milliways_bar | Aug. 18th, 2010

Aug. 18th, 2010

lonelytouristcc.livejournal.com

Chuck's in the kitchen! Baking pies!

Or attempting to, at least.

At present, there happens to be more flour on her face and hands than actually on the table underneath the pie crust she's currently using a roller to flatten out - but she has a happy expression on her face, and she's humming something from one of her aunts' old records underneath her breath as she works.

Hopefully, someone in the bar likes peaches.

Reese is sitting at the far end of the bar, staring at one of the more peculiar patrons of Milliways without trying to make it look as though she's actually staring.

She's just never seen anyone that - blue before.

Shaking her head, she stares down into the dregs of her coffee mug. Even after all this time, she's still trying to convince herself she's not hallucinating any of this.

Beckett is trying to remember the last time the bar surprised her in the middle of the night on the way to the bathroom.

By the way she's looking around, slowly blinking sleep from her eyes: it was a very long time ago.

She's already awake; she's got a call about a double murder in Greenwich Village, but Bar makes better coffee than she could at this hour, and she'll be able to get a real jump-start on her morning this way.

(She's not awake enough to realize her thoughts are starting to drift to the kind that are not related to work in any way, shape or form.)

Last, but certainly not least, there's a doctor in the house - with daughter in tow.

Cuddy has seemingly mastered the ability to hold Rachel with one hand and sip her afternoon latte with the other.

It really is the little things in life sometimes.

[ tiny tags: dani reese, mark hoffman, otto chriek ]
[ ooc: open until their nexts. ]

gone_byebye

The one good thing about having to work so intensively with the Deep One ambassadors to the surface world about the Deepwater Horizon explosion's aftereffects is the geography. In the interests of keeping things relatively local, negotiations have been taking place in New Orleans. Which is a great city to visit and one that Ray appreciates, especially since Legrasse and his Swamp Rats were kind enough to invite him along on a couple of local busts just to wash the taste of bureaucracy out of his mouth. The city has, however, two problems. One is the climate. Ray is a New Yorker, and in August, Louisiana laughs heartily at the pleas and whimpers of those unused to its heat and humidity.

The other is that it has people who are willing to tell the seven-foot-tall blue-skinned fishmen about the existence of the French Quarter and certain establishments on Bourbon Street. After that it becomes a problem with the Deep Ones expressing interest in human culture and then Ray has to go sit somewhere with his head between his knees because his past five hours have been spent explaining all kinds of things to establishment owners who have no idea just how much alcohol somebody built like Tun'at-tsai and his bodyguards can put away.

Hooray for Milliways, but if anyone who looks even the least little bit Innsmouthy walks through the door, Ray's gonna plotz.

zparklemotions.livejournal.com

One may wonder what possesses a person to wear sunglasses even when they dun't need 'em. Indoors, for instance, in the middle of the apparent daytime.

Otto Chriek may be an especial source of puzzlement, since he has not deigned to take off his dark glasses even to read. He is reading now, dressed in his usual work clothes of a black silk vest with tails and approximately a gazillion pockets.

At the Times, workdays tend to expand to fill entire fortnights. However, it seems-- happily enough-- that he can snag a few extra hours for relaxation when that certain door pops up and transports him here.

Naturally, he has taken advantage of the opportunity to acquire cocoa.

doyousmellfudge_archive

It's amazing how long you can be at Milliways and not find things that others take for granted.

Artie's been coming to Milliways for about six months, give or take--not that long compared to some, but not an insignificant span of time. And he just now discovered that there's an upright piano in the corner.

He's seated at it now, quietly plunking the keys to see if it's in tune. He's not really playing anything. Yet.

[Open until it scrolls, but subject to slows as I have company coming tonight.]

Tinytag: Teller

janebecomes

Jane enters Milliways with a smile, things are moving forward and grins when she gets the invitation to bartend. The bartending book is always fascinating and soon she's writing the specials up.

Specials
Captain with a Skirt
Dragonfly
Dance with a Dream
Tell me of women who have pursued their own desires upon your world and your drink will be free.

As she finishes writing the specials, Jane looks out at the Bar before waiting to see who will arrive.

