The Bar at the End of the Universe

milliways_bar @ 2006-05-06T01:32:00

2006-05-06T01:32:00Z

Posted by: twiststheblade

The weather is nice now, and the ground less hard, so Miho is going through excercises outside - just very basic sword kata, with a pair of bokken. Every now and then, it is good to go back to the most basic of basics.

She looks relaxed though, rather than intensely concentrated, and would not be averse to company.

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milliways_bar @ 2006-04-03T13:45:00

2006-04-03T13:45:00Z

Posted by: leftthecradle.livejournal.com

Some cultures demonstrate the state of grief graphicly with such actions as tearing one's clothes and smearing oneself with ashes or wearing some kind of special garb. The humans of the Ranger's time do not do that. But it would seem redundant if they did given the way a telepath's emotions can color the "atmosphere" around them.

And so there is a palpable aura of sorrow around the man as he stares out at the exploding starscape. His energy levels have not recovered much, but at least he's not having to hold onto his physical form with his metaphorical teeth and toenails.

Come try to cheer him up...or rub salt in his wounds if you're so inclined.

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milliways_bar @ 2006-03-24T09:22:00

2006-03-24T09:22:00Z

Posted by: gotham-knocking.livejournal.com

Knox comes stalking into the Bar. He drives to work for the first time in ages - thinking he might need the car - and he gets a parking ticket! All the cops in Gotham have nothing better to do than to give him a ticket! He hates his city sometimes. Hates it, and loves it. But where else would he want to be?

He takes off his coat. And then adjusts his hat rather rakishly. Removes his jacket and then drapes it over one shoulder. And begins to belt one out...

Start spreading the news
I'm leaving today
I want to be a part of it, Gotham City

These vagabond shoes
Are longing to stray
And make a brand new start of it
Gotham City

I want to wake up in the city that never bathes
To find I'm king of the Mob, top of the gangs

These honest town blues
Are melting away
I'll make a bad new start of it
In Gotham town

If I can’t make it there
I can’t make it anywhere
It's up to me, Gotham City

By now, Knox has climbed up on the bar, throwing his arms wide open. It's enough to give Kander and Ebb, and Liza, and Sinatra, much pause.

And the astute ear can hear an orchestra in the background.

I want to wake up in the city that law forget
To find I'm A-number one, king of the Mob, top of the heap
Or maybe the Bat!!!!

These honest town blues
Are melting away
I'll make a Batman start of it
In Gotham Town

If I can’t make it there
I can’t make it anywhere
It's up...to...me...Gotham...City

He holds the last note a good six seconds. And stops cold.

"What the hell was that?"

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milliways_bar @ 2006-03-10T22:51:00

2006-03-10T22:51:00Z

Posted by: sister-lucy.livejournal.com

Having read the Management's notice, Lucy is sitting at a table and as usual, sipping a fruity parasolled drink.

What's unusual is the sign set up on the table:

Human? Need a loan? Ask me how!

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milliways_bar @ 2006-03-10T21:15:00

2006-03-10T21:15:00Z

Posted by: the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

Bernard strolls out of the Staff Wing, a fairly large piece of parchment in hand.

He tacks it to the announcement board, gets a bottle of tequila and a shot glass, and settles at the usual table.

The sign reads:

Attention:

Lest we all forget, in addition to serving as a flop house, war zone, and occasional dating service, Milliways Bar is a place of business. As of one month from today, all tabs must be either settled, or settled partially, in the currency of your choice and preference. Refer to the tab board behind Bar in order to assess your debt.

We here at Milliways understand the burden of both being Bound, and of financial hardship. But this is, as aforementioned, a place of business.

A fund for the Bound was set up last year in honor of Joe Manco, and is under the stewardship of Snow White. You may apply to her for aid.

Also, speak to your friends, who may be more well-off than you are. That's what friends are for.

Finally, we appreciate your business. It would be nice if tabs could run up indefinitely. But Bar is not comfortable with that, and neither are we.

Thank you.

--Mgmt.

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milliways_bar @ 2006-03-01T10:36:00

2006-03-01T10:36:00Z

Posted by: leftthecradle.livejournal.com

Ranger in the Bar, sans encounter suit.

And, being reminded of a particular dish by his conversation with a young wizard, he is dining on a plate of what appears to be grilled chunks of tofu. But it certainly doesn't smell like tofu. Whatever it smells like, it would certainly smell delicious to the average humanoid.

Come over for conversation and/or trying one of the most widely eaten foodstuffs of his galaxy. If your pup is fortunate, he won't feel compeled to explain what it is after it has been sampled.

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milliways_bar @ 2006-03-01T10:20:00

2006-03-01T10:20:00Z

Posted by: finds-it.livejournal.com

You have no idea how frickin' important this teddy bear is. No, really, you don't.

You have no idea how many men, women, children, and other assorted beings of all sort and stripe in the Nightside had been looking for this thing, or had been hoping that me of all people would find it and deliver it to it's original owner.

Jessica the Unbeliever's teddy bear was a ragged thing, some of the stuffing having run out of the left arm and the stitching a little dodgy around the edges. It's been patched a few times, chewed a few more, and I think I could see dirt from every corner of the Nightside on it if I decided to Look. But I'd nearly gotten killed for it, so you'll excuse me if I happen to think it's a pretty important piece of stuffed animal.

If you're wondering why I'm staring at it while I eat my breakfast, it's because I'm trying to figure out where to hand it over to her so that she doesn't decide I don't exist before I manage to hand it to her. Getting wiped out of existence because I didn't think things through isn't really on my menu.

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milliways_bar @ 2006-03-01T10:07:00

2006-03-01T10:07:00Z

Posted by: queens-darkness.livejournal.com

There's a dark shadowed cat lounging in front of the fire. He's not curled up into a ball, but rather spread out so that he looks as long as he is. His dark kitty eyes are closed in a content expression as he enjoys the heat of the fire.

Come poke at the shadowed kitty.

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milliways_bar @ 2006-02-27T15:54:00

2006-02-27T15:54:00Z

Posted by: shelley_winters

For more than ten minutes, amazingly, there is now a Shelley down in the bar.

She has tea and lunch, or what passes for it for her. By which I mean greek salad. Mmm, feta cheese.

She is currently spooning out all the olives into a neat pile on her saucer, which she has sacrificed for the purpose. Egh, olives. She will most assuredly not mind if you steal one.

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milliways_bar @ 2006-02-24T16:33:00

2006-02-24T16:33:00Z

Posted by: shufti

[ooc: Note to self p343]
The door opens to reveal a bush. A fairly nice looking bush really, all leafy and green and having a load of twigs broken off it as a red-brown haired kid is shoved roughly through it by a large hand. The red army uniform is looking fairly clean today.
Shufti falls at the shove and stays on all fours for a moment, wheezing and out of breath. In each hand is a small dress, and on one cheek, some lipstick.

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milliways_bar @ 2006-02-21T14:20:00

2006-02-21T14:20:00Z

Posted by: elvish-hunter.livejournal.com

The Hunter is not yet sure if she likes this place. Her Master is here, which is good, but there is so much going on. She has to focus, find something to do, otherwise, her mind will drift as it did for many years.

Thankfully, a something has been found. She currently sits at a table, sharpening her knives. Her bow, arrows and sword lie on the table itself. She'll get to those later.

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