milliways_bar | Nov. 22nd, 2009

Nov. 22nd, 2009

A strange young man in a pair of jeans and a ratty white shirt walks into the quaint little bar and sits next to Light Yagami. He sits very queerly in the seat and stares at Light.

"Excuse me, sir?" he starts after a while. "I just want to let you know that I am L."

He then takes a chocolate and eats it.

gonna_live

There's a ship in the basement garage that's got to get finished; that's what she's been up to, lately. Keeps her from being home too much, but that's not entirely a bad thing, in Kaylee's book.

Kaylee's got a big breakfast in front of her -- real eggs, real meat, a big pile of fried potatoes, and a couple of biscuits. There's coffee, there's juice, and there are fresh peaches.

Right now she's focusing primarily on the coffee.

[Working from home today; responses will be slow and slowtime is a little iffy, but am around for duration and tonight as well.]

ofthefamily

[OOM: "You have my jealousy, but my sympathies as well."]

They never gave him a shirt again after Carlisle bandaged up the injured man that had been brought into his cell.

And then the door shifted, the voices growing louder.

Which leads to a blond man, pale with black eyes, standing just inside the door to the bar at the end of the universe.

Carlisle is only holding still because he hasn't figured out which way to run yet.

[ooc: entirely prethreaded. no tags for threading purposes here, please!]

shinigami-rem.livejournal.com

Rem sat at a table head to head with a boy wearing some very frilly clothes. They were playing chess. Rem seemed to be winning from the amount of his peices she had.

"Check," she said.

He grumbled a little and moved his king.

"Good move."

"yeah."

(OOC feel free to tag, and you get both. we could even play a game.)

vance_prime

Alyx enters the Bar from the garage elevator, with Skitch rolling and D0G KATHUNKing at her heels. She walks up to the Bar and sets a handwritten note on the countertop without a word.

( for Annabelle, Ellen, Ed, Donighal, Bumblebee, and anyone else I might have forgotten... )

She then settles onto the nearest stool, turning around to watch her two robots beep and bwoop back and forth at each other. She's not convinced either of them knows what the other is saying, but they both seem pretty vehement about it.

[ooc: Open until it scrolls!]

Current Mood: amused

walktheworlds

Sheppard is in the Bar, sitting at a table and having himself a drink. There's been no more backlash from his doppelganger causing nightmares around the place and for that he's ever grateful. He'd rather keep himself in tact.

Though the Colonel is a bit bored which might not be a good thing. Not a good one at all. Which is why Bar provides him a crossword puzzle to go along with his beer. Hey, it worked for him. That's all that really mattered.

til_it_aint

[oom: Ben Hawkins has a bad night. Dialogue and imagery from Carnivale season 1 episode 2 "After The Ball Is Over".]
[ooc: this is a reboot. Ben has no knowledge of previously being in M'ways]

Many doors open at Milliways, and this one isn't any different. It's old, maybe, all wind-scoured wood and peeling paint, and maybe it's a door that hasn't opened here before, ever, but it's still just a door.

The boy who steps through it, though, well, he weren't expecting a bar. He's tallish and dirty, smells like maybe he ain't had a bath in a little too long. He's wearing a pair of overalls with the bib hanging down, a stained white cotton shirt and a loose brown cotton jacket over it. He's dusty, smears of brown marking the side of his face and there's a red mark on his jaw that'll turn to purple bruising soon enough.

He ain't worried 'bout how he looks, though, he's more worried 'bout the fact that there's a bar where Ruthie's trailer was supposed to be. So he stumbles back, for a moment, says "Ruthie?" like he's hopin' maybe he's supposed to be here. But she don't answer and then when he turns around to leave he gets another shock because the door, well - the door ain't there no more.

And doors ain't supposed to just disappear but this one did and now Ben Hawkins is hopin', prayin' that maybe this is a dream but somehow he don't think it is.

Maybe someone ought to help set him straight.

[ooc: love y'all but I gotta to for a few hours! slowtimes are love, will pick up around 7:00PMish PST. feel free to tag in my absence!]

yosafbridge

[ OOM: First, you reel me out, and then you cut the string. ]

[ warnings for adult content in both links ]

works-in-space.livejournal.com

Jim is out riding, and riding Rachat pretty hard. It's as if he's trying to get away from something. Or trying to find something. As much as riding should relax him, he's on the horse that Kate Barlow introduced him to. And so he ends up thinking about Kate. And Doc. And about Bar justice. And about revenge.

It's all unsettling, and eventually, Rachat tires and Jim is probably approachable. He just might be a bit...grumpy.

[ooc: ~~Dinner break - back soon!~~Back!]

aeons_crackshot

Bar gave Annabelle a collection of poems by Robert Frost when she came downstairs today. At the moment, she's curled up next to one of the fireplaces reading it. She wouldn't mind company though.

(OOC: Open until I give her another Entrance Post)

likesthecoat

Ianto, coffee, laptop.

