milliways_bar | Dec. 21st, 2009

Dec. 21st, 2009

Gus wanders down from his room, unable to sleep. Well, that's not strictly accurate -- he had been asleep, but woke up from what could only be explained as a night terror; something he thought only children got. And yet, he's been having them almost every night since going out with Ellen. He's had them during the day as well, but according to Guppy, they're called a panic... something if it happens when you're awake. To be fair, Guppy was explaining it when Gus wasn't exactly at his best.

It's too early for a beer, and he's beginning to think that coffee only makes it worse, so he's by the observation window with a glass of orange juice, and looking like he's about to jump out of his skin.

noteful

After two years, Meg has gotten pretty used to the bar hiding in foyers, bedrooms, laundry rooms, libraries, cafes, and any other place it took itself into turning up for her.

She might even have gone as far as saying she wasn't surprised when it turned up someplace new, not really.

However, she was definitely not expecting it to be waiting for her as she exits an airplane lavatory, holding a small bag with a toothbrush and chapstick and hand lotion in it.

It's an oddly uncomfortable thought; the physics involved (or not involved) in being magically whisked off to the end of the universe while traveling at heaven knows how fast and however many thousands of feet above the middle the Atlantic Ocean.

On the other hand, after four hours in a cramped seat in coach, Meg can't say she objects to the opportunity to stretch her legs.

[OOC: Intermittance likely.]

slayer_fray

Mel has been making a list of everyone who's had a comparable recent vampiric encounter in the bar. The list is on the back of an envelope, but for Mel to write anything down at all means it's important:

Jane Austen; Kate Bishop; Joan Holloway; Bela Talbot; Nita Callahan

It's a regular epidemic, and Mel is pissed. There's also a note left for each of those names at the bar:

I'd like to talk to you. Look for the big red scythe.
- Mel Fray.

Now, the Vampire Slayer in question is sitting with her feet up on a table, polishing the blade on her scythe in a very obvious HELLO I'M A VAMPIRE SLAYER, ASK ME HOW way. Her Security badge is pinned on her shoulder, not on her belt, in as obvious a way as she can make it, in the hope that anyone else would volunteer information.

[Plottag: Gothic Winter's Tale]
[OOC: I'm in and out all day for talking-about-dinosaurs, but the post stays open forever.]

OOC2: WTF? Firefox will no loner let me click links and reply to comments. Wrapping off here and going home, where I shall pick up.]

kandorian.livejournal.com

[ OOM: Get up. Everybody's gonna move their feet. Get down. Everybody's gonna leave their seat. You gonna lose your mind in Detroit Rock City ]

kandorian.livejournal.com

It's a typical rainy Detroit day. Kara has been on her feet since very early in the morning, doling out coffee and food to the regulars in the neighborhood, along with the few tourists that find their way to her place of work. Once in a while, she glances towards the door, maybe hoping to see someone, maybe just feeling a little restless.

When lunch rush hits, however, she's really too busy to notice anything beyond her order pad or the trays of food she ferries from kitchen to table and back. It probably explains why the blond, wearing a tan waitress outfit with a little tag on the front giving her name as Linda, doesn't even notice that the decor has changed dramatically. She's just intent on getting some decaf to the guy who requested it, and then going back for another order.

... Except all of the tables look rearranged, and hey, those aren't the diner tables anyway, and where the hell is she?

".... Oh, crap."

[important info, pls to be looking here: Kara is currently suffering from amnesia, and won't recognize anyone. She'll also be referring to herself as Linda. ping mun @ frenetic ennui for questions, etc. Open until it scrolls.]

puckishly.livejournal.com

Puck has got a scarf on.

It is a dark green (for camouflage, you see), and is quite competently handmade. Puck is winding it tightly about his neck, contemplating whether he will actually stuff his pockets with garlic to wander about the halls, or whether he'll cheat and munch on garlic bread instead.

He is humming, tunelessly but rather prettily in spite of it, under his breath.

[ooc: plotlocked, my loves. lo siento.

tinytag of vampiric ribbony horror: Gothic Winter's Tale]

annoyed-heir.livejournal.com

There is a three year old boy sitting in the middle of the floor of the bar playing with a truck. His old battered Teddy bear is sitting with him with a truck placed in its lap. He is wearing red and white striped pants and shirt and a funny pointed striped hat.

vance_prime

Alyx's flu seems to be subsiding. Her fever's gone down, she's not coughing as much, and while she still gets the occasional urge to break into song, she can usually rein it in.

