The Bar at the End of the Universe

milliways_bar @ 2006-07-07T12:01:00

2006-07-07T12:01:00Z

Posted by: agnes_nitt

[OOM: Agnes goes to see Jack/Tim/Hellspawn. Finally. Millitimed to last night. Warnings for schmoop and smut.]

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Tims Last Post

2006-05-19T04:32:00Z

Posted by: timsbooks.livejournal.com

((OOC:Anyone who wants to say goodbye to Tim, this is your chance. This is his exit post, feel free to tag, and he'll talk it out. This post is open until everyone who wants to say bye has done so.))

Tim/Milliways, OTP!

Well, maybe once upon a time, but no more. Tims broken it off, for better or worse. And it's friday, when he said he's be leaving, so leave he must.

His room, small and barren, is even more barren once his few poesessions are removed.

Thanks to Andrew, Baby has been taken care of.

Hellspawn is sulking at Tims side, ready to go.

Which means it's time to go.

Well, almost time.

Tims eyes glaze over, and his nose twitches. One last prank, before he takes off.

Come and say goodbye, for the last time.

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Two more Days

2006-05-18T04:33:00Z

Posted by: timsbooks.livejournal.com

Tim is still in bar, and he's moaning in a booth. See, last night he went shot for shot with Indy.

And boy, is he feeling it.

And boy, is Jack taking advantage of it.

"WHAT's the matter, DAD? Drink too MUCH, last NIGHT?"

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milliways_bar @ 2006-05-16T04:34:00

2006-05-16T04:34:00Z

Posted by: timsbooks.livejournal.com

Tim is in bar.

He's chatting amiably with Hellspawn.

Tag away

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milliways_bar @ 2006-05-15T04:15:00

2006-05-15T04:15:00Z

Posted by: timsbooks.livejournal.com

"Okay, okay, fine, you've been nagging me for long enough, here."

A long bronze key is handed from the elder Tim to the younger Tim. And Hellspawn looks quite delighted.

"You owe it to me."

Yup, both of them are here, if you want either of them. And Hellspawn is looking desperately for Agnes.

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milliways_bar @ 2006-05-13T03:58:00

2006-05-13T03:58:00Z

Posted by: timsbooks.livejournal.com

Sign, sign, everywhere a sign, do this don't do that...

Tims got a sign up.

"I LEAVE IN A WEEK. COME CHAT."

And yes, Hellspawn is somewhere nearby. He's loathe to leave his creator.

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milliways_bar @ 2006-05-12T11:08:00

2006-05-12T11:08:00Z

Posted by: alwaysroomforhope

Why settle for an ordinary entrance post when there's drama going free?

Steph had planned to go spend some quality time with the sunshine, her skaterug and the lake, in that order. But hey, someone's left flowers scattered around. What a mess. Ooh, they're pretty, though. She swoops down from the rafters and scoops one up.

And then, forgetting all she's ever been told about Poison Ivy, contaminated flowers, sex pollen and all other things a Gothamite should really know, she buries her nose in it and sniffs deep.

- look, up near the rafters! Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No, it's... a teenage vigilante falling off her skaterug. Is it your table she's about to land on?

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milliways_bar @ 2006-05-12T04:14:00

2006-05-12T04:14:00Z

Posted by: timsbooks.livejournal.com

There is a sign up.

"FREE SKATERUGS TO GOOD HOME OR BEST OFFER."

And a Tim leaning back in his chair, snoring a bit. And possibly drooling.

Somewhere around is Hellspawn, if you'd prefer him.

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milliways_bar @ 2006-05-10T23:12:00

2006-05-10T23:12:00Z

Posted by: timsbooks.livejournal.com

Both Tims are still in bar.

Real Tim is taking the time to write out some notes. Whether he'll actually send them out or not, well, that's up for debate.

And Hellspawn?

Well, he's still moping.

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milliways_bar @ 2006-05-10T00:40:00

2006-05-10T00:40:00Z

Posted by: timsbooks.livejournal.com

Both of them are still in the bar.

Tim is seated at his usual table, with some of his signs laid falt on it. He's used so many. Kinda makes him smile. And he's making a list, of what's in his pockets, what's in his room, what he needs to hand out before he leaves... if there's something you're looking for, he'll be glad to hook you up. Might be why the sign that's up is

"SKATE RUGS, GET THEM WHILE THEY'RE HERE!"

