tag of suave corruption: Applegate ]

gone_byebye

[OOM: Ray's been preparing for October in his world. In a potentially very dangerous way.]

Ray makes his way into the Bar this morning with a sheaf of papers roughly the thickness of the Queens phone book under his arm. "Bar," he says, "I know this is going to sound a little bit out of character for me, but I need something in the general breakfast food and beverage family that isn't caffeinated or otherwise stimulant this morning. As a matter of fact I'd like to lodge a request that you not give me anything of that nature until after this year's October crisis passes in my world. I've got my reasons."

There's a long silence from the Bar.

"No, really."

Eventually, with an air of reluctance, a bowl of oatmeal and a mug of something that may be in the Ovaltine product line materializes.

"Thank you," says Ray, and sits down to start going over the papers; they appear to be records of marriages, births, and deaths from the late 1920s. He is, however, eminently botherable.

ps_you_look_hot

Nikola is getting rusty.

But he has a good enough memory that despite the fact that it's been a good twenty years since he sat down at a piano, he's doing a fairly decent job of making his way through Au Claire de la Lune.

He doesn't play well, but he plays with great expression.

fleecy-seeker.livejournal.com

Grover's found himself a clearing in the forest today and is playing his pipes. He is happy to find a bit of the Wild even if it isn't his world. The song is a bit haunting and is not Hilary Duff.

Whats really strange is the demon bunnies seem to be enjoying the music, or at least they aren't attacking. In fact they seem to be swaying with the melody.

[Tiny tag: Grover Underwood]

aeons_crackshot

Jackson Harley aka Mr. Saturday has arrived in Milliways. Annabelle isn't keen on anyone she knows being unprepared, so a veritable slew of notes is being left with the Bar.

( Gordon Freeman, Alyx Vance, Chell Johnson, Adrian Shephard, Barney Calhoun, Amanda, Artemus Gordon, Benjamin J. Grimm, Cal Chandler, Catherine Bloom, Demeter, Demyx, Diego, Dr. John Vatic, Ellen, Bob Matrix, Dot Matrix, Enzo Matrix, Jerry Lukacs, Josiah Scurlock, Kate Bishop, Mia Ausa, Moist, Mr. Jacquel, Obi Wan Kenobi, Pam Beesley, Penny, Philip Marlowe, Ray Stantz, Sir Nicholas Fury, Spoon, Teddy Altman, Tyler Marlocke, Valeria von Doom, X-23, Richard Ryan, Petra, Yunno Scrya and the Milliways Security team will have the following note waiting for them at the Bar. )

( Michael Donighal and Jennifer Landers get a different note. )

Duty discharged, Annabelle begins contemplating more pleasant matters. Annabelle knows that she's not very good with words, so she's been considering something physical that she can give Tanya in thanks for, well, everything. Annabelle herself isn't quite...antique enough to have grown up with the Victorian Language of Flowers, but she's familiar with the idea thanks to Jack Tallon. After quite a bit of flipping through various books and some conversation with Bar, Annabelle has made her decision about her gift for Tanya.

( Tanya Adams will have the following appear the next time she meets Bar. )

(OOC: The flower meanings are taken from here or here.

This post is also an EP that is open until it scrolls off the page

Tinytag!: Artemus Gordon, Catherine Bloom, Sir Nicholas Fury, Diego, Teddy Altman, Penny (Penance), Jennifer Landers, Philip Marlowe, Mr. Jacquel, Jerry Lukacs, Dr. John Vatic, Tanya Adams

starspangledpie.livejournal.com

It's been a month or so since Martha last saw the interior of this particular bar, but she hasn't thought much about it, due to an incredibly busy schedule. Congressional newbies get the worst assignments. She can't complain overly much about touring factories through the Midwest,though, especially when most of them are producing the food that feeds their nation.

She is glad to settle down at a table with a cup of tea and ignore the workload in her satchel, and enjoy not doing anything for a few minutes. Perhaps, if she's lucky, conversation might come her way.

[open till scrolls]

makesthings

Since Sameth has no idea how he's going to talk about his mother, he's decided to try and make something that she can use instead.

At least that way he can give her something. So he's working in the forge on something small and delicate.

Charter Marks move around him as he uses them to adjust how hot the fire is and other small things. Its not completely clear what he's making but he's very intent on it.

spandexed-edie.livejournal.com

[OOM: Edie picks up her dog, calls in a favor, and goes 'shopping' for a few things.]