For once, he's not catching up on paperwork.

7twistedwishes

People say third time is the charm, but guess what? The Devil knows that is far from the case.

Anyway, she is again at the Bar, with the big, clear sign on her table.

"HELP WANTED"

Inquire Here

Come on... you know you are curious.

[ Open until it falls off ]

leavetherest2me.livejournal.com

"--Spencer?"

Carly drops her backpack by her feet as she stands just inside the doorway of Milliways. She blinks, incredulous at the fact there's a bar in her apartment.

"Is this some new, weird art project? ...SPENCER!?"

[tiny itag: carly shay~]

feminine-menace.livejournal.com

YT's sitting on a chair by the fireplace, plucking out passages from various pieces of music on her acoustic guitar. A lot of the aforementioned pieces are meant to be played on an electric guitar at high volume: however, it's probably for the best that she isn't doing so, since her musical expertise is somewhat lacking.

betagainstme

It seems that Alice can't get enough of Milliways at the moment. Maybe she's stocking up on its magic.

At the moment, she's perched gracefully up on the rafters, people watching, as she idly doodles in a sketch pad. A pen, next to her leg, drops off the rafters and hits a passerby.

"Oops--sorry!"

the_cupbearer

Immortal.

Couch.

Book.

He's playing with his collar.

[ooc: minimal, open forever.]

neapolitan_man

[OOM: Skyline City Origins: Multifacet and Spandexwoman, Issue 1, Spring 1964. In which our ~~heroes~~ young lovebirds do a bit of flirting, go on a date, take a bit of heat from their peers, and go to the prom, all the while oblivious not only to the radioactive drama in their future, but also to the forces aligning against them in their present. Small warnings for a bit of petting, a little rough language and passing mentions of violence and substances.]

fanofthegenre

[ In Milliways, and upstairs: It's Jack's turn to catch the flu. Naturally, it's Beckett's turn to help him - and go back to check on him, later. ]

The sound of gunshots ringing out in the air is almost as clear from further away as it is when you're standing up close.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

(Almost.)

There's something about the action of firing a gun - the repetitive motion, the need for precision and aim, the weight of it in her hands, the smell of metal and oil lingering in the air afterward - it's therapeutic, for Beckett. It helps her to clear her head.

And right now, it's something she needs to do, because there's a lot in her head that needs clearing.

She's just finished setting up a new target, and after she loads the rounds into her gun, she lifts it slowly and steadily, her other hand propped just beneath.

Bang.

[ tiny tag: jordan kennedy ]

bring_a_sponge

[OOM: Back in MiB HQ, Zed and K have Oompa Loompas on their minds.]

and_3_quarters

22nd November. The first edition of my new school magazine, 'The Voice Of Youth' is nearly done. I'm just finishing my article exposing Barry Kent. He's not dared lay a finger on me since my grandma got the menaces money back off him.

Adrian peers at his work with a degree of satisfaction. Soon the whole school will know the truth about their bully. For the reasonable price of twenty five pence a copy, of course.

[tinytag: Adrian Mole]

noteful

[OOM: Just a nice, quiet Sunday morning. Except it's totally not.]

There has been a slightly deranged flurry of activity in Meg's apartment today, as people try to finish work that has been put off and put off and is now due tomorrow.

(Probably not at all surprisingly, these people are not Meg.)

So it's with no small amount of relief that she steps into the bar tonight, finds a quiet chair, pulls out her knitting, and settles in for a break.

She's earned it.

3nanashi

[OOM: Just before.]

The boy who steps through the door is young -- perhaps eight or so, small and solemn, wearing scuffed boots and drab pants and a fatigue jacket that's looks as if it's been cut down to fit him. There's a gun holstered at his hip; it's a standard semi-automatic sidearm, but it looks very large on a skinny kid.

Startlement shows -- barely -- in the slight widening of his eyes as the door closes behind him.

He takes two quick steps to the side, to get out of the way of the door and study the room from behind stiff brown bangs, his small face impassive and wary.

river_meimei

Often, when River's up in the rafters, it's just to get a different perspective on the world, or for some other reason known only to her. When she's in one of the darker corners, in shadow and half-tucked behind a support beam, it's by accident or because she likes the angle or because she's found another of Mike's stashes of candy hidden there.

Today, the swelling bruise darkening her jaw and half her cheek might have something to do with her reasoning.

[OOC: Looking in particular for someone with healing powers, preferably one River already knows and trusts, but not averse to random threads either!]

stilljustandrew

The front door opens, and in steps Andrew Wells, hands in his pockets and shoulders slightly slumped.

He's got a note to leave -- but it turns out the intended recepient is already here.

After that conversation, Andrew finds himself in a somewhat better mood -- right up until he reads the note that's been left for him since he was last here.

He's sitting at the bar reading it. Feel free to interrupt him; it's not like the words have changed since the last three times he read it.

[ETA: Mun has gone to bed. Thread is open until it scrolls off the front page.]