Now she's got work to do. Christmas is at the end of the week and she doesn't have gifts for anybody. So she's curled up in a chair by the fire, pencil in hand and pad of paper in her lap, brainstorming gift ideas.

At least, that's what she's trying to do. It's been an hour and she hasn't up with anything. Most of the pad of paper is now consumed with random doodles of nothing in particular.

Truth be told, she's having trouble focusing on the task at hand. Her mind keeps wandering back to the strange man she met in the halls last night...

[Open until it scrolls. tinytags: A Gothic Winter's Tale, IMDb Flu, Vlad Dracula]

Current Mood: preoccupied

isaysimplewords

Cal still has Bela in his apartment, but when a Door to Milliways appeared, he opted to take it himself rather than wake her. He doesn't think she's ready to come back yet, and he needs a few hours of not trying to seem calm, reassuring, or anything other than the angry that he is.

And he is furious, in that cold-burning way he gets sometimes. Bela has enough to deal with, she doesn't need sneak vampire attacks into the bargain. And Cal doesn't take well to his friends getting fucked with.

He's at the Bar for a change instead of a table, turned so he can watch the crowd, tension evident in the way he sits and holds his drink.

[OOC: Open till it scrolls.]

sunbaked_baker

Sunshine is at a table, this evening, with trays of savory loaves (rosemary/garlic, sun-dried tomato, parmesan-cracked pepper, among others) and sweet teabreads (maple-orange, blueberry-pecan and cranberry-cream), decorative paper and baskets.

It's time to celebrate the return of the sun, and Sunshine wants to arrange some tasty gifts for the friends she's found here.

latino_menace

It's fucking freezing. Ramon does not approve. But at least there's snow; that's something. Plus, it'll be so much nicer when he finally gets back inside - for now though, he's saddling up Blanco and intends to give the animal a good hard ride before he goes away for Christmas.

Catchable before the ride, during or back in the stables or bar afterwards.

keptherwaiting.livejournal.com

Though all moments with Alice usually put him in a good mood, Jasper has been in a great one since he met a human Alice. The thought of meeting her as a human had never even occurred to him - not even after the debacle with Carlisle and Volterra - but he's glad it happened, having learned things about his wife that he might never have known. Especially given her not remembering anything from the past.

So he's humming to himself, content and grinning, as he finishes wrapping the gloves, his gift for the day, still at the same booth as before. He wants to finish it up before he heads home - otherwise, he might forget to leave it with Bar and he hasn't missed a day yet, eager to see his Alice.

hear_the_voices

Anna has things to drop off with the Bar tonight.

There's a drawing of a Christmas tree -- angel on top, decorated with lots of ornaments and piles of presents underneath -- and addressed To the Man in the Coat, from Anna.

And there's a Christmas card, with a very be-glittered snowman on the front and Wishing You a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year printed inside. Anna has addressed this to Elle, and even put a stamp on the envelope to make it more like "real" mail.

Deliveries safely entrusted to Bar, Anna gets a mug of cocoa and a bag of marshmallows and a good spot by the fire and sets to work.

There's a lot of marshmallow toasting to be done!

doc_rusty

Five-foot-seven of pure annoyance walks into the bar. His blue speedsuit is covered in a fine, black powder, and his glasses have broken on the bridge, held together with cello tape.

"If I ever find them again, they're both grounded until they're twenty five," he grumbles, making his way up to the Bar.

"Barkeep!" he calls out. "Appletini, and make it quick!" As he waits for his drink, he pulls a small tin from his pocket and pops several white tablets into his mouth, dry swallowing them all in one go.

not_lugosi

OOM: While indulging in retail therapy in Cal's New York, Bela has a surprising recollection.

tiny erotic tag: a gothic winter tale (warnings for minor amount of adult content)

gotawhip.livejournal.com

Pam is tapping her long nails on the bar. She is also tapping her very pointy heels.

Someone is annoyed.

Also hungry.

[tiny tag: Pam]

shufti

Shufti has taken her Security patrol upstairs tonight, and is now moving quietly around the corridors looking for signs of the vampire.

She's armed with a crossbow, some garlic, a crucifix and a dictaphone. And a plastic bag for putting vampire dust in if required. She won't shoot unless she has to though.

She creeps stealthily across the corridor outside the library, lurking in the shadows there for a while. She's dressed in black, except for the security badge pinned to her front, which she's trying not to let glint.

[plottag: Gothic Winter's Tale]

stuck-mynock.livejournal.com

[OOMs: Guppy, Kate and Teja arrive on Kazic III, Atton's homeworld, in the village of Cä-Iudän, many years in the past. There, they find hospitality, but also monsters.]

Last oom currently unfinished.