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[OOMAITF (Out of Milliways And In The Future): Some thirty-five years from the relative "now", Ford Prefect finally decides to retire from the Guide. As you might expect from Ford, this gets him into a bit of trouble. Fortunately, he's not left to his own devices, and gets by with a little help from a friend. Complications, as a certain captain might say, arise, ensue, and are overcome.]

[OOC: This marks Ford's retirement from Milliways. He was the first character I ever played here, and there'll always be a special place in my heart and mind for him. But, alas, his story is told, and it's time for him to take his final bows. But it's been a great ride.]

onehoopyprefect

[ooc: Millitimed to before Faith and Michael's exit]

Ford Prefect and Arthur Dent have seen a lot together over the years. They've been through the destruction of more than one planet (or, to be more precise, the same planet, more than once), and have traversed the length and breadth of the galaxy, from one temporal end to the other.

So, when Michael told them there would be an impeding threat to Antar, they were quick to offer their support and help. Even though it means being sealed away from Milliways. But, what did that matter to them, in the final analysis? Everyone they love is already on Antar, and the world isn't far from a major galactic space lane they could hitch onto if necessary.

Nevertheless, there's a somberness in leavings, so the two have come here one last time to share a pot of tea, look out across the destruction of the cosmos, and bid farewells to those they'd come to consider friends.

[ooc: Last entrance posts for these two characters. Slowtime is available for anyone who wants.]

gonna_live

Beer's out. So's caffeine.

Kaylee is at the bar, full of consternation. And indecision. What Mal made her the other night was tasty, but she's not in the mood for something quite that substantial. ANGST.

faithful-slayer.livejournal.com

There is Faith, in a booth, smiling.

Her stomach has a little more curve to it than usual.

She's covering it with a hand, and humming softly.

just_the_doctor

Unlike last night, it's the back door that opens to admit the Doctor tonight.

Also unlike last night, when the puppeting hits, it doesn't include a scarf. Leather jacket, yes; scarf, no.

He looks down at his new duds, then reaches up gingerly to feel the large felt ears.

"Not again," he mutters, with quite a bit more of that Northern accent than he's had in a while.

thelastearthman.livejournal.com

"...Why am I suddenly made of yarn?"

He's not asking this to anyone in particular. This isn't the weirdest thing that's ever happened to him. Not by a long shot.

Current Mood: confused

simple-secret.livejournal.com

SPROING! Leap dash scamper skid POUNCE!

There is a fox outside by the lake demonstrating that not only weres are vulnerable to the effects of a full moon. He's scampering in mad circles, kicking up snow and then pouncing it, biting, shaking his head, rolling...

He's having a ball.

He welcomes anyone who wants to come play with him.

thelastearthman.livejournal.com

Well, here's a sight you don't see every day.

Arthur is comfortably curled up in a booth, back against the wall, with Samantha's two-month-old son in his arms. He's currently reading the boy some of the tamer Guide entries.

Elliot looks supremely uninterested.

Current Mood: calm

bohemian-mark.livejournal.com

Mark. Bar. Bagel-and-lox. Book.

Add verbs, adjectives, adverbs, and shake well. Instant entrance post!

bohemian-mark.livejournal.com

The door to the bar opens, slowly, and a telephoto film camera lens peeks through the crack. After a moment, it retracts, and Mark walks through, looking just a bit more relieved than he really ought to in the situation. Striding over to the bar, he pulls out a film pen and scribbles something on some small pieces of storyboard paper. "Bar, can you give this to the people in question? Thanks." He pets Bar as the papers disappear and are replaced by a to-go cup of iced tea. "Thanks. I'll be back later." And with that, he goes back out the door.

( To Collins, Angel, Joanne, Mimi, April, Arthur Dent, Queen Faith, and Sara )

[ooc: If I forgot someone that Mark knows and would warn, let me know. Or just pretend you got one. Thanks!]

thelastearthman.livejournal.com

The problem with the holiday season is that nearly everyone who knows Arthur gives him tea.

This is also the best thing about the holiday season.

That's not to say it's all he's recieved, though. He's also got a new dressing gown (which looks mostly like the old one, only significantly less worn and stained) and Kenna is at his feet wholeheartedly enjoying one of his new toys.