Jack on the other hand is seated in a rafter, pouting at his father. He doesn't want to leave.He has friends here, a girlfriend, a ind of life, outside what he normally HAS to do. So, he's pouting, and trying to think up ways to stay.

Two Tims, get them before they're gone.

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milliways_bar @ 2006-05-09T03:12:00

2006-05-09T03:12:00Z

Posted by: timsbooks.livejournal.com

Now here is something you don't see everyday. In fact, it was supposed to be impossible. Guess Tim must a lied about that, too. Or maybe it's just that two REAL Tims can't be in bar at one time. Or not. Could just be Tim's decided to break the rules, for something important.

Either way, Tim and Hellspawn are engaged in a rather heated argument. Well, one side of it is heated. Tim is taking the abuse from his 'son' rather levelheadedly.

"You can't do this." Hellspawn rails. "Do you know what I have here?"

"I know." Tim replies quite calmly. "And yes, I can do this. And yes, I am doing this. It has to be done."

"Why? Why does 'it have to be done'" mocking his creator as only Hellspawn can.

"It is intrensic in a Tim to hurt people, the ones he cares about. The life of a Tim nessicitates that we do so, never meaning to. We bring harm just by living. And this place should be quite of it."

"I haven't-"Hellspawn begins to object

But he isn't allowed to get that far. "Molly. Ginny. Agnes. Need I go on? You hurt them without trying. We're both going. That's final. Be glad that i ahve given you time to make your goodbyes."

The masked boy stares at his 'father' for a moment, fuming, before he storms off outside, to get some air. Tim stays seated where he is, his eyes closed, a tear in the corner of his eye.

"It's for the best."

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milliways_bar @ 2006-05-08T04:56:00

2006-05-08T04:56:00Z

Posted by: timsbooks.livejournal.com

There is...

Uhm... Dude, you sure you want to go through with this? It's kinda silly. Okay, it's your head.

There is a young looking Tim in the bar. It is, in fact, the Tim Hunter known alternatively as Jack Bone and Hellspawn.

He is dressed....are you sure? I mean, this isn't something you take back.... Fine.

He is dressed like a pirate.

With a steering wheel sticking out of the top of his pants.

Come ask him why, if you dare.

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milliways_bar @ 2006-05-05T01:26:00

2006-05-05T01:26:00Z

Posted by: timsbooks.livejournal.com

Hellspawn is still in the bar.

He's removed the suit coat, and loosened the tie, unbuttoned the top two buttons. Real Tim was supposed to be back by now. He promised he'd only be gone a couple hours, but it's been close to 24, and still no sign.

And he's stuck here until Tim comes back, because he promised.

But he'd really like to get back to that charity event.

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milliways_bar @ 2006-05-04T04:49:00

2006-05-04T04:49:00Z

Posted by: timsbooks.livejournal.com

Worry is a bad thing. But still, we humans do it. And none are above it. Not even Hellspawn.

He's sitting in the bar, maskless, with glasses. He's dressed rather nice actually, in a suit and tie, a rather expensive suit. And he keeps checking his watch, despite the fact that it has stopped.

Trouble, perhaps, in his homeland?

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milliways_bar @ 2006-04-29T05:09:00

2006-04-29T05:09:00Z

Posted by: timsbooks.livejournal.com

((Slowtime thread: Important words are spoken.))

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milliways_bar @ 2006-04-28T15:01:00

2006-04-28T15:01:00Z

Posted by: mollyprewett.livejournal.com

Molly is back in a booth with her parchment, ink and quill, still working out an appropriate spell to get the quill to write what she says without a hand guiding it.

So far? Not too much luck, but she's having fun, anyway.

Botherable, if you are so inclined.

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milliways_bar @ 2006-04-26T20:11:00

2006-04-26T20:11:00Z

Posted by: agnes_nitt

She's trying. Honest she is.

Agnes is in the bar again, specifically, at the bar, working on some bread and cheese and a glass of lemonade.

She's in a fairly decent mood, which means she's unlikely to scream or cry at you. But the question is whether you want to take the chance.

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milliways_bar @ 2006-04-26T04:52:00

2006-04-26T04:52:00Z

Posted by: fatherw.livejournal.com

Here he sits, a sad and lonely soul, trying to cope. For WOE! his world has come crashing down, and the stars have fallen from the sky, the moon lost her orbit to crash into the sun. The heavens mourn for his pain, or they should, for to be hurt in such a manner, to be so cruelly treated, the entire world should stop for him.

God, beeing a teenager is such hard work! People just don't understand, everything resolves about HIM, right? Right?

