The Bar at the End of the Universe

milliways_bar @ 2005-02-26T18:57:00

2005-02-26T18:57:00Z

Posted by: mogget_cat

*There is a very cute kitty dozing lightly on the bar. He never asked to be cute. It just happened.*

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milliways_bar @ 2005-02-06T20:47:00

2005-02-06T20:47:00Z

Posted by: notsoyoung.livejournal.com

David is in the bar.

David has been in the bar since early this morning, before the sun had risen.

David is drinking from a steaming thermos of tea. Sweet tea, made with condensed milk, so he doesn't need to add sugar.

David didn't sleep, except in the bar last night, and he doesn't look great, but he doesn't look terrible, either.

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milliways_bar @ 2005-02-06T20:37:00

2005-02-06T20:37:00Z

Posted by: mailorderjunkie.livejournal.com

Yamino wanders in, happy, but a little troubled. His Father will be all right soon, and everything with Echo is going splendidly, but he has a feeling something will pop up. It always does.

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milliways_bar @ 2005-01-23T17:15:00

2005-01-23T17:15:00Z

Posted by: notsoyoung.livejournal.com

David didn't go home last night.

This should surprise nobody.

So finding him half-awake in one of the chairs by the fireplace, staring at the flames, should be nothing unusual.

Unless you happen to notice the bloodtears and haven't spoken to him in days.

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Funeral

2005-01-23T00:54:00Z

Posted by: watch-wait.livejournal.com

There is a group gathered outside, braving the cold, down by a particular rock by the lake. Charlie's body is there, wrapped in several blankets and head carefully pillowed on the ground. Bartleby watches the stillness of his chest, and then looks around at everyone.

"I... you know why we're here. To-to celebrate the life of Charlie Pace, someone we all l-loved dearly." He takes a breath, and feels his eyes stinging. Pull yourself together. He deserves better. He stands up straighter. "He was so full of life that it's hard to be-believe he is now gone, and. His memory will remain. As brother, as friend, as lover, as m-m-musician.

"And. I was going to say more, but..." He closes his eyes for a second. And then begins the ritualistic prayer. "Our Father, who art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy Kingdom come, thy Will be done, on Earth as it is in Heaven. Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil, for thine is the Kingdom, the power and the glory, for ever and ever." He exhales, and looks around. "Amen."

He's really crying now, and he retreats back, making way for the next person.

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milliways_bar @ 2004-12-06T23:27:00

2004-12-06T23:27:00Z

Posted by: ember_eleven

Out of Milliways

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Your Wagon's Been Hitched To A Star

2004-11-20T20:21:00Z

Posted by: notsoyoung.livejournal.com

David walks into the bar, though no one could say from where if they were asked, and makes himself comfortable in a booth after picking up some food from the cart.

He looks as though he hasn't slept, which he hasn't really, and he's also wearing yesterday's clothes.

And he looks troubled.

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milliways_bar @ 2004-11-19T18:05:00

2004-11-19T18:05:00Z

Posted by: notsoyoung.livejournal.com

David walks downstairs. Last night was... interesting. And that's the easiest way to put it.

He's also more confused than ever before.

Gods, he thinks, if I ever get out of here, Lestat's books are going to be nothing compared to the one I'm going to write.

He steps up to the bar, smiling to Richard and looks around to see who else is in.

If David had ever adopted Charlie's habit of writing on his hands, today's word would be: "cautious".

EDIT: [OOC: I'm sorry. Adult content in the comments. Please be cautious.]

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Breakfast at Milliways

2004-11-19T02:43:00Z

Posted by: go-between.livejournal.com

Richard walks down the steps with a note in his hand. He pins it to the board before starting his shift.

ATTN: Dionysus, Holden, Bartleby, Kibeth, Gil, and Paul

I'm leaving for the weekend. I'll be gone from Friday evening til sometime on Monday. Hopefully this won't be too much trouble.