Company would be most welcome.

Current Mood: relaxed

thelastearthman.livejournal.com

Arthur's been around. Honestly. He's just... rather disturbingly inconspicuous.

Regardless, he's here now, in a booth near the window with a fresh pot of tea and a newspaper. Have at.

Current Mood: mellow

bohemian-mark.livejournal.com

[OOM: In which there is a film premiere, a big damn party and a surprise party In short, Today For You knows how to throw a party the right way. Some threads might be still going on. Whoops.]

othercaptjack

So you can travel the universe, from beginning to end, see all kind of alien world with the most exotic cuisines imaginable....

But sometimes?

Sometimes you just feel the need for a tasty pizza, big enough to share, and a beer or three.

This is a contented Jack. Come and poke him.

thelastearthman.livejournal.com

Earthman at the bar. Staring at the small plush dolphin that came with his tea.

Sentient drink-serving furniture has an odd sense of humor.

Current Mood: confused

i_grenfelz

The number of neon-clad teenagers in the bar has just gone up by one.

She got her pink boots up on a table over there, see? Yeah, the one with the chocolate milkshake peoplewatching.

bohemian-mark.livejournal.com

[OOC: In which Mark makes a rather large investment.]

The door opens, and Mark walks in with an odd look on his face. He gets a tea from Bar, and sits down at a booth, pulling out a few scripts and a red pen. Looks like someone's going back to script screening.

the_lioness

Sleep deprivation for reasons other than duty does not a happy knight make.

Instead, three nights of very little sleep makes a very grumpy knight occasionally given to fits of self-pity or loopy behavior.

Pie, however, makes everything better -- pie, tea and a warm fire. For the moment, Alanna looks fairly content.

The sword is just there for comfort, really.

bohemian-mark.livejournal.com

The door flies open, and Mark stalks through, a newspaper in his hand. "Adam, where the fuck are you?" He looks around, then facepalms. "Decidedly not in Milliways. Why the hell're people never where I need them to be?" Not that Adam's ever been in Milliways in the first place." He grabs a tea from Bar, and collapses in a barstool. He can deal with tabloids later.

blackholesandrevelations

John's in the bar, a beer in his hand, and a burrito. Good 'ol Earth food.

He's watching everyone with vague interest, feet on the table, Winona strapped to his thigh.

Botherable.

thelastearthman.livejournal.com

Arthur is sitting in a booth, back against the wall, perusing the latest uploaded Guide entries.

Bother at will.

Current Mood: bored

thelastearthman.livejournal.com

Arthur's seated in a booth, back to the observation window, doing something...odd.

There's a large stack of Oreo cookies in front of him. Eying it critically, he verrrry carefully adds another to the pile.

Food-stacking. The last refuge of the terminally bored.

onehoopyprefect

Now here's something that hasn't been seen in a while. Two galactic travellers playing cards. Well, okay, so that's not that uncommon a sight. What's uncommon is these two particular galactic travellers being around at the same time: Ford Prefect and the Doctor.

Nevertheless, here they are, once again playing cards, betting with oreos, and sharing a pot of tea as they had done many months ago.

Come say hi to either or both. And they probably won't mind if you steal a cookie either.

mctrillian.livejournal.com

In from some very cold planet, both wearing long, thick velvet coats come a mother and her teenage-ish daughter, bracing themselves in the doorway in reaction to the earthquakes, then exchanging glances.

Neither seems preturbed too much, and so, using each other as support, walk to a table rather in the middle of the bar, as not only do they not care who talks to them, but mother Trillian will happily talk back, and daughter Random will offer facial expressions as to suit the mood.

"Hot soup?" Trillian offers her daughter, who smiles thinly.

"Yes, I agree," she continues. "One for each of us. Good girl. Have your flute? Good, I'd hate to have left it there."

Another thin smile, and a nod.

And then soup.

unique-moments.livejournal.com

It's after Tony's wake, and she's sitting in a booth, with a cup of tea that she brought down with her. Since she apparently can't get it from the bar anymore.

She's doodling flowers on a napkin, and resolutely not crying anymore.