Fine, maybe it doesn't. Which is why Arthur is sitting and drinking at the bar, a bottle of firewhiskey at his hand. He's drowing his "sorrows." Which really aren't his. He dumped her after all, right? Huh. Teens.

(OOC:Not plotlocked, jump on in and bug him))

((Warnings for inappropriate sexual Themed chatting, and violence. C'mon, it's Hellspawn and arthur, this had to be coming.))

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milliways_bar @ 2006-04-24T03:29:00

2006-04-24T03:29:00Z

Posted by: timsbooks.livejournal.com

The Mitch has been having on of those days. You know the ones. And, while work gives plenty of time to plot, it simply isn't the same as real, good roleplaying. So, I find myself forced to do something I thought I never would, and pring you..a multi pup post. Which, thanks to the magic of milli-time, niether pup is actually in at the same time, cause that would be bad, mmkay?

Let's do the crack bit first.

You see, Tim has bait out today with him at his table. There is a strange carboard construction in front of him, four pieces joined so they would form a square if the tip were touched, but it is unfolded, upright, in front of him. The image of a falcon rampart is embossed across the front, and it looks like some kind of charts are on the back. Behind the GM screen, Tim scribbles away at a notebook, consulting froma variety of D20 books from time to time. But that is not his only bait!

For, before the screen, there are a variety of dice sets, made from all manner of substances, from bone to wood, from opal to ...well, no, out of deference to certain residents of the bar, the kryptonite dice are kept in a lead box. But all those are piled in front of the screen, a shiny, sparkly beacon.

And, if all these were not enough, Tim has invoked the most ancient of traditions. There are six two liters of mountain dew on the table, complete with blastic cups. And various bags of chips, doritos and cheetos. He had to make sure.

And, somewhen completely different, there is a Hellspawn, asleep ona couch by the fire, looking pale and tired. Healings do that to him.

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milliways_bar @ 2006-04-22T21:36:00

2006-04-22T21:36:00Z

Posted by: magius-unlocked.livejournal.com

There is a CRACK and two forms appear in the main area. One is Magius, in simple tunic and pants, starting to look bloody, looking desperate already. The other is Max, in his arms, obviously shot.

he looks up as soon as he appears.

"I need a healer! Now!"

(ooc: this isnt plot locked, but for lack of multiples, please contact Changeable Jenn on Aim before tagging. Thank you!)

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milliways_bar @ 2006-04-18T13:30:00

2006-04-18T13:30:00Z

Posted by: alwaysroomforhope

After the fight for the Symbiote, the Door opens, and Steph drags herself through. She's looked better; one side of her face is swollen and slightly malformed, already purpling, and there're traces of blood she hasn't managed to wipe off yet. On the other hand, she's upright, and walking under her own power, just a little dizzily.

"That," she remarks, voice muffled and indistinct, "could've gone a lot better."

She looks around, and heads to a table, and beckons a waitrat. "Ice? An' - uhm. If there's a healer around, send them over too?"

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milliways_bar @ 2006-04-17T15:50:00

2006-04-17T15:50:00Z

Posted by: artsmartscarlet.livejournal.com

The front door opens, and a girl comes in, and blinks.
"...Oh."
It's not the sound of a newbie; it's just the sound of someone who hasn't been in the bar for a while.
This isn't where Jane was planning to go, but she figures she might as well stick around for a while, so she gets herself a drink from the bar and sits down at a table.

(OOC: May be slowish due to homework.)

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milliways_bar @ 2006-04-17T06:55:00

2006-04-17T06:55:00Z

Posted by: timsbooks.livejournal.com

((OOM:Slowtimed, Hellspawn and Robin V go talk to a monster in Hellspawns homeworld.))

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milliways_bar @ 2006-04-16T21:19:00

2006-04-16T21:19:00Z

Posted by: withamagicword

Billy sits in the rafters, watching the Bar below him. Next to him is a pizza carrier and soda in a strap bottle. A half-finished book sits there also and he smiles as he watches the crowd. He has beena round awhile and it never gets old for him. Of course, he is prtobably looking for a particular person.

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milliways_bar @ 2006-04-16T20:31:00

2006-04-16T20:31:00Z

Posted by: timsbooks.livejournal.com

H'es pacing, back and forth, his boots click clacking aginst the wood , gloved hands held behind his back. His cape flutters with his movement, mysteriously.

It helps him, really, to try and figure all this out. Bloody creations.

Hellspawn, have at.

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