Also, we have a new arrival. There's a young boy staying in one of the attic rooms now called Donnie. He's on my tab until I can ask Bernard about what to do with him. If one of you could see that he has everything he needs I would be very grateful.

Thanks,

Richard Mayhew

*ties on his apron*

"Anyone need anything?"

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milliways_bar @ 2004-11-02T19:28:00

2004-11-02T19:28:00Z

Posted by: notsoyoung.livejournal.com

*it's been a day and he's not left his room.

His soul is tormented. His heart is broken.

He sighs and heads to the bar and sits down heavily*

[OOC: Edit: There be minor violence and bloodsucking in the thread at the bottom. Big fight scene and reunions and the like. You know, what makes the world go round.]

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[OOC: apologies for long absence]

2004-10-31T00:02:00Z

Posted by: watch-wait.livejournal.com

Bartleby wanders in, stretching and yawning a ittle. He looks sleep-fuzzed, and his movements behind the bar are fairly automatic. "Anyone want anything?"

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The Morning After The Day Before

2004-10-22T20:23:00Z

Posted by: notsoyoung.livejournal.com

*When David walks downstairs today, his disposition is incredibly different. His step seems to have a bounce in it (almost) and he's smiling again, his dark eyes sparkling. He makes his way to the bar and sits down comfortably, smiling to the other patrons.

Today, he has decided, is a Very Good Day*

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Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew ya...

2004-10-21T03:29:00Z

Posted by: notsoyoung.livejournal.com

[OOC: post this, this, this and this]

*He runs outside, tears in his eyes and makes his way down by the lake, staring at the night.

He's been so used to the night it doesn't bother him that the stars aren't positioned correctly. It's all he's seen here, outside with Charlie, outside when he was coming in...

A sob escapes his throat and he curses himself for being so fucking weak. Acting like a child.

Wiping his nose on the back of his sleeve, he looks out over the lake and breathes - just breathes. Richard's blood is still hot in his veins and the guilt he feels is incredible.

And Charlie - Charlie, Charlie, Charlie...

Thinking of Charlie is painful, but he can't stop.

So he sits with his head in his hands, and listens to the night as it passes slowly by*

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milliways_bar @ 2004-10-19T23:25:00

2004-10-19T23:25:00Z

Posted by: mogget_cat

*Yrael slinks in, humming a lively tune to himself. He leaps onto the bar and pads down it to his vantage point. He lies down and watches the other patrons, still humming under his breath.*

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milliways_bar @ 2004-10-18T22:35:00

2004-10-18T22:35:00Z

Posted by: notsoyoung.livejournal.com

*he enters the bar from their room upstairs, and sits at a stool.

Before he can request a drink, a letter appears from nowhere*

Charlie...

*he almost crumples the letter in his anxiousness, but smooths it flat again, folding it and placing it in his pocket.

At lack of servers in the Bar, he orders directly*

Bar, dear, would you please give me the strongest alcohol you have? Mixed with the second strongest.

*the Bar quivers for a moment, but a second later a strange blue-and-green concotion, frothing slightly, appears with a cherry and an umbrella*

Thank you very much.

*he drops a few coins on the top, and looks around, clearly waiting for something to happen*

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milliways_bar @ 2004-10-14T18:22:00

2004-10-14T18:22:00Z

Posted by: calcinator.livejournal.com

The door swings open, and in lumbers a ten-foot-tall gorilla. Wearing a diving helmet. With radio antennae. He makes a proclamation in a somber monotone, apparently to the bar at large.

"People of Earth! I am Ro-Man. I come to inform you that your puny planet will be destroyed so that my people may have dominion over the universe. In all our explorations of all the cosmos, you are the only other intelligent life. You are our only competitors. Surrender now and you will have the mercy of a quick death. Resist me, and you will suffer the agony of molecular evaporation from our atomic Z-rays, which are far beyond your limited ability to understand."

Ro-Man waits expectantly for the pleading to begin.

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