Tiny silent tag: Teller
Tiny dangerous tag: Honor Harrington
Tiny vampiric tag: Lady Margolotta of Uberwald

notnathaniel.livejournal.com

John comes into the bar tonight in a ridiculous get-up.

He's dressed in his usual black suit and coat, but atop his head is a sizable dark cap and a ~~brick-red~~ ~~tomato-red~~ ~~sunburn-red~~ blood-red feather (a bit crumpled, but it gets the job done) sticking out of the top.

"Oh, thank God," he mumbles under his breath. He couldn't be happier to see this place after the atrocious service he's been receiving in Prague, with the dusty bedroom, dirty bath-tub, cobweb-infested drapes, and a carpet he still can't figure out the colour of.

He glances briefly over his shoulder, notes that while he is very much in Milliways, his servant - Bartimaeus - isn't.

Well. Whatever.

Without reservation, John makes his way to the Bar and orders himself a cup of hot tea and a large quintessentially English dinner to make up for the fact that he is no where near home on either side of the door.

One of his rare pleased smiles crosses his face.

Oh, it smells brilliant.

tiny!tag: john mandrake

margolotta

Margolotta is walking by the lake, admiring the palm trees and beaches that suddenly occur in one place on the shore, by the light of the slightly more than gibbous moon.

This is an amazing place. She is growing quite fond of it.

sees_them_too

[OOM: The Quidditch World Cup was only the beginning of a very long night indeed.]

Luna’s nightgown and bathrobe are mud nearly to the knees, and the sneakers on her feet are only slightly recognizable as shoes. A few leaves and twigs are tangled in her hair, and her wand pokes haphazardly out of one pocket. The metal teakettle she is carrying only adds to the overall incongruity.

It’s been a very long night.

But for all of that, she looks calm. Is calm, really. Still a little bit shaky down at the core, but it’s morning now and everyone is all right. And that is what counts.

Still, since Milliways is here, Luna is taking the time to sit and sip on a cup of strong, hot tea before she heads back to the campground.

ol-yellow-eyes.livejournal.com

[OOM: "You always had the better hand.

In everything."]

[Spoilers for Star Trek: The Next Generation Episode 6x24, "Second Chances." Warnings for length as always with me.]

bannion_sight

It's been a quiet day and an early evening, so on impulse Kim decides to extend it by picking up a shift at the end of the universe.

She comes into the bar and detours straight to the infirmary. About an hour later, she's settled comfortably in a booth with a cup of coffee in her hand and an on-call button in her pocket.

Kim's currently tapping a pen against a piece of paper as she tries to compose a letter.

mr_gaeta

[OOM, not very long after this:

Oh, but sweetness follows.]

[tinytag: Louis Hoshi]

dame-salamander.livejournal.com

The door opens to reveal a tall, dark-haired woman with almond-shaped brown eyes. She is dressed in Sphinx bush wear, all sturdy fabrics and neutral colors. There is a six-limbed, green-eyed, cream and grey treecat perched on her shoulder, with one true-hand on top of the bush hat she is wearing.

She stops just inside the door, eyes scanning the room with the cool professionalism of an experienced soldier. The 'cat on her shoulder does the same thing. Then they turn to look at each other.

"Well, Stinker," she says, "I guess we're not on Sphinx anymore."

k_in_black

The Door opens and through it a sharp-eyed patron of Milliways can see the Main Hall of MiB Headquarters. In fact, there's a Man in Black standing in the doorway right now, his back to the bar as he calls out:

"Chief! Zed!" He's yelling.

And somewhere in the distance, Agent J: "Hey, OLD GUY, you can't use the laser platform! It's tech--!"

And now there's a tremendous ROAR of rage, followed by a worlds-shattering CRASH.

Yup, looks like Zed is still having that little problem with technology. K quietly shuts the Door behind him and goes for a drink at the bar. He'll leave J to cover that one.

Learning experience, after all.

missginnytonic.livejournal.com

Ginny is on a broom near the rafters as she used dying spell on her hair. Having just came in from practicing out in the rain. If she gets over you; you might get a couple drops on you. She will dry you or get you a towel if you so ask. Or you could just ask what she’s doing on a broom above the bar. Either way she’s open for questions and ‘hey what are you doing?’s’