Edie Sedgwick is in a better than fantastic mood as she walks into the door with a large bag of dog supplies in one arm, and a purse with a small Pomeranian in the other. Her hair is pushed back over her shoulder, displaying huge diamond earrings, and she's wearing mysteriously familiar ruby slippers.

Hey, they go with the red and white dress she's got on, and dammit, she's wanted those for years.

She sits down on the couch, very satisfied with herself, and pulls her Tino out of her bag.

Come say 'hello'?

[Open until she gets a new one!]

ostro_goth

Teja is by the lake shore, at his morning training -- today, he is actually training baseball, even though the game is over, having his sparring droid pitch him nasty fastballs.

The new tree that has sprung fully grown from the ground, the second such within a week (albeit ugly and gnarled, almost like a predator) does not get much of his attention. The first one merits it far better; and indeed, today, he could not resist eating one of its apples before starting on the exercises that Ryu Hayabusa had taught him, and after those, baseball.

master_bruce

It's been a year for him, and it shows, if you met him before. He's far more muscular from the training he's been doing and currently, the muscles are accentuated still further from hunger. But it's self-imposed this time, rather than just from being unable to afford food.

He's seen a lot, learnt a lot and is tired, of many things. And this means he's glad to see the Bar because it's a respite from the world he has put himself in, if only for an hour or two.

He'll just be over there by the Observation window, sipping at some water and thinking.

thatinyourpipe.livejournal.com

There's been some changes recently with the trees, oh yes. He recognized the Green Man's touch, and of course, he recognized his aunt's handiwork straight away. Intriguing touch, so wild and gnarled and *angry*. He liked it.

And one satyr god was GRINNING with sheer amusement, and bleating laughter. He was currently out back, dancing around, and playing his pipes. Some of the not so new trees swayed to the bright notes of music, as his hooves skipped and jumped amidst the leaves and underbrush.

zeevofbristol.livejournal.com

There is a library in here. There. Is. A. Library.

George had never seen so many books in one places, and the languages! Countless lexicons to explore, and the variety of literature was astounding. It was wonderful, and he now had a stack of books on a table by him. Currently reading Don Quixote by Don Cervantes in the original Spanish text. Well, maybe not that current on account that George looked knackered out on one of the couches. He was yet unaware of the possible risks of falling asleep in a magic bar at the end of the universe. His legs were propped up, and the book had slid down to wedge between his side and the couch cushions. There was also a cup of tea, long gone cold on the table next to the books.

whatlikeitshard

The door opens, and in steps a woman -- a blonde woman -- in a pink dress. She looks around.

"Wow! I told the girls move some stuff and make more room for this party but I didn't think they could make this much more."

She's not actually talking to herself. The comments are addressed to the chihuahua who accompanies her.

"Although the decorations could use some serious rethinking. But no worries, we'll--wait . . . this is a lot of room to have in our foyer. Like, too much."

She looks around again.

"Bruiser, I don't think we're in Kansas any more."

[tiny tag: Elle Woods]

[ETA: With apologies, the mun need to beg slowtime. But I will pick up tags tomorrow.]

fiery_ring

Carlotta is in the bar, writing her birthday thank you letters.

On the chair next to her is a brown frilly dress, with beige bows and white lacy parts. She is currently struggling for a positive and truthful adjective.

Maybe 'elaborate' would do.

themysciran_diana

Diana welcomes in the evening from a seat near the fireplace, ankles neatly crossed and tucked out of the path of any passerby, hands settled in her lap.

There's a mug of spiced cider sitting on a low table next to her chair, as well as a plate containing several pastries. She'd tried to decline, but one of the waitrats seemed particularly insistent.

It was only polite to accept, and Diana does plan to partake of the refreshments. Eventually. In the meantime she's people-watching. It has long been a favorite pastime of hers, but being at the end of the universe really changes the tenor of who those passerby are.

Intergalactic voyages within her own universe being the exception, of course.

Still.

[ooc: Open until it scrolls.]

kamen-faiz.livejournal.com

[OOMs: Guppy and Will have trouble with a wall, and land in Tokyo, with monsters. After discussing plans, they go to the Dancing Llama Bar.]

guppy_sandhu

Guppy and Will were out back earlier when they are suddenly and mysteriously grabbed by a giant grey wall.

About an hour or so later, they are dumped back in a similar fashion, except that Will's leg is bleeding down the calf, Guppy's head is bleeding at the back and he has his left arm in a sling. They go sprawling inelegantly on the ground.

Guppy sits up, holding his arm and looking over at Will.

"Will, are you okay?"